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PLEASE READ BEFORE PLAYING: In this multiple choice adventure, you play an orphaned teenage boy from England who goes to America to live with his aunt and uncle. And their three teenage daughters. Good luck!
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The immigration officer hands you your visa and passport. “Well, that’s it for the paperwork,” he says. “Sorry about your parents. You got family meeting you here?”
You nod, suppressing a grimace. “My aunt and uncle.”
“Good, good,” says the customs officer.
“I don’t know why I couldn’t have gone to live with my friend Tony and his family,” you burst out bitterly. “I could have stayed at the same school, where all my friends are ... but no, I’ve got to move all the way to America! I don’t know anyone here! Well, my aunt and uncle ... but it’s been years since I last saw them! But apparently it was in a clause in my parents’ will that they should take care of me in the event that ... you know ... and ... well ... here I am.”
“I’m sure you’ll settle in soon enough,” said the officer. “Bye now.” He gestures to the door. You put your paperwork back into your rucksack, get up, and leave the room.
As you pass through the next set of doors, you spot a group of people holding a large sign that says “WELCOME TO AMERICA, HUGH JARROW!” Somewhat nervously, you approach them.
Your aunt Trisha – an undeniably attractive raven-haired woman in her late thirties – utters a delighted scream, and swoops towards you with her arms wide and tears in her eyes. You are a little taken aback; you had forgotten how remarkably buxom she is. A moment later, she has wrapped her arms around you and is pulling your head against her ample chest. As your right ear sinks into her cavernous cleavage, you cannot help smiling a little; this is not an entirely unpleasant experience.
“Welcome to your new home, Hugh!” says Trisha tearfully.
“Mom, you’ll suffocate him!” says a young female voice in exasperation. “Let Hugh take a breath.”
Aunt Trisha releases you, and you stand up straight, a little red-faced. Almost immediately, a tall man looms over you and shakes your hand. You barely recognise him as your uncle Kenny. He looks older than Trisha – in his mid-fifties, perhaps – and he is rather stern-looking. You know that he is your aunt’s second husband; she divorced her first about ten years ago.
“Welcome to America, Hugh,” he said. “We were very sorry to hear about your parents, of course.”
Trisha dabs at her eyes with her sleeve. “So horrible ... I can’t imagine what you must have been through. But we’ll look after you like you’re our own son, won’t we Kenny? We’ll make sure you have the best life possible under the circumstances. Oh ... but of course you haven’t even met your cousins! This is Angie – she’s nineteen...”
“Hi,” says Angie, giving you a warm smile and coming over to give you a hug. She is almost as large-breasted as her mother, but not as tall, so her voluminous chest merely squishes against yours as her arms wrap around your back. Again, quite a pleasant experience. Also, she is very pretty, having inherited her mother’s glossy black hair, perfect skin, and soulful brown eyes ... which makes the hug even sweeter. Neither Angie nor Trisha bears any resemblance to your own late mother, who was adopted at the age of five by Trisha’s parents. None of these people are your blood relatives. Possibly this is a good thing, you reflect, since you are starting to feel a little aroused.
As Angie lets go of you and steps back, a younger and even shorter girl steps forward to greet you. “I’m Alicia,” she says, her eyes sparkling. She too has inherited her mother’s beautiful skin and elegant facial bone structure, but her hair is a reddish-blonde, and her breasts are more normal-sized – just a D-cup, you guess. Perhaps because of this, she seems to have gone out of her way to show them off, stuffing them into a push-up bra which is peeping out from the neckline of her very low-cut top. “I’m seventeen!” she adds brightly. “Same as you. I’ve a feeling we’re going to become great friends.” She spreads her arms, and enfolds you in a warm hug, which you gladly return, though you are feeling quite tongue-tied.
“And that just leaves Maisie – the baby of the family!” says Trisha, as Alicia steps away from you. “She just turned sixteen, didn’t you Maisie?”
While both Trisha and Angie are taller than you (quite significantly, in Trisha’s case – your aunt must be almost six feet tall), and Alicia is thankfully a couple of inches shorter than your slender five-foot-five frame, Maisie is pretty much exactly your height. Yet for some reason, she seems reluctant to look you in the eye. She looks uncomfortable – and it occurs to you that she seems very shy. She is very slim, and – in comparison with her sisters – rather smaller in the chest. Perhaps a B-cup, you think. Her face is freckled, and somewhat pretty, though showing little of the classically beautiful structure of her mother’s and sisters’. Perhaps she feels like the ugly duckling of the family.
After a moment’s hesitation, she pushes back a lock of her reddish-gold hair, and steps awkwardly forward with her arms held out half-heartedly. You give her a hug, and, feeling a sudden rush of empathy, you say quietly in her ear, “Hi Maisie – I’m very happy to meet you.”
As she pulls away from you, you see that she is smiling ... while still not quite meeting your eye.
“All right, now that the introductions are over, let’s pick up the rest of your stuff from baggage claim,” said Uncle Kenny.
“Um, I don’t actually have any more stuff,” you say, your cheeks turning red. “Everything I owned was lost in the fire.”
“Oh no!” says Trisha. “I’m so sorry, honey! Well don’t worry – we’ll buy you anything you need.”
“Within reason,” mutters Kenny.
“Oh my god, I love your accent!” says Alicia. “It’s so perfectly English!”
“Well of course it is, he’s from England!” says Trisha, amused. “Don’t embarrass him, Alicia.”
“It’s fine,” you say with a smile.
“All right, let’s get you home!” says Trisha.
You walk with them to the car park – or ‘parking lot’, as Trisha calls it – and get into their car, a people carrier that Angie refers to as a ‘minivan’. You can tell that you are going to have to get used to a whole new vocabulary, now that you are in the States.
Alicia sits next to you in the back; she keeps asking you questions, encouraging you to talk ... and then hanging on every word you say in response. Eventually she sighs happily. “I could listen to you talk forever, Hugh,” she says. “What part of England is your accent from, anyway? I’ve heard a bunch of English accents, but yours is by far the nicest.”
“Thanks,” you say, feeling quite flattered. “I’m from Kent, but my accent’s more RP than Kent, I think.”
The drive to your aunt and uncle’s house takes almost an hour, during which you find out quite a lot about your new family. Kenny is a financial advisor, Trisha runs an online clothing store, Angie just finished her first year of college (studying biochemistry), and Alicia and Maisie both just got out of high school for the summer vacation. Alicia has one more year of high school left; Maisie has two.
Alicia enjoys swimming and kayaking, but can more often be found in her bedroom, studying – she is very academically-focused. Maisie likes all kinds of nerdy stuff, such as Doctor Who and Star Trek, but her main passion is cross-country running. Not that Maisie tells you any of this; you learn about her from her talkative sisters.
Angie has a summer job, waitressing at a local diner. She also has a boyfriend, Eddie, who unfortunately lives on the other side of the country. The two of them were supposed to be going to Europe together this summer, but it did not work out, financially, and they are focusing on earning as much as they can while they are apart, so that they can do the Europe trip next year instead.
Alicia just broke up with Donnie, her boyfriend of three years; apparently he was being a real ‘douchebag’ about the time she was spending studying rather than hanging out with him and his friends. She is currently not seeing anyone.
Maisie does not have a boyfriend either. You get the impression she has never had one. This surprises you; she may not have her sisters’ looks, but she is pretty enough in her own way, and her little cut-off shorts certainly draw attention to her long, slim legs. Perhaps she simply has overly high standards.
You arrive at your new home at about seven o’clock ... feeling very tired, since your body thinks it is one o’clock in the morning. Nevertheless, you sit down to a dinner of pizza with Kenny and Trisha and the girls, and you make polite conversation until Trisha notices your drooping eyelids.
“All right,” she says, “I’m sure Hugh’s feeling super tired by now, so we should let him get to bed.”
You nod gratefully, and excuse yourself. Having brushed your teeth, you shut yourself in your new bedroom – formerly Kenny’s study, you have learned – and climb into bed. It is not long before you drift into a deep sleep.
When you wake up the next morning, for a moment you feel disoriented, until you remember where you are. You get up and look out of your window at the back garden (or ‘back yard’, as you suppose you will have to call it), and the trees beyond. This is a nice area, you have to admit.
Putting on yesterday’s clothes, you sneak into the bathroom and take a quick shower. Then you get dressed and head into the kitchen, where you find Trisha sitting, drinking coffee. She jumps to her feet with a big smile as you enter. “Good morning Hugh!” she says. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes thank you,” you reply.
“The rest of us had breakfast already, I’m afraid,” she apologises. “We didn’t want to wake you. But there’s pancakes if you want, or we have cereal, or bagels...”
“Pancakes sound lovely,” you say. “Yes please.”
“Have a seat then,” Trisha says, “and I’ll fix them up for you. Do you like maple syrup?”
“Yes please,” you say.
Just then, Angie and Alicia burst into the room. “Good morning Hugh!” they say together.
“Good morning!” you reply, transfixed by the sight of Angie’s huge breasts swaying beneath a snug-fitting t-shirt. She is apparently not wearing a bra, which you find both exciting and astonishing, given the size of her breasts. You quickly wrench your eyes up to her face, hoping she did not notice you looking. On her bottom half she is wearing leggings, or (you mentally correct yourself) ‘yoga pants’.
Alicia is wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top – once again with a peeping bra. She smiles warmly at you. “Can I get you some coffee?” she asks.
“Um ... do you have tea...?” you inquire hopefully.
“Yes!” says Angie, walking over to a cupboard. “It’s English Breakfast – will that be okay? Sounds appropriate...”
“That’ll do nicely,” you say. “Thank you.”
“I thought I might take you clothes shopping today,” says Trisha. “And any other kind of shopping you need done.”
“Thank you,” you say. “I certainly do need some new clothes!”
“Do you mind if I come along too?” asks Angie. “I wouldn’t mind doing some shopping.”
“Me too!” says Alicia. “If that’s all right with you...”
“Yes, totally fine with me,” you say, more than happy to spend time in the company of your new sisters. “Are Uncle Kenny and Maisie not here...?”
“Maisie’s out running,” says Trisha. “She likes to run in the mornings, before it gets too hot. Kenny’s at his office.”
“On a Sunday?” you ask in surprise.
Trisha shrugs. “He doesn’t stick to a Monday to Friday schedule,” she says. “His job’s very flexible – he pretty much goes in when he wants, works whatever hours he wants.”
“Just like you, Mom!” says Alicia, grinning.
“Well, yes,” Trisha concedes, “but that’s different – I work from home, not in an office.”
Once you have finished your breakfast, you go into the upstairs bathroom and brush your teeth. As you leave the room, you almost collide with Maisie, who is sweating profusely and breathing hard in a sports bra top and a pair of short running shorts.
“Hi!” you say to her, stepping aside so she can pass. “Nice run?”
“Yes thank you,” she mutters, before hurrying into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
A few minutes later, Trisha calls to Maisie through the bathroom door, asking if she wants to go shopping with the rest of you. Maisie declines, so Trisha heads out to the car with you, Angie, and Alicia.
They take you first to the local bank, and set up a new account for you, into which you arrange to transfer the (rather meagre) contents of your UK bank account. The next stop is the Verizon store, where you get a SIM card for your phone to replace the now useless Vodafone card.
Then they take you to a large shop called J.C. Penney, where Trisha buys you about $500 of new clothes, despite your protestations that you can buy your own clothes. In truth, though, you are glad, and very grateful: you are expecting a substantial sum of money from your parents’ life insurance and from their will, but you do not yet have any of that. You resolve to pay Trisha back as soon as possible.
After eating lunch in the food court at the mall, the four of you continue shopping, acquiring some more essential items for you. By the time you head home, you have even restored some of your lost video game collection. You are feeling quite overwhelmed with gratitude, and you almost burst into tears in the parking lot. But then your emotions take an abrupt turn as Trisha pulls your head against her chest again. Her huge breasts feel delightfully warm and soft through her thin top and bra.
Back at the house, you take your shopping bags into your bedroom and unpack them, with Alicia’s help. Later, at dinner, Trisha asks you what you would like to do tomorrow.
“Oh ... I don’t know,” you reply.
“You should think about getting yourself a summer job,” says your uncle.
“Kenny, he’s just got here!” says Trisha reproachfully. “He doesn’t need to get a job right away!”
“Best thing for him,” says Kenny. “Keep him busy; keep his mind off of things.”
“He can do that in lots of ways,” says Trisha. “He doesn’t need to enter the workforce just yet.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” says Kenny grimly.
Trisha bridles visibly. “It’s not just your decision, Kenny,” she objects. “Pauline was my sister, and...”
Kenny slams his hand down on the table. “I said I’ll be the judge of that!” he snapped. “I didn’t ask for this situation, but it’s MY damn house, and it’s MY money that pays the mortgage! Hugh isn’t a child, he’s seventeen, and he’s quite old enough for a summer job!”
You listen in stunned silence. Uncle Kenny had seemed pleasant enough last night, if a bit reserved ... but now he is coming across like a tyrant. “Um, I certainly don’t want to cause any friction here,” you say nervously. “I’m sure I can find myself a summer job.”
“There!” says Kenny, seeming satisfied. “Kid knows what’s good for him.”
“Only because you’re being a bully!” Angie snaps at him. “Jesus Christ, Dad, you’re utterly heartless!”
“I have to agree,” says Trisha quietly.
Kenny scowls at both of them. “Think what you like; I made my point,” he says. “I’ll finish my dinner in the living room – since I no longer have a study!” He picks up his plate and drink, and marches out of the room.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” says Trisha, taking your hand and squeezing it. “Don’t feel you have to get a summer job right away; take some time to settle in first. Kenny’s just ... well, he has quite fixed ideas about some things...”
“Um, okay...” you say uncertainly. The dynamics of this household are not as simple as they had first seemed. Should you be worried...?
But Kenny seems quite affable when you and the girls enter the living room after dinner to watch television. He suggests you pick a movie, but you do not feel comfortable imposing your choice on this whole family, so you merely say that you will happily go along with the majority. Then Maisie asks you if you have seen The Walking Dead.
“I haven’t,” you confess. “I’ve heard good things though.”
“Let’s restart from the beginning!” says Maisie excitedly. She gets up and walks over to the large shelving unit which houses the family’s DVD and blu-ray collection. You find yourself watching her long, slim legs with interest; she is wearing a pair of very short denim shorts which only barely cover her buttocks.
Wrenching your eyes away at last, you sit down on the sofa between Angie and Alicia, and soon you find yourself watching the first three episodes of The Walking Dead. You are quickly hooked. Trisha does not stick around to watch it with you, but Kenny does. By the end of the third episode, you are starting to find it hard to keep your eyes open, and Angie notices this.
“I think we’d better call it a night there,” she says. “I think Hugh’s a bit jet-lagged.”
“Yeah,” you agree sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologise!” says Angie. “Do you need anything before you hit the hay?”
“Nope, I think I have everything I need, thanks,” you tell her. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie, Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” they all reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. In the short time you have been here, you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins. Your uncle, not so much, but the women in this house more than make up for his unpleasantness.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well; you do not want to have morning breath if you get any hugs from your aunt or cousins!
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She is wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage.
“Yes thank you,” you reply.
“Would you like pancakes?” she asks you.
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she gasps. “Oops!” she says, dropping her hairbrush and tugging the sides of her t-shirt down, covering her panties but hardly anything of her left thigh, of which you have a marvellous view. “I thought you were my mom or one of my sisters!”
“Sorry!” you say. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her room is very pink, you cannot help thinking, and very florally decorated.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen for breakfast!” says Angie, by way of a polite dismissal.
“Of course – sorry again,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter a room whose walls are covered in posters on a wide variety of subjects, including white-water kayaking, actor Eddie Redmayne, and primatologist Jane Goodall with one of her chimpanzees. Alicia is a girl of many interests.
Right now, though, she is tucked up in bed with her back to you. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She turns around. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Have you had breakfast?” she asks.
“Not yet,” you reply.
“Oh good,” says Alicia, smiling happily. “Well, give me a few minutes to get dressed, and I’ll see you in the kitchen, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh.”
“You going for a run?” you ask, before mentally kicking yourself for asking such a stupid question.
“Yup,” says Maisie. “In a few minutes. I ... uh ... did you need something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you reply awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing? I mean, what would you normally do?”
“I usually go to the sports centre in the morning,” says Alicia. “I have a membership, so it makes sense to go as often as I can. I swim, or work out ... or both. If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha explains. “Always going for a personal best, aren’t you honey?”
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our household,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing? I mean, what would you normally do?”
“I usually go to the sports centre in the morning,” says Alicia. “I have a membership, so it makes sense to go as often as I can. I swim, or work out ... or both. If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha explains. “Always going for a personal best, aren’t you honey?”
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. “What can I do for you, honey?”
You reply, “You look like you need a break. Would you like...
to play a game with me?”
a back rub?”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and trainers, or ‘sneakers’ as everyone around here seems to call them. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and trainers, or ‘sneakers’ as everyone around here seems to call them.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the pavement (sorry, ‘sidewalk’, you mentally correct yourself) to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up,” she says, “but if you fall behind, just follow the route on this map I made for you.” She hands you a piece of paper. “If you’re not back at the house within an hour, I’ll send out a search party.” She grins.
“Thanks very much,” you say ruefully. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. Eventually, as you lose sight of her among the trees, you...
slow to a more manageable pace.
stop running, and walk back to the start.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Um, sure!” says Trisha. “As long as it’s a fairly quick one. What did you have in mind? Cards?”
“Yes,” you agree. “How about poker?”
Trisha chuckles. “All right,” she says. “I’ll get some matches for betting.”
The two of you play poker for a while, until you have lost all of your matches (Trisha is a remarkably good player). Then she sighs. “Well this was fun, but I should get back to work.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you to it,” you say.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha chuckles. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” you inquire. “I often give ... gave ... my mum back rubs. She said I have good hands.” The memory suddenly makes you feel sad, and your face contorts as you try not to cry.
You walk over and sit on the sofa next to her, and she enfolds you in a warm embrace. The feeling of her large breasts pressing against your torso makes you smile, and you wrap your arms around her back.
“All right”, she says. “I’d love a back rub, if you’re willing.”
“Okay!” you say happily. You disengage from the hug. “Just lie down on your front.”
Trisha lies down on the floor, with her right cheek resting on the soft carpet and her arms by her sides. “Like this?”
“Yup,” you say. You get up and move to stand astride her, then you drop down to a kneeling position, straddling her with your knees either side of her hips. Reaching down, you begin gently but firmly massaging her back.
“Mmmm,” she murmurs.
You find plenty of stiffness in the muscles either side of her backbone, and you knead and rub them from her lumbar region all the way up to her neck.
“Oh god...” she gasps. “That feels so good! Your mom was right, Hugh – you have magical hands!”
You smile happily, and continue working her muscles. “Thank you,” you say. “Well I enjoy doing this, so please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m happy to give you a back rub whenever you want one.”
“Very tempting!” says Trisha. “But I wouldn’t want to take advantage...”
“You wouldn’t be,” you assure her. “I would appreciate the chance to repay the kindness you’ve shown me. Seriously, I’ll do this as often as you like. Perhaps next time, though, we could use your bed instead? The floor isn’t ideal...”
“Hmmm...” Trisha murmurs. “Okay, that sounds good.” Then she sighs happily. “Ohhh, yeah, that’s the spot...”
Five minutes later, she lifts her head. “Okay, Hugh, I’d better get back to work.”
You climb off her, and she gets up. “Wow!” she says, experimentally moving her shoulders around. “I feel so much looser and more relaxed!”
“Good!” you say with a smile. “Well, I’ll see you later then.”
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Glancing at your map every so often to make sure you are following in Maisie’s footsteps, you maintain a manageable pace throughout the rest of her course.
When you finally get back to your starting point, almost fifty minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
You, on the other hand, are drenched in sweat and panting heavily. “I did!” you gasp. “Bugger me, you’re fit though!”
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“It nearly killed me!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “You’ll need to work hard if you want to keep up with Maisie!” she says. “Good job though.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing very short denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Yes, thank you,” you reply. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Sure,” you say, eyeing her PS4 warily. “I’ve a feeling you’ll kick my arse though.”
She giggles. “We’ll see.”
She does indeed win handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not much fun for you, but Maisie seems to be enjoying your company, which can only be a good thing.
At lunchtime, Trisha makes sandwiches, and the three of you eat together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
It does not take you long to get back to your starting point, and you have plenty of time to recover your breath by the time Maisie emerges from the trees to finish her run. She looks a little annoyed to see you waiting for her, as she slows to a halt and stops the app on her phone. “You gave up?” she inquires.
“Sorry!” you reply. “I’m just not as fit as you are.”
She shrugs. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“I’m afraid I didn’t do very well,” you confess.
Trisha chuckles. “Well, Maisie runs every day,” she says, “so don’t feel too bad.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing very short denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. “Recovered yet?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
You ignore the dig. “Yes thanks,” you reply. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Sure,” you say, eyeing her PS4 warily. “I’ve a feeling you’ll kick my arse though.”
She giggles. “We’ll see.”
She does indeed win handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not much fun for you, but Maisie seems to be enjoying your company, which can only be a good thing.
At lunchtime, Trisha makes sandwiches, and the three of you eat together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Towards the northern end of the mall is Bailey Books, which first caught your eye when you were clothes shopping with Aunt Trisha and your cousins. You head inside and begin browsing. You seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, the young woman behind the counter smiles at you hopefully. She is quite short, with mousy brown hair and owlish glasses that make her look rather geeky. She is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and navy blue trousers. “Can I help you with anything?” she asks. She appears to be in her late teens; perhaps twenty.
You reply,
“No thanks, I’m just browsing.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha laughs. “This one wouldn’t fit me,” she says. “And it’s not finished. But once it is, maybe Alicia or Maisie might model it for you ... if you ask them nicely!”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a smile. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
“Out here?” says Alicia with a shiver. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured Asia and Australia, and broken into your stronghold in North America, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says the young woman.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“There’s a book I’m not quite tall enough to reach,” you tell her sheepishly, pointing to a high shelf near the front of the shop. “I wonder if, um...”
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her three-step stool – practically a step ladder – over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, giving you a chance to admire her bottom, clad snugly in her trousers. “Which book?” she asks.
You point, and she grabs the book for you. “Thank you so much,” you say, as she hands you the book and climbs down to the floor.
“Anytime!” she says with a smile, and she returns to the counter, leaving you to look at the book. It is as interesting as you expected, but until your inheritance comes through, you cannot really afford to buy anything non-essential, so you reluctantly put it back, and continue browsing.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest.
“Would you like pancakes?” she asks you, pulling away.
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she gasps. “Oops!” she says, dropping her hairbrush and tugging the sides of her t-shirt down, covering her panties but hardly anything of her left thigh, of which you have a marvellous view. “I thought you were my mom or one of my sisters!”
“Sorry!” you say. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her room is very pink, you cannot help thinking, and very florally decorated.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen for breakfast!” says Angie, by way of a polite dismissal.
“Of course – sorry again,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter a room whose walls are covered in posters on a wide variety of subjects, including white-water kayaking, actor Eddie Redmayne, and primatologist Jane Goodall with one of her chimpanzees. Alicia is a girl of many interests.
Right now, though, she is tucked up in bed with her back to you. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She turns around. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Have you had breakfast?” she asks.
“Not yet,” you reply.
“Oh good,” says Alicia, smiling happily. “Well, give me a few minutes to get dressed, and I’ll see you in the kitchen, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh.”
“You going for a run?” you ask, before mentally kicking yourself for asking such a stupid question.
“Yup,” says Maisie. “In a few minutes. I ... uh ... did you need something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you reply awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our household,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your top in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up,” she says, “but if you fall behind, just follow the route on this map I made for you.” She hands you a piece of paper. “If you’re not back at the house within an hour, I’ll send out a search party.” She grins.
“Thanks very much,” you say ruefully. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. Eventually, as you lose sight of her among the trees, you...
slow to a more manageable pace.
stop running, and walk back to the start.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my top off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Glancing at your map every so often to make sure you are following in Maisie’s footsteps, you maintain a manageable pace throughout the rest of her course.
When you finally get back to your starting point, almost fifty minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
You, on the other hand, are drenched in sweat and panting heavily. “I did!” you gasp. “Bugger me, you’re fit though!”
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“It nearly killed me!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “You’ll need to work hard if you want to keep up with Maisie!” she says. “Good job though.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing very short denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Yes, thank you,” you reply. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Sure,” you say, eyeing her PS4 warily. “I’ve a feeling you’ll kick my arse though.”
She giggles. “We’ll see.”
She does indeed win handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not much fun for you, but Maisie seems to be enjoying your company, which can only be a good thing.
At lunchtime, Trisha makes sandwiches, and the three of you eat together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
It does not take you long to get back to your starting point, and you have plenty of time to recover your breath by the time Maisie emerges from the trees to finish her run. She looks a little annoyed to see you waiting for her, as she slows to a halt and stops the app on her phone. “You gave up?” she inquires.
“Sorry!” you reply. “I’m just not as fit as you are.”
She shrugs. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“I’m afraid I didn’t do very well,” you confess.
Trisha chuckles. “Well, Maisie runs every day,” she says, “so don’t feel too bad.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing very short denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. “Recovered yet?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
You ignore the dig. “Yes thanks,” you reply. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Sure,” you say, eyeing her PS4 warily. “I’ve a feeling you’ll kick my arse though.”
She giggles. “We’ll see.”
She does indeed win handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not much fun for you, but Maisie seems to be enjoying your company, which can only be a good thing.
At lunchtime, Trisha makes sandwiches, and the three of you eat together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Towards the northern end of the mall is Bailey Books, which first caught your eye when you were clothes shopping with Aunt Trisha and your cousins. You head inside and begin browsing. You seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, the young woman behind the counter smiles at you hopefully. She is quite short, with mousy brown hair and owlish glasses that make her look rather geeky. She is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and navy blue trousers. “Can I help you with anything?” she asks. She appears to be in her late teens; perhaps twenty.
You reply,
“No thanks, I’m just browsing.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha laughs. “This one wouldn’t fit me,” she says. “And it’s not finished. But once it is, maybe Alicia or Maisie might model it for you ... if you ask them nicely!”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a smile. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
“It’s nice to have a sister,” you reply. “Well, three sisters. But I’m particularly enjoying your company.”
Alicia giggles. “Mom says you give amazing back rubs,” she says. “Would you be willing to give me one sometime? I do sometimes get backache...”
“Of course!” you reply. “It would be an honour and a privilege.”
Alicia giggles again. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
“Out here?” says Alicia with a shiver. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says the young woman.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“There’s a book I’m not quite tall enough to reach,” you tell her sheepishly, pointing to a high shelf near the front of the shop. “I wonder if, um...”
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her three-step stool – practically a step ladder – over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, giving you a chance to admire her bottom, clad snugly in her trousers. “Which book?” she asks.
You point, and she grabs the book for you. “Thank you so much,” you say, as she hands you the book and climbs down to the floor.
“Anytime!” she says with a smile, and she returns to the counter, leaving you to look at the book. It is as interesting as you expected, but until your inheritance comes through, you cannot really afford to buy anything non-essential, so you reluctantly put it back, and continue browsing.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest.
“Would you like pancakes?” she asks you, pulling away.
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she gasps. “Oops!” she says, dropping her hairbrush and tugging the sides of her t-shirt down, covering her panties but hardly anything of her left thigh, of which you have a marvellous view. “I thought you were my mom or one of my sisters!”
“Sorry!” you say. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her room is very pink, you cannot help thinking, and very florally decorated.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen for breakfast!” says Angie, by way of a polite dismissal.
“Of course – sorry again,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter a room whose walls are covered in posters on a wide variety of subjects, including white-water kayaking, actor Eddie Redmayne, and primatologist Jane Goodall with one of her chimpanzees. Alicia is a girl of many interests.
Right now, though, she is tucked up in bed with her back to you. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She turns around. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me a back rub?” she asks.
“Oh!” you say. “You want one now? Well, sure! Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Ohhh...” says Alicia after only a few seconds. “That feels super nice.”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Bit stiff down here!” you remark. “Did you overdo it at the gym yesterday?”
“Maybe a bit,” Alicia admits. “God that feels awesome though!”
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, gradually exposing her pink panties.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs, apparently completely unaware of the increasing area of her panties that you can see between your thighs.
Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, but you dare not adjust it. Instead you keep massaging, until Alicia’s pretty panties are fully exposed to your view. It is all you can do to keep yourself from whooping with delight at the gorgeous, glorious sight.
The door opens, and in walks Maisie. “Wakey wakey Ali... Oh my God!” She stares in shock at the sight of you sitting atop her sister, with your hands on her back, ogling her panties.
Both you and Alicia look up at once. You gasp in alarm.
“Don’t you ever knock?” asks Alicia peevishly.
Maisie is wide-eyed. “Are you two ... what are you doing?”
“He’s giving me a back rub!” says Alicia irritably. “I overdid it at the gym yesterday. Now do you mind?”
“Fine!” Maisie purses her lips, takes one last look at Alicia’s panties, then leaves the room.
Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. Mom was right – you’re very good at it!”
“Well if you ever need another,” you say, carefully pulling her t-shirt down over her panties, “just say the word. It would be my pleasure.” You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
“Thanks,” says Alicia, turning over and sitting up. “I will!” She stands up, and gives you a hug. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh.”
“You going for a run?” you ask, before mentally kicking yourself for asking such a stupid question.
“Yup,” says Maisie. “In a few minutes. I ... uh ... did you need something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you reply awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our household,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your top in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up,” she says, “but if you fall behind, just follow the route on this map I made for you.” She hands you a piece of paper. “If you’re not back at the house within an hour, I’ll send out a search party.” She grins.
“Thanks very much,” you say ruefully. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. Eventually, as you lose sight of her among the trees, you...
slow to a more manageable pace.
stop running, and walk back to the start.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my top off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Glancing at your map every so often to make sure you are following in Maisie’s footsteps, you maintain a manageable pace throughout the rest of her course.
When you finally get back to your starting point, almost fifty minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
You, on the other hand, are drenched in sweat and panting heavily. “I did!” you gasp. “Bugger me, you’re fit though!”
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“It nearly killed me!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “You’ll need to work hard if you want to keep up with Maisie!” she says. “Good job though.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing very short denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Yes, thank you,” you reply. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Sure,” you say, eyeing her PS4 warily. “I’ve a feeling you’ll kick my arse though.”
She giggles. “We’ll see.”
She does indeed win handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not much fun for you, but Maisie seems to be enjoying your company, which can only be a good thing.
At lunchtime, Trisha makes sandwiches, and the three of you eat together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
It does not take you long to get back to your starting point, and you have plenty of time to recover your breath by the time Maisie emerges from the trees to finish her run. She looks a little annoyed to see you waiting for her, as she slows to a halt and stops the app on her phone. “You gave up?” she inquires.
“Sorry!” you reply. “I’m just not as fit as you are.”
She shrugs. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“I’m afraid I didn’t do very well,” you confess.
Trisha chuckles. “Well, Maisie runs every day,” she says, “so don’t feel too bad.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing very short denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. “Recovered yet?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
You ignore the dig. “Yes thanks,” you reply. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Sure,” you say, eyeing her PS4 warily. “I’ve a feeling you’ll kick my arse though.”
She giggles. “We’ll see.”
She does indeed win handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not much fun for you, but Maisie seems to be enjoying your company, which can only be a good thing.
At lunchtime, Trisha makes sandwiches, and the three of you eat together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Towards the northern end of the mall is Bailey Books, which first caught your eye when you were clothes shopping with Aunt Trisha and your cousins. You head inside and begin browsing. You seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, the young woman behind the counter smiles at you hopefully. She is quite short, with mousy brown hair and owlish glasses that make her look rather geeky. She is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and navy blue trousers. “Can I help you with anything?” she asks. She appears to be in her late teens; perhaps twenty.
You reply,
“No thanks, I’m just browsing.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha laughs. “This one wouldn’t fit me,” she says. “And it’s not finished. But once it is, maybe Alicia or Maisie might model it for you ... if you ask them nicely!”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a smile. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
“Out here?” says Alicia with a shiver. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says the young woman.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“There’s a book I’m not quite tall enough to reach,” you tell her sheepishly, pointing to a high shelf near the front of the shop. “I wonder if, um...”
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her three-step stool – practically a step ladder – over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, giving you a chance to admire her bottom, clad snugly in her trousers. “Which book?” she asks.
You point, and she grabs the book for you. “Thank you so much,” you say, as she hands you the book and climbs down to the floor.
“Anytime!” she says with a smile, and she returns to the counter, leaving you to look at the book. It is as interesting as you expected, but until your inheritance comes through, you cannot really afford to buy anything non-essential, so you reluctantly put it back, and continue browsing.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest.
“Would you like pancakes?” she asks you, pulling away.
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she gasps. “Oops!” she says, dropping her hairbrush and tugging the sides of her t-shirt down, covering her panties but hardly anything of her left thigh, of which you have a marvellous view. “I thought you were my mom or one of my sisters!”
“Sorry!” you say. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her room is very pink, you cannot help thinking, and very florally decorated.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen for breakfast!” says Angie, by way of a polite dismissal.
“Of course – sorry again,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs, apparently completely unaware that you can see the whole of her panties.
Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, but you dare not adjust it. Instead you keep massaging, until Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say, carefully pulling her t-shirt down over her panties. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh.”
“You going for a run?” you ask, before mentally kicking yourself for asking such a stupid question.
“Yup,” says Maisie. “In a few minutes. I ... uh ... did you need something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you reply awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our household,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your top in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up,” she says, “but if you fall behind, just follow the route on this map I made for you.” She hands you a piece of paper. “If you’re not back at the house within an hour, I’ll send out a search party.” She grins.
“Thanks very much,” you say ruefully. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. Eventually, as you lose sight of her among the trees, you...
slow to a more manageable pace.
stop running, and walk back to the start.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my top off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Glancing at your map every so often to make sure you are following in Maisie’s footsteps, you maintain a manageable pace throughout the rest of her course.
When you finally get back to your starting point, almost fifty minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
You, on the other hand, are drenched in sweat and panting heavily. “I did!” you gasp. “Bugger me, you’re fit though!”
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“It nearly killed me!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “You’ll need to work hard if you want to keep up with Maisie!” she says. “Good job though.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, in a slight gasp, as you try not to stare at her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this. What is going on? you wonder to yourself. Does she really not care about you seeing her panties?
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
It does not take you long to get back to your starting point, and you have plenty of time to recover your breath by the time Maisie emerges from the trees to finish her run. She looks a little annoyed to see you waiting for her, as she slows to a halt and stops the app on her phone. “You gave up?” she inquires.
“Sorry!” you reply. “I’m just not as fit as you are.”
She shrugs. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“I’m afraid I didn’t do very well,” you confess.
Trisha chuckles. “Well, Maisie runs every day,” she says, “so don’t feel too bad.”
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing very short denim shorts and a tight t-shirt. “Recovered yet?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
You ignore the dig. “Yes thanks,” you reply. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though, I guess. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Sure,” you say, eyeing her PS4 warily. “I’ve a feeling you’ll kick my arse though.”
She giggles. “We’ll see.”
She does indeed win handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not much fun for you, but Maisie seems to be enjoying your company, which can only be a good thing.
At lunchtime, Trisha makes sandwiches, and the three of you eat together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Towards the northern end of the mall is Bailey Books, which first caught your eye when you were clothes shopping with Aunt Trisha and your cousins. You head inside and begin browsing. You seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, the young woman behind the counter smiles at you hopefully. She is quite short, with mousy brown hair and owlish glasses that make her look rather geeky. She is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and navy blue trousers. “Can I help you with anything?” she asks. She appears to be in her late teens; perhaps twenty.
You reply,
“No thanks, I’m just browsing.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha laughs. “This one wouldn’t fit me,” she says. “And it’s not finished. But once it is, maybe Alicia or Maisie might model it for you ... if you ask them nicely!”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a smile. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
“Out here?” says Alicia with a shiver. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says the young woman.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“There’s a book I’m not quite tall enough to reach,” you tell her sheepishly, pointing to a high shelf near the front of the shop. “I wonder if, um...”
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her three-step stool – practically a step ladder – over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, giving you a chance to admire her bottom, clad snugly in her trousers. “Which book?” she asks.
You point, and she grabs the book for you. “Thank you so much,” you say, as she hands you the book and climbs down to the floor.
“Anytime!” she says with a smile, and she returns to the counter, leaving you to look at the book. It is as interesting as you expected, but until your inheritance comes through, you cannot really afford to buy anything non-essential, so you reluctantly put it back, and continue browsing.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest.
“Would you like pancakes?” she asks you, pulling away.
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she gasps. “Oops!” she says, dropping her hairbrush and tugging the sides of her t-shirt down, covering her panties but hardly anything of her left thigh, of which you have a marvellous view. “I thought you were my mom or one of my sisters!”
“Sorry!” you say. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her room is very pink, you cannot help thinking, and very florally decorated.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen for breakfast!” says Angie, by way of a polite dismissal.
“Of course – sorry again,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs, apparently completely unaware that you can see the whole of her panties.
Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, but you dare not adjust it. Instead you keep massaging, until Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say, carefully pulling her t-shirt down over her panties. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh.”
“You going for a run?” you ask, before mentally kicking yourself for asking such a stupid question.
“Yup,” says Maisie. “In a few minutes. I ... uh ... did you need something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you reply awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our household,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Oh,” you say, feeling a little flustered and put on the spot. “Well ... what are you all doing?”
“I’ll be going to the sports centre,” says Alicia. “If you’d like to come along with me, that’d be awesome!”
“I’ll be staying home today,” says Trisha. “Got a business to run, after all!”
“I’m running, obviously,” says Maisie. “You can come running too if you like, but if you can’t keep up, I’m not going to wait for you!”
“Maisie takes her running very seriously,” Trisha remarks.
“I plan on going to the wetlands,” says Angie. “Do a bit of bird-watching.”
“Boooring...” says Alicia, rolling her eyes.
“Do any of those things appeal to you, Hugh?” asks Trisha. “Of course, you’re quite welcome to do your own thing. I can drive you into town and drop you off at the mall or wherever, if you like.”
You have already come to a decision. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your top in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“Easier said than done,” you say ruefully. “But I’ll do my best.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my top off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Towards the northern end of the mall is Bailey Books, which first caught your eye when you were clothes shopping with Aunt Trisha and your cousins. You head inside and begin browsing. You seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, the young woman behind the counter smiles at you hopefully. She is quite short, with mousy brown hair and owlish glasses that make her look rather geeky. She is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and navy blue trousers. “Can I help you with anything?” she asks. She appears to be in her late teens; perhaps twenty.
You reply,
“No thanks, I’m just browsing.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha hesitates. “This one ... I guess I could,” she says reluctantly. “And your feedback might be useful. All right then – leave the room for a moment; I’ll call you back in when I’m ready.”
You nod, and leave the room. When you hear Trisha call you back in, you re-enter, and your eyes widen at the sight of Trisha wearing a low-cut blue sundress that comes down to about three inches above her knees. “Wow!” you say.
“Um, what does ‘wow’ mean, exactly?” asks Trisha, looking slightly anxious.
“I mean ... you look great, Aunt Trisha!” you reply with enthusiastic honesty. “You should wear dresses more often! You have a lovely figure, and that dress complements you beautifully!”
Trisha blushes. “Well ... thank you!” she says, clearly flattered. “That’s ... very nice of you to say so, Hugh.” She smooths down the dress. “It’s not quite finished – I still have to hem it properly... What do you think of the length?”
“Well, your legs are fabulous,” you tell her candidly. “I’d say, why not show them off? If you’re marketing this to attractive women with great figures – like yourself – I’m sure they’ll be happy to show off their legs. So, my point is, I think you should go pretty short with this one.”
Trisha is still blushing, and smiling. “You’re being very complimentary!” she says. “And very kind. So, how short were you thinking?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Why don’t you hike up the hem a bit, and I’ll let you know what I think?”
Trisha hesitated, then she grasps the sides of the dress at thigh level, and pulls it up a few inches. Your pulse races as more of her thighs come into view. “That’s ... better,” you concede. “Try pulling it up a little more.”
Trisha bites her lip, and hiked up her dress even further. The hem is now above mid-thigh, and you are getting more and more excited. “Even better,” you say. “A little higher though, please?”
Trisha, her cheeks very pink, pulls her dress up even further, and your whole face becomes flushed as you stare excitedly at her exposed thighs. “Oh yes!” you say. “That’s a great length! Maybe ... a little higher, though?”
Trisha drops the dress. “That was quite short enough, I think!” she says, with a little shiver. “But thank you, Hugh – I’m grateful for your feedback, and for the ego boost.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
“Out here?” says Alicia with a shiver. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says the young woman.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“There’s a book I’m not quite tall enough to reach,” you tell her sheepishly, pointing to a high shelf near the front of the shop. “I wonder if, um...”
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her three-step stool – practically a step ladder – over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, giving you a chance to admire her bottom, clad snugly in her trousers. “Which book?” she asks.
You point, and she grabs the book for you. “Thank you so much,” you say, as she hands you the book and climbs down to the floor.
“Anytime!” she says with a smile, and she returns to the counter, leaving you to look at the book. It is as interesting as you expected, but until your inheritance comes through, you cannot really afford to buy anything non-essential, so you reluctantly put it back, and continue browsing.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. To your surprise, she is wearing a pretty, mid-thigh-length sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “I was hoping this dress would get your vote of confidence.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she gasps. “Oops!” she says, dropping her hairbrush and tugging the sides of her t-shirt down, covering her panties but hardly anything of her left thigh, of which you have a marvellous view. “I thought you were my mom or one of my sisters!”
“Sorry!” you say. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her room is very pink, you cannot help thinking, and very florally decorated.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen for breakfast!” says Angie, by way of a polite dismissal.
“Of course – sorry again,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs, apparently completely unaware that you can see the whole of her panties.
Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, but you dare not adjust it. Instead you keep massaging, until Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say, carefully pulling her t-shirt down over her panties. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh.”
“You going for a run?” you ask, before mentally kicking yourself for asking such a stupid question.
“Yup,” says Maisie. “In a few minutes. I ... uh ... did you need something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you reply awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. Then she stares at Trisha. “Mom! What’s the occasion?”
“Oh, I just felt like a change,” says Trisha airily.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. Then she, too, notices her mother. “Looking good, Mom – are you going somewhere today?”
“No,” says Trisha. “I just felt like a change today. It’s nice to have a man around the house who notices when I wear something feminine.” She gives you a wink.
“Well Kenny certainly doesn’t,” snorts Angie. “I assume you mean Hugh?”
“Hugh was very kind and complimentary yesterday,” says Trisha. “He made me feel beautiful again. It’s been a while since I’ve felt that.”
“Well good job Hugh!” says Angie. “It’s a good son that tells his mom she’s beautiful. I know you’re not actually her son...”
“I feel like it, though,” you say. “You’ve all been so wonderful – I feel like I have a mum again, and three amazing sisters – I really feel like I’ve become a part of your family. I ... I love you all.”
“And we love you too, Hugh,” says Angie, giving you a warm hug.
“I notice you didn’t mention Kenny,” remarks Alicia impishly.
You shrug. “Uncle Kenny ... it might take a little longer with him.”
Alicia snorts. “Or forever. He’s a shit.”
“Hey!” says Trisha sternly. “Let’s not ruin a nice moment. Kenny has his faults, but he works hard and he provides for us – and that’s important.”
“You’re right, Mom,” says Alicia. “I apologise.”
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says. Then she raises an eyebrow. “You going on a date?”
“No!” says Trisha, amused. “I just felt like a change today.”
“Hugh was very sweet yesterday,” Angie explains, “and made Mom feel pretty.”
“Oh!” says Maisie, looking surprised.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. Then she stares at Trisha. “Mom! What’s the occasion?”
“Oh, I just felt like a change,” says Trisha airily.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. Then she, too, notices her mother. “Looking good, Mom – are you going somewhere today?”
“No,” says Trisha. “I just felt like a change today. It’s nice to have a man around the house who notices when I wear something feminine.” She gives you a wink.
“Well Kenny certainly doesn’t,” snorts Angie. “I assume you mean Hugh?”
“Hugh was very kind and complimentary yesterday,” says Trisha. “He made me feel beautiful again. It’s been a while since I’ve felt that.”
“Well good job Hugh!” says Angie. “It’s a good son that tells his mom she’s beautiful. I know you’re not actually her son...”
“I feel like it, though,” you say. “You’ve all been so wonderful – I feel like I have a mum again, and three amazing sisters – I really feel like I’ve become a part of your family. I ... I love you all.”
“And we love you too, Hugh,” says Angie, giving you a warm hug.
“I notice you didn’t mention Kenny,” remarks Alicia impishly.
You shrug. “Uncle Kenny ... it might take a little longer with him.”
Alicia snorts. “Or forever. He’s a shit.”
“Hey!” says Trisha sternly. “Let’s not ruin a nice moment. Kenny has his faults, but he works hard and he provides for us – and that’s important.”
“You’re right, Mom,” says Alicia. “I apologise.”
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “You know I don’t like to eat right before a run, Mom,” she says. Then she raises an eyebrow. “You going on a date?”
“No!” says Trisha, amused. “I just felt like a change today.”
“Hugh was very sweet yesterday,” Angie explains, “and made Mom feel pretty.”
“Oh!” says Maisie, looking surprised.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she gasps. “Hugh!” she says, dropping her hairbrush and tugging the sides of her t-shirt down, covering her panties but hardly anything of her left thigh, of which you have a marvellous view. “I should have guessed it was you.”
“Sorry!” you say. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
Angie sighs, then shrugs, and lets go of her t-shirt. “Maybe I shouldn’t be so uptight about you seeing me like this,” she says. “I need to remember that you’re kinda like my brother now, and not just some horny kid who just wants to sneak a peak at me in my underwear. I know you’re a good person, Hugh – I love what you did for Mom – and maybe I should just accept that we’re living under the same roof like siblings, and we’re bound to see each other’s underwear from time to time.”
“Wow,” you say, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind you. “Okay, so, I have a few thoughts about that. First, I’m definitely coming to see you as a sister, Angie, just as I’m coming to see Aunt Trisha as my new mum. But it wouldn’t be fair to you to pretend that I haven’t also noticed that you’re a beautiful young woman. And as much as I’d like to say that I can see you in your panties and remain cool and calmly detached, that just wouldn’t be true. I’m not immune to your attractiveness, Angie, and I don’t think I could do anything to stop myself from enjoying seeing you in a state of undress...”
“Huh,” says Angie, pursing her lips.
“But,” you continue earnestly, “because I have indeed come to regard you as a sister – and a friend – I can promise you that I won’t be a jerk about it. I’ll treat you with the utmost respect, as you deserve, and I won’t stare or make crude remarks or do any of the stuff that your average horny teen boy would be inclined to do. I love you as a sister, and I want – more than anything – to just be part of this wonderful family. So I won’t do anything to jeopardise that.”
“Awww,” says Angie, her eyes moistening. “I think you put all that just as well as you could have put it.” She gets to her feet and walks over to you, and you just have time to get a good look at the front of her panties before she envelops you in a loving hug. “Hugh, you ARE part of our family now. And we love you. We’re all so sorry for what you’ve been through, and we’re all here for you. I totally understand what you’re saying about not being able to stay detached and dispassionate in the presence of ... well, me in my panties ... perhaps that’s just inevitable, and I think it’s okay. I know you’ll be respectful, and I couldn’t ask for more than that.”
“Thank you,” you say. “Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Just don’t, you know, go away and jerk off while thinking about me,” Angie adds with a smirk, “because that would be gross.”
“Of course,” you reply, nodding.
“Same goes for my sisters!” says Angie, disengaging from the hug. Her expression grows thoughtful. “Perhaps we need to find you a girlfriend...”
“That sounds nice,” you admit. “But I don’t know any girls here yet, outside of this family.”
Angie shrugs. “That’ll change,” she says. “Plenty of girls out there. Just go to the mall; you’ll meet plenty if you’re willing to go up and talk to them.”
You shudder. “I’m not good at talking to new people,” you say, “but thanks for the advice.”
“Just charm them with your accent,” says Angie with a grin.
You chuckle. “I’ll try.”
“Good luck,” says Angie. “Anyway – I’ll see you shortly in the kitchen for breakfast?”
“Yes – absolutely,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs, apparently completely unaware that you can see the whole of her panties.
Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, but you dare not adjust it. Instead you keep massaging, until Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say, carefully pulling her t-shirt down over her panties. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh. Um ... did you want something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you say awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“Easier said than done,” you say ruefully. “But I’ll do my best.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my dress off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Towards the northern end of the mall is Bailey Books, which first caught your eye when you were clothes shopping with Aunt Trisha and your cousins. You head inside and begin browsing. You seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, the young woman behind the counter smiles at you hopefully. She is quite short, with mousy brown hair and owlish glasses that make her look rather geeky. She is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and navy blue trousers. “Can I help you with anything?” she asks. She appears to be in her late teens; perhaps twenty.
You reply,
“No thanks, I’m just browsing.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
“Out here?” says Alicia with a shiver. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says the young woman.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“There’s a book I’m not quite tall enough to reach,” you tell her sheepishly, pointing to a high shelf near the front of the shop. “I wonder if, um...”
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her three-step stool – practically a step ladder – over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, giving you a chance to admire her bottom, clad snugly in her trousers. “Which book?” she asks.
You point, and she grabs the book for you. “Thank you so much,” you say, as she hands you the book and climbs down to the floor.
“Anytime!” she says with a smile, and she returns to the counter, leaving you to look at the book. It is as interesting as you expected, but until your inheritance comes through, you cannot really afford to buy anything non-essential, so you reluctantly put it back, and continue browsing.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Come to ogle me in my panties again, have you?”
Your cheeks turn crimson. “No...!”
Angie chuckles. “Oh I’m just teasing,” she says, as she gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. “You give nice hugs.”
“So do you!” says Angie. Then she disengages. “I’ll see you shortly in the kitchen for breakfast?”
“Yes – absolutely,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs, apparently completely unaware that you can see the whole of her panties.
Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, but you dare not adjust it. Instead you keep massaging, until Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say, carefully pulling her t-shirt down over her panties. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh. Um ... did you want something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you say awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“Easier said than done,” you say ruefully. “But I’ll do my best.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my dress off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Towards the northern end of the mall is Bailey Books, which first caught your eye when you were clothes shopping with Aunt Trisha and your cousins. You head inside and begin browsing. You seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, the young woman behind the counter smiles at you hopefully. She is quite short, with mousy brown hair and owlish glasses that make her look rather geeky. She is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and navy blue trousers. “Can I help you with anything?” she asks. She appears to be in her late teens; perhaps twenty.
You reply,
“No thanks, I’m just browsing.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
“Out here?” says Alicia with a shiver. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Fair enough,” you say.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says the young woman.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“There’s a book I’m not quite tall enough to reach,” you tell her sheepishly, pointing to a high shelf near the front of the shop. “I wonder if, um...”
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her three-step stool – practically a step ladder – over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, giving you a chance to admire her bottom, clad snugly in her trousers. “Which book?” she asks.
You point, and she grabs the book for you. “Coping with Loss,” she says, looking at it. “I could probably benefit from this one.”
“You lost someone too?” you inquire.
She nods. “My brother,” she says, climbing down the ladder. “He committed suicide five years ago. It’s been ... hard.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you say, feeling a rush of empathy for her. “I’m sure that was awful.”
She nods, her eyes getting misty. “Who ... who did you lose?”
“My parents,” you reply sadly. “Last month. There was ... a fire...” Then the sadness and sense of loss rise up inside you until you feel you can hardly bear it, and tears well up in your eyes.
“Oh my God!” says the young woman, appalled. “That’s terrible! I’m so, so sorry!” She reaches out and lays her hand on your arm.
“Thank you,” you say, sniffing. “It’s nice to meet someone who’s been through something similar.”
To your surprise, she puts her arms around you and hugs you. “You must miss them so bad!” she says. “Would you like to sit down with me and talk about it? I can close up the store for a while.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want you to lose any business on my account,” you say.
She chuckles. “As you may have noticed, this place isn’t crawling with customers,” she says. “Come on – let me do this for you. For both of us.”
“Um ... okay!” you say.
She closes the shop, and the two of you sit down, and talk – for over an hour. Her name is Sonya, and despite her teenaged appearance, she is actually twenty-two years old. She still lives with her parents, and she has one more year of an English Literature degree ahead of her.
“Well, I should probably open up the store again,” she says eventually, with a sigh.
“And I’ll let you get back to work,” you say. “Must be like a dream job, though, this – for someone doing a literature degree.”
She shrugs. “I do love the books,” she says. “But ... it does get lonely in here sometimes. There’s not a lot of human interaction. Honestly, this has been the highlight of my week.”
“Really?” you say in surprise. “But what about when you’re not working? You must ... um ... surely you have a boyfriend...?”
She nods, but grimaces. “I do ... but sometimes I’m at my loneliest when I’m with him.”
“He doesn’t sound like a very good boyfriend!” you remark.
“I guess he isn’t,” she concedes. “But he’s what I’ve got. Most men my age don’t seem much interested in me. I do get hit on by creepy middle-aged men who come into the store sometimes...”
“Ugh,” you say. “That’s gross. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Maybe it’s my clothes,” she chuckles. “I’ve been told I dress like a middle-aged woman.”
You cannot help smiling. “Yeah, you do a bit. At any rate it’s certainly not your looks.”
“Oh?” she inquires.
“Of course not!” you say. “You’re wonderfully pretty.”
She blushes, and hangs her head. “You’re very kind,” she says.
“Bugger kind!” you retort. “You’re objectively pretty! If you started wearing tight tops and short skirts, men your age would be beating down the door!”
“Oh shut up,” says Sonya, looking flustered.
“I bet that’s why your boyfriend doesn’t object to your middle-aged clothes,” you continue. “He’s afraid you’ll discover just how much of a catch you are!”
“I ... I think you’d better go,” says Sonya quietly.
“Oh gosh,” you say, feeling suddenly guilty. “I’m so sorry, Sonya – I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s okay,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it. “I know you mean well.”
She leads you to the front of the shop, and opens the door. “Come back and see me sometime, Hugh, okay?”
“I will,” you promise. “Take care, Sonya.”
“You too, Hugh,” she says.
You leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Come to ogle me in my panties again, have you?”
Your cheeks turn crimson. “No...!”
Angie chuckles. “Oh I’m just teasing,” she says, as she gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. “You give nice hugs.”
“So do you!” says Angie. Then she disengages. “I’ll see you shortly in the kitchen for breakfast?”
“Yes – absolutely,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs, apparently completely unaware that you can see the whole of her panties.
Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, but you dare not adjust it. Instead you keep massaging, until Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say, carefully pulling her t-shirt down over her panties. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh. Um ... did you want something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you say awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“Easier said than done,” you say ruefully. “But I’ll do my best.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my dress off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “Very tempting!” she says. “But I’m not really dressed for climbing trees! Perhaps if I weren’t wearing a skirt...”
“You could always change into your workout shorts,” you suggest, with a grin.
Alicia smirks. “You just want to look at my panties again, you pervert,” she says.
The colour drains from your face. “I ... I’m sorry?” You stammer.
“Maisie told me you uncovered my panties and were staring at them, that time she walked in on us during my back rub,” says Alicia. “Pervert.” She turns toward you, and punches your arm, rather hard.
“Ow!” you say. “Gosh ... look ... I don’t know what to say.” You sigh wretchedly. “I’m sorry, Alicia. While I was massaging your back, your t-shirt just started climbing up, and I noticed your panties were starting to show. I should have said something ... but it was a lovely sight! Your bottom looked gorgeous, and your panties were pretty ... I ... I...” You sigh. “I’m sorry for enjoying it, Alicia.”
She chuckles. “Well heck, Hugh, I guess I don’t really mind. If the price of a really good back rub is that you get to see my panties, then go ahead and enjoy the view.”
You are stunned. “Really?” you say, in a rather awed tone. “Wow...”
Alicia laughs. “Pervert,” she says. Then she looks up at the tree. “Maybe I’ll climb this thing after all.” She gets to her feet, leaps up to grab a low branch, and then swings one leg up to another branch. In another couple of seconds, she is squatting about four feet above your head, with her feet on different branches. Your eyes widen as you stare up at the thin strip of her pink panties between her parted thighs.
“Enjoying the view, pervert?” she asks you with a grin.
You wince. “Yes, but ... Alicia ... please don’t call me that. I may deserve it, but it still hurts.”
Her grin disappears. “Sorry Hugh,” she says. “I was only teasing. Obviously I do like you ... otherwise I wouldn’t let you see my panties. I’m not upset with you, and honestly I can’t blame you for enjoying the view. It’s only natural. I was just having some fun at your expense, but I’ll stop.” She launches herself off her perch, clutching one of the branches with both hands, so that she swings down and hangs for a couple of seconds, before letting go and landing gracefully next to you. “Forgive me?” she says, turning her soulful brown eyes up toward yours.
“Of course!” you say, a little unnerved by the power of her gaze.
“Good!” she says brightly, and she sits back down on the bench. “Because I might well need another back rub tomorrow.”
“Okay!” you say, excited at the prospect.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Come to ogle me in my panties again, have you?”
Your cheeks turn crimson. “No...!”
Angie chuckles. “Oh I’m just teasing,” she says, as she gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. “You give nice hugs.”
“So do you!” says Angie. Then she disengages. “I’ll see you shortly in the kitchen for breakfast?”
“Yes – absolutely,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Are you getting a nice look at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. “It’s a beautiful sight.” Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over, and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh. Um ... did you want something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you say awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“Easier said than done,” you say ruefully. “But I’ll do my best.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my dress off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Yes please!” you say, excited at the thought of spending time with Maisie while she is dressed like this.
She giggles. “Okay then.”
You do your best, but she beats you handily, over and over again, using a variety of different characters. This is not very much fun for you, but your occasional glances at Maisie’s panties more than make up for it.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
“I will,” says Maisie, her cheeks turning pink. As soon as her mother leaves the room, she fetches her denim shorts and puts them on.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, until a newly released game catches your eye: American Ninja Warrior: Ultimate Edition. Knowing how much Maisie loves both video games and the show American Ninja Warrior, you buy the game for her, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “You just want to see my panties again,” she teases you. Then she gets up. “Fine – enjoy the view, Hugh!” She jumps up, grabs a branch, and swings herself up into the tree. A moment later she has her feet on two adjacent branches, and you have a lovely view of her pink panties between them.
“Wow – thank you!” you say fervently. “May I ... take a photo?”
Alicia giggles. “No!” she says. “You’ll just have to make do with your memory.”
She continues climbing, giving you frequent glimpses of her panties, until she is becoming hard to spot amongst the branches. “Don’t climb too high!” you say anxiously. “I’d hate for you to fall.”
“Me too!” says Alicia, already climbing back down. Dropping down to hang from the lowest branch, she releases her grip, and lands next to you, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” you assure her. “Thank you, again.”
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured North America, South America, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in Asia, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her denim shorts are so skimpy that her buttocks peep out a little when she is on all fours.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Come to ogle me in my panties again, have you?”
Your cheeks turn crimson. “No...!”
Angie chuckles. “Oh I’m just teasing,” she says, as she gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. “You give nice hugs.”
“So do you!” says Angie. Then she disengages. “I’ll see you shortly in the kitchen for breakfast?”
“Yes – absolutely,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Are you getting a nice look at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. “It’s a beautiful sight.” Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over, and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, dressed in her usual running outfit of a sports bra top, short shorts, and running shoes, is doing some stretching exercises. She straightens up as she sees you, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh!” she says. “Hi Hugh. Um ... did you want something?”
“Just thought I’d come and say good morning,” you say awkwardly. “I’ll leave you to your stretching.”
“Okay – see you later,” says Maisie.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way. “We’re likely to need both.”
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. Knowing the sun is likely to be stronger here than you are accustomed to, you follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. “You might want to spray your clothes, too,” she says, when she hands you the bottle. “I would, but I hate the way it makes them smell.”
Not wanting to take any chances, you apply the bug spray liberally. Then you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation. You keep a wary eye out for nettles, but see none; perhaps they do not exist on this side of the Atlantic.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking surprised, and perhaps a little gratified. “Well, you’ll need to be quick; I’ll be setting off in a couple of minutes.”
“Don’t rush him, honey!” says Trisha reprovingly, as you begin to hastily wolf down your food. “You can wait a few extra minutes, surely?”
“Fine,” Maisie grumbles.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to a point near the end of the road, where a path into the woods indicates the start of a trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“Easier said than done,” you say ruefully. “But I’ll do my best.”
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my dress off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
“Oh! Thank you,” she says, glancing down at her shoulder but seeing nothing. She turns to face forward again, then shrugs. “Well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Well actually,” you say, gripping the video game you bought her behind your back, “I was thinking we might try something else. You see ... I bought you a new video game.” You produce it from behind your back, and hand it to her.
“Oh!” says Maisie excitedly, as she gets up from her bed. “I’ve heard about this – it’s supposed to be really good! And of course, I’m a big American Ninja Warrior fan! Thank you, Hugh!” She flings her arms around you, and hugs you tightly. Then she takes the game from you, and quickly unwraps it. As you sit down in your usual gaming spot, you watch her get down on her hands and knees in front of her PS4 in order to retrieve Street Fighter V and put the new game in. This position gives you a beautiful view of her panty-clad bottom, and you find yourself unable to resist saying something.
“Gosh, Maisie,” you say in a rather breathless voice, “your bottom is just about the most beautiful and perfect bottom I think I’ve ever seen.”
Startled, she looks back over her shoulder at you. When she sees from your expression that you are serious, and not just mocking her, she giggles. “Really?” she asks. “Thank you, Hugh! That’s a very sweet thing to say.” She wiggles her bottom a little, for your benefit.
“Oh wow!” you say. “And I especially love the way it looks in panties! I mean, you look great in shorts too, but seeing your bottom in a cute pair of panties ... it’s too gorgeous for words!”
“All right, flatterer,” says Maisie, getting to her feet and turning around. Her eyes are shining and she is smiling happily. “I’m glad you like my ass. But let’s play, shall we?”
“Okay!” you say.
After playing through the tutorial, you and Maisie take it in turns to run through Ninja Warrior courses of increasing difficulty. The game is fun, and Maisie’s turns give you good opportunities to sneak looks at her panties. There is an option to play simultaneously, with a split screen, but neither of you likes this as much since the viewing area for each person is reduced.
“I love the way you say ‘bottom’,” says Maisie at one point, pausing the game. “It’s so totally English. Will you ... will you please tell me again how much you like mine?”
You turn to look at her, smiling warmly. “Your bottom is perfect in every way, Maisie,” you tell her. “I love looking at it, all snugly fitting inside those pretty panties. I could happily stare at your bottom all day. Not that I would, of course, because then I wouldn’t get to see your pretty face and all the other wonderful things about you...”
Maisie leans over and kisses your cheek. Then she sighs happily, and puts her head on your shoulder. “Thank you,” she says. “Now, shall we continue?”
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
Maisie pouts. “Awww, Mom!” she says. “I’m comfortable like this.”
“It’s more Hugh’s comfort that I’m thinking about,” says Trisha sternly.
You shrug. “I don’t mind,” you say candidly.
Trisha sighs. “It’s just not appropriate,” she says. “Hugh is a boy, Maisie, and boys have ... natural ... I can’t believe I’m actually having to explain this.”
“If you’re worried I’ll misbehave, Aunt Trisha,” you say, looking up at her earnestly, “then please don’t. Maisie is like my sister; I’d never do anything ... you know ... bad or disrespectful to her. If she feels comfortable enough around me to sit around in her underwear, then that makes me happy. It makes me feel like she sees me as a brother, like ... she trusts me enough to do that, you know? And I certainly wouldn’t betray that trust.”
Trisha looks conflicted. “I trust you too, Hugh,” she says. “I really do. It still makes me uneasy, but ... if neither of you has a problem with it, and nothing inappropriate is going on, then I suppose...”
“Thanks Mom!” says Maisie happily.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she voices no further objection. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, feeling rather flustered at the sight of her panties. “So, how are you planning to spend the rest of your day?”
She shrugs. “Reading, watching TV,” she says. “Playing video games. I wouldn’t mind some company though. Wanna play some Street Fighter?”
“Well actually,” you say, gripping the video game you bought her behind your back, “I was thinking we might try something else. You see ... I bought you a new video game.” You produce it from behind your back, and hand it to her.
“Oh!” says Maisie excitedly, as she gets up from her bed. “I’ve heard about this – it’s supposed to be really good! And of course, I’m a big American Ninja Warrior fan! Thank you, Hugh!” She flings her arms around you, and hugs you tightly. Then she takes the game from you, and quickly unwraps it. As you sit down in your usual gaming spot, you watch her get down on her hands and knees in front of her PS4 in order to retrieve Street Fighter V and put the new game in. This position gives you a beautiful view of her panty-clad bottom, and you find yourself unable to resist saying something.
“Gosh, Maisie,” you say in a rather breathless voice, “your bottom is just about the most beautiful and perfect bottom I think I’ve ever seen.”
Startled, she looks back over her shoulder at you. When she sees from your expression that you are serious, and not just mocking her, she giggles. “Really?” she asks. “Thank you, Hugh! That’s a very sweet thing to say.” She wiggles her bottom a little, for your benefit.
“Oh wow!” you say. “And I especially love the way it looks in panties! I mean, you look great in shorts too, but seeing your bottom in a cute pair of panties ... it’s too gorgeous for words!”
“All right, flatterer,” says Maisie, getting to her feet and turning around. Her eyes are shining and she is smiling happily. “I’m glad you like my ass. But let’s play, shall we?”
“Okay!” you say.
After playing through the tutorial, you and Maisie take it in turns to run through Ninja Warrior courses of increasing difficulty. The game is fun, and Maisie’s turns give you good opportunities to sneak looks at her panties. There is an option to play simultaneously, with a split screen, but neither of you likes this as much since the viewing area for each person is reduced.
“I love the way you say ‘bottom’,” says Maisie at one point, pausing the game. “It’s so totally English. Will you ... will you please tell me again how much you like mine?”
You turn to look at her, smiling warmly. “Your bottom is perfect in every way, Maisie,” you tell her. “I love looking at it, all snugly fitting inside those pretty panties. I could happily stare at your bottom all day. Not that I would, of course, because then I wouldn’t get to see your pretty face and all the other wonderful things about you...”
Maisie leans over and kisses your cheek. Then she sighs happily, and puts her head on your shoulder. “Thank you,” she says. “Now, shall we continue?”
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.” Then she stares at Maisie. “Put some shorts on, Maisie, for heaven’s sake!”
Maisie pouts. “Awww, Mom!” she says. “I’m comfortable like this.”
“It’s more Hugh’s comfort that I’m thinking about,” says Trisha sternly.
You shrug. “I don’t mind,” you say candidly.
Trisha sighs. “It’s just not appropriate,” she says. “Hugh is a boy, Maisie, and boys have ... natural ... I can’t believe I’m actually having to explain this.”
“If you’re worried I’ll misbehave, Aunt Trisha,” you say, looking up at her earnestly, “then please don’t. Maisie is like my sister; I’d never do anything ... you know ... bad or disrespectful to her. If she feels comfortable enough around me to sit around in her underwear, then that makes me happy. It makes me feel like she sees me as a brother, like ... she trusts me enough to do that, you know? And I certainly wouldn’t betray that trust.”
Trisha looks conflicted. “I trust you too, Hugh,” she says. “I really do. It still makes me uneasy, but ... if neither of you has a problem with it, and nothing inappropriate is going on, then I suppose...”
“Thanks Mom!” says Maisie happily.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she voices no further objection. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “You just want to see my panties again,” she teases you. Then she gets up. “Fine – enjoy the view, Hugh!” She jumps up, grabs a branch, and swings herself up into the tree. A moment later she has her feet on two adjacent branches, and you have a lovely view of her pink panties between them.
“Wow – thank you!” you say fervently. “May I ... take a photo?”
Alicia giggles. “No!” she says. “You’ll just have to make do with your memory.”
She continues climbing, giving you frequent glimpses of her panties, until she is becoming hard to spot amongst the branches. “Don’t climb too high!” you say anxiously. “I’d hate for you to fall.”
“Me too!” says Alicia, already climbing back down. Dropping down to hang from the lowest branch, she releases her grip, and lands next to you, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” you assure her. “Thank you, again.”
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured Asia, Europe, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in the Americas, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her panties have ridden up between her buttocks a little, giving you an even better look at her bottom.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You are not a big fan of Uncle Kenny, but you have become very fond of your aunt and cousins.
You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Come to ogle me in my panties again, have you?”
Your cheeks turn crimson. “No...!”
Angie chuckles. “Oh I’m just teasing,” she says, as she gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. “You give nice hugs.”
“So do you!” says Angie. Then she disengages. “I’ll see you shortly in the kitchen for breakfast?”
“Yes – absolutely,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Are you getting a nice look at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. “It’s a beautiful sight.” Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over, and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, a 500-acre wildlife preserve encompassing a small lake and extensive wetland habitat. “I’ve got bug spray and sunscreen,” she tells you on the way.
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. You follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. Having applied bug spray to yourself, you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my dress off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Mosquito on your top,” you quickly improvise, swatting at her shoulder.
She stares at you. “It’s too windy right now for mosquitoes,” she says. Her eyes narrow. “You we’re trying to look down my top, weren’t you!”
Busted! Your face pales. “Um ... I ... uh...”
Angie rolls her eyes. “Boys and their fascination with boobs,” she says with a sigh.
“Well you have to admit,” you say, rather red-faced, “yours are rather special.”
Angie snorts. “Don’t get too fond of them,” she says. “I’m getting them reduced next month.”
You stare at her. “Oh no!” you exclaim. “But why?”
“Why do you think?” says Angie with a shrug. “They’re too big. I don’t want to suffer the same aches and pains as Mom does, all my life. I already get terrible backache because of their weight.”
“But...” you begin.
“And don’t tell me one of your back rubs will fix it!” says Angie. “Yes, I’ve heard about those. Mom says they do wonders for her back. And Alicia loves them. But my mind’s made up; I don’t need you coming along and making me second-guess myself.”
“But Angie!” you say in dismay. “All I want is to help you. If you’re in pain ... I want to take that pain away! Maybe it’ll be enough to overcome your need to get reduction surgery; maybe it won’t. But if there’s a chance that there’s a painless alternative to surgery ... don’t you owe it to yourself to take it?”
Angie stares out over the wetlands. “Fuck you for making sense, Hugh,” she mutters. Then she sighs. “Obviously the same thought has crossed my mind ... but I decided on this path a long time ago. I made my mind up, and I was at peace with the decision. Now you come along and...” She turns and glares at you. “Don’t you think I want one of your amazing back rubs? That I don’t think of you giving Alicia a completely unnecessary massage while I’m suffering with back pain?”
“But ... why didn’t you say something?” you ask in concern.
“Because I didn’t want you to change my mind!” exclaims Angie. “But damn it, Hugh...” Her voice becomes almost a whine. “I’d really really like one!”
“Then I’ll give you one!” you say earnestly. “It doesn’t have to mean you’re changing your mind about surgery; just let me make you feel better.”
Angie’s shoulders slump. “Yes ... I’d really like to feel better,” she says.
“Look,” you say, pointing at a stretch of grass nearby. “You can just lie down there. I promise, I’ll have you feeling an awful lot better in just a couple of minutes.”
“You want to do it right now?” asks Angie in surprise.
“Are you in pain right now?” you ask.
“Well, yes,” Angie admits.
“Then let’s do it,” you say.
Angie looks at her phone. “We don’t have time,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Can you maybe come to my room tomorrow morning, before breakfast? That is, if you don’t already have an appointment with Alicia...”
“I’d love to,” you assure her.
“Okay – well, I need to get to the diner,” says Angie. “Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “You just want to see my panties again,” she teases you. Then she gets up. “Fine – enjoy the view, Hugh!” She jumps up, grabs a branch, and swings herself up into the tree. A moment later she has her feet on two adjacent branches, and you have a lovely view of her pink panties between them.
“Wow – thank you!” you say fervently. “May I ... take a photo?”
Alicia giggles. “No!” she says. “You’ll just have to make do with your memory.”
She continues climbing, giving you frequent glimpses of her panties, until she is becoming hard to spot amongst the branches. “Don’t climb too high!” you say anxiously. “I’d hate for you to fall.”
“Me too!” says Alicia, already climbing back down. Dropping down to hang from the lowest branch, she releases her grip, and lands next to you, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” you assure her. “Thank you, again.”
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured Asia, Europe, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in the Americas, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her panties have ridden up between her buttocks a little, giving you an even better look at her bottom.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for my back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. “All right – I’m going to give you the best back rub ever, Angie!”
“Glad to hear it!” says Angie. She walks back to her bed, and lies down on her front.
You notice a bottle of baby oil on her dresser, and it gives you an idea. “Um,” you say, “for best results, I should really massage your bare skin ... and preferably with some kind of oil... Oh! Could I use your baby oil?”
Angie looks over at her dresser. “Um,” she says uneasily, “sure, I guess... Does this mean you want me to take off my t-shirt?”
“That would indeed be necessary,” you say apologetically. “I’ll turn around while you do that.” You turn your back on her.
Then you hear her sigh, and mutter, “This had better be an amazing back rub...” A moment later, she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage her muscles, from her shoulders and neck, all the way down to the waistband of her panties.
“Mmmm,” says Angie at first.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs, a little later.
“Oh my God ... ohhhhhh...” she gasps, later still. “Hugh, you’re as good as your word – you’re wonderful at this...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “That’s amazing!” she says. “My back feels so ... relaxed! Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you say. “I can do that every morning if you like.”
She chuckles. “Well, I know I’m not your only customer,” she says, “but I’d certainly love it if you could do that as often as you can!”
You smile. “It would be my absolute pleasure,” you say.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Are you getting a nice look at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. “It’s a beautiful sight.” Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over, and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily. “It’ll be so much more fun with two!”
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
As Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, she says, pointedly, “You didn’t come to my room this morning.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, feeling guilty. “I ... had something I needed to do.”
She nods. “I really want that back rub,” she says. “But if you’ve changed your mind about giving me one, then I guess I have no reason to rethink my surgery.”
“You’ll get your back rub, I promise,” you tell her.
“Tomorrow morning?” she says, and you nod.
Once you arrive at the parking lot, Angie slathers sunscreen on her arms, face, neck, and upper chest, before handing you the tube. You follow suit, while she briefly applies bug spray to her exposed skin. Having applied bug spray to yourself, you follow Angie into the park, along a narrow path that is being crowded on both sides by encroaching vegetation.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha chuckles. “Perhaps, but I don’t think I should be taking my dress off in front of you, Hugh.”
“I understand,” you reply. “It’s fine – I can still give your muscles a pretty good massage through the material.”
“Oh, I know,” says Trisha happily. “You’re doing great.”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “You just want to see my panties again,” she teases you. Then she gets up. “Fine – enjoy the view, Hugh!” She jumps up, grabs a branch, and swings herself up into the tree. A moment later she has her feet on two adjacent branches, and you have a lovely view of her pink panties between them.
“Wow – thank you!” you say fervently. “May I ... take a photo?”
Alicia giggles. “No!” she says. “You’ll just have to make do with your memory.”
She continues climbing, giving you frequent glimpses of her panties, until she is becoming hard to spot amongst the branches. “Don’t climb too high!” you say anxiously. “I’d hate for you to fall.”
“Me too!” says Alicia, already climbing back down. Dropping down to hang from the lowest branch, she releases her grip, and lands next to you, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” you assure her. “Thank you, again.”
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured Asia, Europe, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in the Americas, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her panties have ridden up between her buttocks a little, giving you an even better look at her bottom.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
When you wake up the next morning, you smile as you remember where you are, and with whom you are living. You get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower, and while you are there you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Aunt Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Aunt Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for another back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“Okay,” says Angie. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position. You can use my baby oil again if you like.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
“Okay!” says Alicia. She quickly makes her bed, then she lies down atop the covers. Her long t-shirt is barely covering her bottom.
Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Flexing your fingers, you reach down, and start massaging her back through the thin material.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels so good...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. “Your lower back is stiff again,” you remark. “But don’t worry – I’ll soon have it loosened up.”
“Mmmhmm,” mumbles Alicia.
As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, Alicia’s t-shirt starts riding up, getting more crumpled beneath your fingers, and your eyes widen as her buttocks begin to peep into view. Excitedly, you continue kneading, working her t-shirt higher and higher, and watching as more and more of her pink panties are revealed ... until they are fully exposed.
How you long to put your hands on her gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Are you getting a nice look at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. “It’s a beautiful sight.” Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the back rub, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia turns over, and sits up. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Aunt Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Aunt Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully.
“Okay!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Oh, right,” says Trisha, nodding, her expression a little uneasy. She leads you through to her bedroom, then she lies down on the bed, on her front.
You climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Then you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully, “You know,
this would be more effective without your dress in the way.”
I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
Alicia does not have a car, nor even a driver’s licence, since she has failed her practical test on both occasions that she has taken it. When she is ready to leave, therefore, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha says nothing for a moment. Then she says, “Angie told me you gave her a baby oil massage,” she says. “She said it was amazing...”
“Yes,” you confirm. “Much more effective than what I’ve been doing for you, honestly.”
Trisha hesitates. “All right,” she says. “You’ll find another bottle of baby oil in the bathroom. Would you mind fetching it?”
“Sure!” you say. You climb off her, leave the room, and go to the bathroom. In the cupboard, sure enough, you find a large bottle of baby oil. You return to Trisha’s bedroom.
She is now lying in bed, with the covers pulled up to her hips. She is still wearing a bra, but her dress is now folded over the arm of a chair. You climb back on to the bed, straddling her, and you pull the covers down until you can just see the waistband of a pair of white panties. You oil up your hands, and begin the massage, starting with her shoulders.
“Mmmm,” says Trisha, after a few moments. “I have to admit, this is better...”
“It’s easier for me to feel what’s going on under your skin,” you say, gently manipulating the muscles at the base of her neck. “And without a layer of clothing in the way, I can really sink my fingers into those muscles.”
“Makes sense,” says Trisha.
Soon you reach the back of her bra. “Aunt Trisha, may I undo your bra please? It’s not like I’m going to see anything I shouldn’t, but I need access to the areas underneath it.”
Trisha hesitates for a few seconds. Then she says, “Go ahead.”
You undo the clasp, then pull both sides of her bra wide apart, exposing her entire back. Then you resume your massage, paying careful attention to every inch of her skin, all the way down to the top of her panties. As you work on her lower back, her murmurs of pleasure almost become moans.
“Oh my God, Hugh,” she gasps. “You could make a living at this.” Then she chuckles. “Maybe this could be your summer job.”
You laugh. “Don’t even think about paying me for this,” you tell her. “It’s my pleasure.”
“Well, I’m very grateful,” she says.
“There,” you say eventually. “All done. It was better with your dress off, right?” You climb off her.
“It was,” she admits, turning her face towards you. “You were right. I still feel a bit uncomfortable being so exposed in front of you, Hugh, but you haven’t let me down. I don’t know if you still see me as your aunt, or your new mom, but I’m really starting to see you as my son ... I hope that’s okay...”
“It is!” you tell her, feeling very touched. “I ... it’s a little different for me, because my mum is still very much in my head, always ... but I love you like a mum ... you’re definitely filling that role so well ... and I’m really starting to feel like I belong here. I ... I’m afraid I’d feel a little weird calling you ‘Mum’ or ‘Mom’ ... but I’m not sure I like ‘Aunt Trisha’ either, because you feel like so much more than an aunt...” You feel tears beginning to well up.
Trisha sits up, her bra hanging loosely over her breasts, and she pulls you into a hug. “Then just call me Trisha,” she says. “Would that be okay?”
“Yes,” you reply, holding her close. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too, Hugh,” says Trisha. “But now I think I’d better get back to work. Oh God, though ... my back feels so good!”
“Glad to hear it!” you say. “See you later ... Trisha.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just another dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha clears her throat. “Um, I think you should probably leave something like that to the professionals, Hugh. I, uh, just don’t think it would be appropriate.”
“Of course,” you reply. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Trisha. “Just keep doing what you’re doing; it feels wonderful!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until eventually she lifts her head. “Thank you Hugh,” she says. “I could happily lie here and enjoy this all afternoon, but I should really get back to work.”
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later then,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, then she gives you a warm hug. “I mean it,” she says softly. “Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say with a smile. Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if Aunt Trisha wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Aunt Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Aunt Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “You just want to see my panties again,” she teases you. Then she gets up. “Fine – enjoy the view, Hugh!” She jumps up, grabs a branch, and swings herself up into the tree. A moment later she has her feet on two adjacent branches, and you have a lovely view of her pink panties between them.
“Wow – thank you!” you say fervently. “May I ... take a photo?”
Alicia giggles. “No!” she says. “You’ll just have to make do with your memory.”
She continues climbing, giving you frequent glimpses of her panties, until she is becoming hard to spot amongst the branches. “Don’t climb too high!” you say anxiously. “I’d hate for you to fall.”
“Me too!” says Alicia, already climbing back down. Dropping down to hang from the lowest branch, she releases her grip, and lands next to you, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” you assure her. “Thank you, again.”
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured Asia, Europe, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in the Americas, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her panties have ridden up between her buttocks a little, giving you an even better look at her bottom.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Morning Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for another back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“Okay,” says Angie. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position. You can use my baby oil again if you like.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get an all-too-brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another back rub?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just lie down on your bed, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and grabs something from her dresser. “Won’t you be needing this?” she inquires, holding up a bottle of baby oil.
Your jaw drops. “How did...”
Alicia laughs. “I bought it yesterday!” she says. “I overheard Angie telling Mom about the wonderful oil massage you gave her, and, well shit! I didn’t want to miss out.”
“All right!” you say. “Um ... you do realise you’ll need to be topless for it...?”
Alicia grins. “Yes,” she says, handing you the bottle. “But if you’re hoping for a peek at my boobs, prepare to be disappointed. Turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, you can turn around.”
You turn back, and your eyes widen to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning Hugh,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully. “With ... baby oil?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just another dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just another dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if your mum wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if your mum wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “You just want to see my panties again,” she teases you. Then she gets up. “Fine – enjoy the view, Hugh!” She jumps up, grabs a branch, and swings herself up into the tree. A moment later she has her feet on two adjacent branches, and you have a lovely view of her pink panties between them.
“Wow – thank you!” you say fervently. “May I ... take a photo?”
Alicia giggles. “No!” she says. “You’ll just have to make do with your memory.”
She continues climbing, giving you frequent glimpses of her panties, until she is becoming hard to spot amongst the branches. “Don’t climb too high!” you say anxiously. “I’d hate for you to fall.”
“Me too!” says Alicia, already climbing back down. Dropping down to hang from the lowest branch, she releases her grip, and lands next to you, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” you assure her. “Thank you, again.”
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured Asia, Europe, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in the Americas, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her panties have ridden up between her buttocks a little, giving you an even better look at her bottom.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well don’t take too long over that – I think you could really benefit from the structure, discipline, and routine of a regular job. Can’t have you lounging around the house all summer, right?”
“Kenny...” says Trisha with a reproachful sigh, but she shuts up when he glares at her.
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Do you need something?”
“Um ... I was just looking for Trisha,” you reply.
“She’s in the kitchen,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone.
“Thanks,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for another back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“Okay,” says Angie. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position. You can use my baby oil again if you like.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning all,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Morning all,” he says.
“Good morning!” you reply.
“I’m heading into the office for a bit,” says Kenny to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do today?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Well ... today I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me! I get to spend the day with you. I will have some work to do though.”
“Oh, don’t feel you need to entertain me or anything,” you say. “I won’t intrude on your work.”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, that’s a bad position for my back,” she says. Then she hesitates, and bites her lip.
“Would you like another back rub, Trisha?” you ask her with a smile.
“Oh, I’d love one!” she says gratefully. “With ... baby oil?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom then.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just another dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
After lunch, you watch some television while Trisha continues with her work in her bedroom. When you peek in on her, you see that she is sewing something. “Hi,” you say, walking into the room. “What are you working on?”
“Just another dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if your mum wouldn’t mind...”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, she comes over and says, “Do you want to walk home? Or should I call Mom and have her pick you up? I’ll be here until nine o’clock.”
Knowing that your new home is about fifteen minutes’ walk away, you reply,
“I’ll be fine walking home – thank you.”
“I’d rather be picked up, if your mum wouldn’t mind...”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant and, at Alicia’s suggestion, walk down to the river, where a footpath runs along the bank. You follow this for a while, chatting amiably together, until you come to a bench which sits beneath a gnarled oak tree.
Alicia sits down, and you join her, watching a family of ducks swimming by. Then you...
reach behind her, and put your arm around her shoulder.
challenge her to climb the tree.
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Maisie says, “Anyone fancy a game of Risk?”
“I need to get some sewing done,” says Trisha. “You two go ahead though.”
Maisie shrugs. “Not so much fun with two players,” she says, “but whatever. What do you think, Hugh?”
You reply,
“Sure! I’d love a game.”
“Can we maybe just watch some TV instead?”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply,
“Not right now, thanks.”
“Actually, yes please.”
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha chuckles, but shakes her head. “Not this one ... it wouldn’t fit me,” she says.
“Fair enough,” you acknowledge. “Okay, well I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Trisha sighs. “Honestly, it’s going a little slowly at the moment. But that’s just the nature of things – sometimes the demand is higher than at other times. I’m not concerned; things are still ticking over.”
You nod. “That’s good,” you say. “Well, I’d better let you get back to work. See you later!” You return to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
The weather is nice, so you take your time and explore the area a bit on your way home. When you arrive, almost an hour after you left the diner, you enter the house, and look for Trisha. You soon find her sitting on her bed, busily sewing. “Hi Trisha,” you say, walking into the room.
“Hugh!” she beams, looking up. “How was your morning with Angie?”
“It was nice,” you tell her, nodding. “What are you working on?”
“Just a dress for my online store,” she says.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
“Oh I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” says Angie.
“I can call her though,” you say, pulling out your phone. “You’re working.”
“Okay!” says Angie, smiling.
You call Trisha, and she answers right away. “Hi Trisha,” you say.
“Hey Hugh!” replies Trisha. Do you need a pickup?”
“Yes please!” you confirm. “I’m at Angie’s diner.”
“I’ll be right there,” says Trisha.
Five minutes later, you are getting into your aunt’s minivan. “How was your morning with Angie?” she asks you.
“It was fun,” you reply. “We saw a lot of birds.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well I’m sure she appreciated the company.”
Back at the house, you spend a little time in your bedroom while Trisha continues with her work. After a while, though, you are feeling a little bored, so you decide to seek her out. You find her in her bedroom, sitting on her bed and sewing. “May I ask what you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Just a dress for my online store,” she replies.
“Cool!” you say. Then you add,
“Can you model it for me?”
“How’s your business doing?”
Alicia looks at you in surprise, but then she smiles, and leans against your shoulder. “It’s nice to have a brother,” she says happily.
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Alicia laughs. “You just want to see my panties again,” she teases you. Then she gets up. “Fine – enjoy the view, Hugh!” She jumps up, grabs a branch, and swings herself up into the tree. A moment later she has her feet on two adjacent branches, and you have a lovely view of her pink panties between them.
“Wow – thank you!” you say fervently. “May I ... take a photo?”
Alicia giggles. “No!” she says. “You’ll just have to make do with your memory.”
She continues climbing, giving you frequent glimpses of her panties, until she is becoming hard to spot amongst the branches. “Don’t climb too high!” you say anxiously. “I’d hate for you to fall.”
“Me too!” says Alicia, already climbing back down. Dropping down to hang from the lowest branch, she releases her grip, and lands next to you, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh yes,” you assure her. “Thank you, again.”
The two of you continue to watch the river, and talk, until eventually you both decide it is time to go home. Walking to the nearest bus stop, you do not have to wait long before you are catching a bus that takes you the stop nearest to your aunt and uncle’s house. Once inside, you say hi to Trisha, then you go to your bedroom, and wile away the rest of your afternoon on your phone.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
You and Maisie set up a game of Risk in Maisie’s bedroom, and over the course of the next couple of hours, you fight a losing battle to amass enough armies to prevent Maisie from taking over the world. But once she has secured Asia, Europe, and Africa, and broken into your stronghold in the Americas, you know you are doomed. Eventually, the last of your armies is swept from the board. “Well done,” you congratulate her ruefully.
She chuckles. “Better luck next time,” she says. She picks up her phone. “I need to do a few things – see you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Maisie. “Can ... can I interest you in some Doctor Who?”
“Absolutely,” you say with a smile, knowing how much she loves the show.
It is pleasant to sit next to Maisie on her bed, watching Doctor Who on her little television ... but the highlight, for you, comes at the end of the second episode, when Maisie rocks forward on to her hands and knees and crawls to the end of her bed in order to grab her phone from her desk. Her panties have ridden up between her buttocks a little, giving you an even better look at her bottom.
She kneels up, and looks at her phone. “I need to do a few things,” she says. “See you at dinner?”
“Sure,” you say, and you get up and head to your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. You notice Maisie has finally put on a pair of shorts. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, looking a little disappointed.
You spend some time browsing the shelves, and find lots of interesting books. But you cannot afford to spend too much money until your inheritance comes through, so you merely make a note of titles to come back for later.
Once you have had enough of the bookshop, you say goodbye to Sonya, then head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
“I need help reaching a book again,” you tell her, pointing towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “Well you’ve been doing that for a while now, and I’m not seeing any signs of you entering the workforce. So I’m taking the matter into my own hands. I’ve arranged you to take a part-time temp position at my company, Struthers and Eichman, starting tomorrow.”
You stare at him. “Giving ... financial advice?”
Kenny snorts. “No,” he says. “You’ll just be doing clerical work. Data entry and so on.”
You have visions of yourself stuck behind a desk day after day, typing in numbers for hours on end. You glance at Trisha in dismay. She immediately comes to your rescue.
“Actually,” she says quickly, “I already offered Hugh a job – as my assistant.”
“What?” says Kenny, a little irritably. “Don’t be absurd. What do you need an assistant for? Can he sew?”
“No, but he’s been very helpful already,” says Trisha.
You stare at her, wondering if she is going to mention the back rubs. Then you have an idea. “Trisha’s website isn’t bringing in enough business,” you say. “It’s not very eye-catching, it’s hard to navigate, and it’s not appearing high on search engine lists. I took web design classes at school, and I believe I can build a much better site that pulls in a lot more business.”
“Hmm,” says Kenny. “That’s not a bad pitch, kid. Web design is certainly a handy skill to have. But I still want you to get some real-world work experience. Sitting around at home, playing around on the internet, is not what I had in mind. Still, if you can help Trisha’s business, that would be good...” He scratches his chin. “Tell you what: give the clerical job a go. Try it maybe a couple of days a week. The rest of the week, you can work on Trisha’s website. But I’ll want to see results! I don’t want you just playing on the internet. So, is that a fair compromise?”
“I ... I suppose so,” you reluctantly agree.
“Good!” says Kenny. “I hope you’ll come to the office today at least, so you can check it out. Your hours will be one through five. You can catch the bus, or Trisha can drop you off. Welcome to the workforce, Hugh!”
You nod in acknowledgement, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Kenny stares at you sternly. “Well that’s too bad! You can’t just lounge around the house all summer, feeling sorry for yourself! Get a job!”
“Kenny!” says Trisha anxiously. “Give him time, please?”
“He needs some discipline and structure in his life!” Kenny snaps. “He needs a job!”
“And he’ll get one,” says Trisha, “when he’s ready.”
“For Christ’s sake, Dad, let him settle in!” exclaims Alicia.
Kenny glares at them both. “Fine, but I only have so much patience. I hope I’ve made myself clear, Hugh?”
“Yes,” you reply in a rather quiet voice, and the meal continues in a rather awkward silence. Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television.
“More Walking Dead?” asks Maisie eagerly.
“Sure,” you reply, and Alicia nods in agreement.
“Fine with me,” says Kenny.
You sit down on the sofa between Maisie and Alicia, and watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
Maisie hits pause. “Sorry we didn’t wait for you,” she says, somewhat guiltily.
“Don’t worry about it,” says Angie, shaking her head. “Carry on.”
Maisie nods, and hits play again.
It is quite late in the evening by the time Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and go for a walk in the park nearby. Lying down on a mossy bank beneath the trees, you play games on your phone while a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above you.
By the middle of the afternoon, you are getting bored, and you call Trisha to come and pick you up. Ten minutes later, you are climbing into her minivan, whereupon she drives you back to the house. You spend the rest of the afternoon in your room.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “Have you thought any more about a summer job, Hugh?” he asks.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, you reply,
“Yes, definitely – but I’m still weighing my options.”
“Not really – I just don’t quite feel ready yet.”
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed into some of your new clothes. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for another back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“Okay,” says Angie. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position. You can use my baby oil again if you like.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office for a bit,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office for a bit,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” you say.
“Let’s go then,” says Trisha. “We don’t have much time to spare.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Good luck!” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it. “I’m sure it’ll be ... fine.”
“I’m sure it will,” you assure her. “Trisha, I know you’re concerned for me, and I love you for that ... and for so many other things ... but really, I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, I know you will,” says Trisha with a slightly sad smile. “It’s just that ... until now, you’ve had a lot of contact with me, and not much with Kenny. And I feel like we’ve been getting very ... close. I guess I’m just a little anxious at the thought of you becoming Kenny’s protégé ... or something. You’re such a wonderful sweet boy ... I’d hate for him to have too much influence on you...”
“Ah,” you say. “So that’s it. Well, you needn’t worry, Trisha – you’ll always be my favourite. I love you, really and truly. And I can’t see myself ever saying the same about Kenny. There’s no chance of me turning out like him. I feel like I’m your son, Trisha, way more than Kenny’s.” You sigh. “I didn’t want to come to the States – I really didn’t. I left all my friends, my school, and a lot of family behind. The culture I’d grown up with. I thought I would hate it here. But ... oh Trisha ... you made me feel like I had a family again. A mother. And sisters! I never had sisters before, but your beautiful daughters have all been so kind to me. But you, Trisha, are the main reason I’m happy now.”
“Oh Hugh!” says Trisha, with tears in her eyes. “I’m so happy you came into my life. Our lives. I love you so much!”
“May I...” you say hesitantly. “May I ... kiss you?”
Trisha looks a little startled. “On the cheek?”
“No – on the lips,” you reply. “I used to kiss my mum on the lips. No big deal if you’re not comfortable with it; I know it’s not something all families do...”
“No – it’s fine – it’s okay,” Trisha reassures you. “Yes, we can kiss on the lips if you like.”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “You’d better go, or you’ll be late,” she says. You notice she is blushing; she looks a little flustered.
“Yup,” you agree, and you chuckle. “Off I go to become a corporate drone.” Then you add, “I’m joking,” when you see her look of alarm.
“Bye – see you later!” she says.
You get out of the minivan, and walk to the entrance of the building. Struthers and Eichman shares the building with several other companies, but occupies the entire ground floor. You pass through a glass door, then walk up to the reception desk. The young blonde woman behind the counter is in her mid-twenties, and rather pretty; she is wearing a sheer white blouse with a visible pink bra beneath. You do your best to avoid looking at the bra, but it is not easy; she is rather buxom. Her chest, you judge, is larger than Alicia’s, but not as large as Angie’s or Trisha’s. Not that you are looking.
“Can I help you?” she asks politely.
You then spot a name plaque on her desk. “Um, hello ... Jenna,” you say. “I’m Mr Holder’s nephew, Hugh Jarrow. I’m supposed to...”
“Ah yes!” she says brightly. “Welcome to the company, Hugh! I love your accent! Please, follow me.” She gets up from her desk, and your eyes almost pop out of your head when you see how short her skirt is.
“Oh, sorry,” she says with a little apologetic laugh, grabbing the hem and tugging it down ... although it barely comes halfway down her thighs when she is done.
“No apology necessary!” you say. You follow her into a maze of walled cubicles, populated with men and women who all seem to be on the phone, talking into headsets with uniformly calm and reassuring voices.
Then you enter a section in which nobody is on the phone; instead their faces are glued to computer screens, and hands on mice glide and click, glide and click. Occasionally there is a burst of typing.
Jenna reaches a door, and knocks. You see Kenny’s name on the door plaque. “Come in!” his voice booms.
Jenna opens the door, and sticks her head in. “Kenny, your nephew’s here.”
“Ah, Hugh!” says Kenny in delight, getting to his feet. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be coming in today, but I’m very glad to see you here. That’ll be all, Jenna – run along now.” As Jenna trots away on her high heels, Kenny puts his hand on your shoulder. “Pretty sight, isn’t she?” he chuckles. “I like to have a little eye candy around the office. Now, let’s introduce you to your supervisor.” He leads you down a nearby aisle to a cubicle whose desk is set unusually high – more suitable for standing at rather than sitting at. But the occupant of the cubicle, a thirty-something woman in a knee-length skirt, jacket and blouse, is actually sitting on a chair that has been raised to a height that suits the elevated desk. Perhaps she alternates between sitting and standing, you think to yourself.
“Hey Brooke,” says Kenny.
Brooke swings her chair around. She is dark-haired, slim, and quite attractive. She smiles – though not very warmly. “Hey,” she says. “This must be Hugh.”
“Hi,” you say.
“Yup,” says Kenny. “Just show him the ropes and get him started. I’ll leave him in your capable hands.” He walks off back to his office.
“Okay!” says Brooke. “Come here then, Hugh, and I’ll show you the two systems you’ll be using.” She turns her chair back to her desk, and you walk over to stand by her right shoulder. Glancing down to your left, you smile as you realise you can see down inside her top. She is wearing a white bra – a C-cup, you estimate – and it is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
Despite this distraction, you manage to concentrate on the training enough to get the gist of what she is telling you. It seems there is more to this company than you would have imagined; it tracks vast amounts of stock market information, exchange rates, industry activity, insurance, federal and state regulations, and a dizzying quantity of different types of investment. Your job, apparently, will be to navigate around various websites, acquiring the latest stock performance data in international markets, and input them into an enormous Access database. It seems easy enough; the links are provided in an online procedure manual.
“Ready to give it a go yourself?” asks Brooke.
“Sure,” you say.
“Good, then let’s get you to your desk.” Brooke swings her chair around, and slides off it. Only when she is standing next to you do you realise how short she is: barely five feet. She makes you feel tall for once, which is nice.
She leads you out of her cube, down the aisle, and then stops by an empty cube. “This is yours,” she says. “Your login and password are on that post-it, but you’ll need to change your password after you log in for the first time.”
You nod. “Okay.” You walk over to your desk and sit down in the chair; unlike Brooke’s, your chair and desk are set at a normal height.
Brooke watches you sign in, and then pull up the programs you need, and she grunts in satisfaction as you pull up the online manual and the first of many websites you will be visiting. “Good,” she says. “Just work your way through the list, and come and let me know if you have any questions.”
“Thanks,” you say. “I will.”
She leaves, and you get to work. But you have only just started, when a face appears over the wall of your cube. You look up in surprise. It is a woman, perhaps in her late twenties, with shoulder-length tawny brown hair and pink-rimmed glasses. “Just wanted to say hi,” she whispers. “I’m Noelle, your next-cube neighbour.”
“Hi Noelle!” you reply, smiling. “I’m Hugh – Kenny’s nephew.”
Her face falls. “Nice to meet you,” she says, and she disappears from view.
Weird, you think to yourself. You stand up, and walk to the wall of your cube. Leaning on it with your elbows, you smile down at Noelle, who is now sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a skirt, and quite a short one from the looks of it. On her top half is a cream-coloured blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, looking a little anxious, and clasps her hands in her lap. Her skirt is long enough (a little more than mid-thigh-length) that you doubt you would be able to see very far up it, but clearly she is not taking any chances. “Yes, Hugh?”
“Where can I get a drink around here?” you ask her.
“Oh!” she says. “Did Brooke not show you where the kitchen is?”
You shake your head. “Would you mind...? If you can spare a minute?”
“Of course!” she says, and she gets up from her chair. She is almost as buxom as Jenna on the front desk, but she has rather more padding elsewhere. You would not call her fat, exactly, but you doubt that she puts in much time at the gym. Nevertheless, she is rather cute.
She takes you to the kitchen and shows you how to use the coffee machine, which fortunately also dispenses hot water. There are tea bags, and little bags of sugar, and there are hundreds of little sealed containers of half-and-half in the fridge. Mugs are in a cupboard; cutlery is in a drawer. You thank Noelle, and make yourself a perfectly adequate mug of tea before heading back to your desk.
The next three hours pass slowly, but you get a lot of work done. Then, as people start to leave their cubes at five o’clock, you shut down your computer, and walk over to Kenny’s office ... only to find him gone already.
You call Trisha. When she answers, you say, “Hi Trisha. I assumed Kenny would be bringing me home at five, but he’s not here. Would you mind coming to pick me up?”
“I’m already here, in the parking lot,” says Trisha. “I should have mentioned that you won’t be able to rely on Kenny for rides; he doesn’t work consistent hours, and he comes and goes from that office as he pleases. It’s best if I just plan to pick you up each day.”
“Suits me!” you tell her. “I’ll be right there.”
You leave the building, and soon spot Trisha’s minivan. As you climb in, she smiles at you. “How was it?”
“Not bad,” you admit. “Not particularly exciting, but it wasn’t unpleasant work.”
“Well that’s something, at least,” says Trisha, chuckling. “Let’s get you home.”
She drives you back to the house, and you spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “How was your first day on the job, Hugh?” he asks.
“It was fine,” you reply. “I think I did pretty well.”
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
“Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a smile.
Sonya returns to the counter, and you check out the photo you took. Unfortunately it is rather dark and out of focus, but a blurry white patch near the top of the picture is almost certainly her panties. You smile to yourself, then you put your phone away.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I...
should probably see what this office job is like.”
would prefer to stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for another back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“Okay,” says Angie. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position. You can use my baby oil again if you like.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office for a bit,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office for a bit,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi again, Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say. “It’s nice to see you in a skirt!”
She blushes. “I know – my top half is still frumpy,” she says. “Baby steps though, right?”
“Fair enough,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “Sure, let me get my step stool,” she says.
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
take a photo up her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You pull out your phone, quickly pull up the camera app, and hold the phone under her skirt with the camera pointing upwards. You just have time to take a picture before she begins to descend.
Unfortunately, you have forgotten to make sure the flash is turned off, and Sonya gasps as she sees a flash of light escaping from around the hem of her skirt. “Hugh!” she exclaims, hurriedly descending to the floor and turning to face you with a shocked expression. “Did you just take a photo up my skirt?”
You are horrified at having been caught. “I’m so sorry!” you exclaim. “Please don’t call the police, Sonya! It was a stupid, stupid thing to do and I’m very, very sorry!”
Sonya glares at you. “But why did you do it?” she demands. “I thought we were ... friends, almost.”
“I know!” you say wretchedly. “I really like you, Sonya, and I hate to think of you hating me now. It was just a stupid, spur of the moment thing... I know you have a boyfriend and wouldn’t be interested in an immature teenager like me, but ... I don’t know what I was thinking! I just ... wanted to see...”
Sonya folds her arms. “You were curious?” she says, her anger dissipating somewhat. “Jeez, Hugh – have you never had a girlfriend?”
You shake your head. “No,” you say. “At least ... not like that. We never got beyond ... I mean, we were pretty young.”
Sonya sighs. “I don’t hate you, Hugh,” she says. “But you can’t just take photos up women’s skirts! I’m going to need to see you delete that photo.”
You nod, and pull up the photo on your phone, while holding it so that Sonya can see it. Then you gasp when you see it. “Oh – it turned out perfectly!” Sonya’s white panties with pink polka dots are almost in the centre of the screen, beautifully in focus, a narrow strip of cotton sandwiched between her pale thighs, which dominate both sides of the photo. “It’s a beautiful photo!”
“Oh but if you’re never going to speak to me again,” you protest, “if I’m never going to be able to see you again ... I’d really love to have this to remember you by. It’s like ... the sexiest photo I’ve ever taken!”
“Hugh!” says Sonya, looking flustered and exasperated. “It’s just a pair of panties! It could be anyone’s! Wouldn’t you rather have a photo of my face?”
“I’d love a photo of your face!” you tell her earnestly. “But I figure I’ve blown my chances of getting that...”
Sonya sighs. “Look, Hugh,” she says. “I don’t hate you and I’m not going to ban you from my store or anything. I like having you stop by! I just don’t like feeling taken advantage of.”
“I’m very sorry about that,” you say. “And I’m very happy to hear that you don’t want to ban me from here. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you ... at least, I didn’t think about it like that. I just really really wanted to see up your skirt, and I didn’t think you would just ... let me look. But please let me keep this photo ... it’s beautiful! I know that without your face in it, it might seem like just a pair of panties ... but it’s not. It’s special ... because those are YOUR panties ... and those are YOUR legs. And that’s what makes this photo so special to me.”
Sonya’s cheeks have turned quite pink. “You’re a naughty boy, Hugh,” she says, “but you’re also a nice boy, which is making this kinda difficult. If I let you keep the photo, how do I know you won’t put it on the internet?”
“I have no interest in sharing this photo with anyone,” you say. “But even if I did, like you said, to anyone else it would be just a pair of panties. Nobody would know they were yours.”
Sonya bites her lip. “I guess so,” she says. “Fine – you can keep the photo, if you like it so much. I don’t like feeling like I’m rewarding your naughtiness, though...”
“Thank you!” you say gratefully, impulsively giving her a hug. “I’ll treasure this photo forever!”
Sonya gasps, and gently pats your shoulder blades as you hold her close. “All right, naughty boy,” she says. “You’d better go, before I change my mind.”
“Okay!” you say, letting go of her. She is blushing, and you smile. “See you again soon, Sonya!”
“Bye Hugh,” she says.
You leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Don’t do that!” she exclaims.
“Sorry!” you apologise instantly. “I ... I don’t know what came over me.”
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter. You feel a little guilty, but also relieved; it does not seem like you are going to get into trouble for your impulsive grope.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and looking a little anxious. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Oh!” says Noelle, visibly relaxing, “I can certainly help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her and get back to work.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for another back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“Okay,” says Angie. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position. You can use my baby oil again if you like.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office for a bit,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office for a bit,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and looking a little anxious. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Oh!” says Noelle, visibly relaxing, “I can certainly help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her and get back to work.
The image of Noelle’s bare thighs, and her hands clasped in her lap, is at the forefront of your mind a few minutes later, as you head to the restroom ... and then a little while after that, as you head back from the kitchen with a mug of tea. You have noticed something ... and it is bothering you. You set your mug down on your desk, then you walk around to the entrance to Noelle’s cube.
“Noelle,” you say, “can I talk to you for a moment please?”
“Sure!” she says, turning around and once again clasping her hands in her lap. “Have a seat.” She gestures to the little armchair in the corner of her cube, opposite her workstation.
You sit down, and lean forward, so that you can speak to her in a low voice. “Noelle,” you say, “I’ve noticed something weird about this place. Well ... maybe it’s not weird – I’ve never worked in an office before. But ... is it normal for all of the women in an office to wear skirts? I haven’t seen a single pair of trousers on a woman here since I started.”
Noelle shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “I ... I’d rather not talk about that,” she says.
Your eyes widen. “So there IS something weird about this place! I knew it! What’s the deal, Noelle? Please?”
Noelle glances unhappily in the direction of Kenny’s office. “It’s not normal, no,” she says. “But I don’t feel comfortable talking about it with you.”
“Why, because Kenny’s my uncle?” you inquire. “Oh, trust me, Noelle, I won’t tell him anything you tell me. I’m no fan of Kenny’s. He pretty much forced me to come to work here. And I don’t like the way he treats people. At home I pretty much try to avoid him.”
Noelle looks at you in surprise. “You live with him?”
You nod. “Yeah,” you say. “I do like it there – my Aunt Trisha is wonderful, and so are her daughters – but Kenny ... he’s not so nice.”
“What about your parents?” asks Noelle curiously.
You sigh, and proceed to tell her the whole story. Noelle is horrified. “Oh my God!” she says. “I’m so sorry, Hugh – I had no idea!”
“Thank you,” you reply awkwardly. “It was a really rough time for a while. But Trisha, and my cousins, have been so loving and welcoming – I just love my new family.”
“Except for Kenny?”
“Right,” you agree. “I suppose I should be grateful to him for getting me this job – it’s turned out better than I was expecting – but still...”
“We all wear skirts because of him,” says Noelle.
“What?” you say, startled.
“You wanted to know about the skirts,” says Noelle. “Well, he’s the reason.”
You blink. “He ... makes you all wear skirts? Can he do that? Legally?”
“No,” says Noelle, “but he’s much too smart to come out and say anything explicitly. It’s much more subtle than that. More insidious.”
“How so?” you ask her, glad to see that she seems to be trusting you now.
“The women here have learned,” says Noelle, in a conspiratorially low voice, “that wearing pants has consequences. Not overt ones ... but it’s like, your job gets exponentially more difficult if you dare to come to work in pants. Suddenly your work is scrutinised more closely ... you get reprimands for your internet activity – even though absolutely everyone uses the internet for shopping and stuff! Your computer will crash mysteriously, or just start running more slowly ... you find yourself getting asked awkward questions in meetings. Never anything you could take to HR as proof – nobody says ‘Hey, wear a skirt or you’ll feel the consequences’ ... but we all know that wearing a skirt makes our lives so much easier. So we wear skirts. And most of us are pretty sure that shorter skirts bring more benefits than longer skirts. Brooke refuses to wear skirts shorter than knee-length, and she definitely has more computer problems than I do. That could be a coincidence, of course, but I don’t think it is.”
“Good grief!” you say, stunned at this revelation. “And nobody complains?”
“Of course we do!” says Noelle. “At least, we used to. It never did any good though – the evidence was too circumstantial. Kenny and his buddies are much too careful. And they’re in league with HR – we get no help there.” She shrugs. “Honestly I’ve given up dwelling on it. I just wear my short skirts and do my job, knowing I’m unlikely to have computer problems, get blindsided in meetings, or get summoned to the boss’s office for discipline over some minor infraction.”
“But that’s terrible!” you say. “It’s like ... blackmail!”
She smiles. “I could always quit,” she says. “But the pay’s good and the work’s good. Of course, it’s easier for some than for others. Jenna on reception would wear miniskirts anyway, I’m sure ... and she has the figure for it. Whereas I...”
“What about you?” you ask, puzzled. “You look awesome!”
Noelle smiles. “Why thank you kind sir,” she says. “I feel like my legs are a little fat for miniskirts, though.”
“Bollocks,” you reply bluntly. “Your legs are beautiful. They have a lovely shape to them ... as far as I’ve been able to tell anyway. I think you absolutely rock the skirts you wear. You look smashing!”
Noelle stares at you, as if not quite sure what to make of this enthusiastic praise. “Smashing, huh?” she says. “Wow – that’s quite a compliment! Thank you, Hugh – you’re very kind.”
“Not really!” you say cheerfully. “Kind would be telling you you look nice when I actually don’t think you do. All I’m being is brutally honest.”
Noelle grins. “In that case, thank you for your brutal honesty,” she says. “I wish my boyfriend could find such nice things to say about me.”
“Your boyfriend doesn’t say nice things about you?” you ask, your brow furrowing. “Weird. He’s your boyfriend! He should be the one saying the best things about you, shouldn’t he?”
“Well, yes!” says Noelle, nodding in agreement. “He really should!”
“I suppose I should get back to work,” you say. “But thank you for taking the time to chat with me, Noelle.”
“You’re welcome!” she says with a smile. “You’re very pleasant company, Hugh. Thank you for helping me to feel better about showing off my legs; it’s nice to know they have a fan!”
You grin. “They really do,” you tell her. “See you later, Noelle.” Getting to your feet, you return to your cube.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed. It is not long before you fall fast asleep.
A couple of hours later, however, you are in the throes of a nightmare. You smell fire ... you see the flames ... the burning house ... hear screaming inside...
You wake up with a cry of panic ... only to find yourself safely in bed. You groan in relief. But then the door opens. “Hugh?” says a whispered voice, as a dark shape enters the room. “It’s Trisha. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you say, though your distress is evident in the pitch of your voice. “I just ... I had a bad dream. It was about the fire...”
“Oh, you poor thing!” says Trisha, coming to sit down on the edge of your bed. “Would you like me to climb in with you and give you a cuddle? Or would that be too weird?”
“No – I’d like that,” you whisper.
Trisha climbs under the covers as you shift yourself over to make room. Then she reaches out, puts one arm over you, and pulls you into a warm cuddle. But you are too miserable to get aroused by it, even though you can tell her legs are bare. Instead, you bury your head in her shoulder, and begin to sob. “I’m so sorry, Mum!” you wail. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there! I should have been there! I should have saved them!”
“Hush, hush,” whispers Trisha, rocking you gently. “It wasn’t your fault, and you couldn’t have done anything. There were no smoke alarms. You’d have just died too.”
You continue to let out copious tears of grief, and Trisha continues to hold you, until you fall asleep again.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you almost bump into Trisha. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you softly and opening her arms for a hug. You readily allow her to pull your head into her bountiful cleavage. You find your lips pressing against the bare skin of her right breast, and you silently pucker your lips in a subtle kiss.
She lets you go. “I left after you fell asleep,” she says. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” you reply. “Thank you so much for climbing in with me; it was very kind of you. But do you think ... could you maybe ... not tell the others?” You blush awkwardly; you are feeling rather embarrassed about last night’s emotional collapse.
She smiles. “Of course,” she says. “Your secret is safe with me. But Hugh ... if ever you have another bad dream at night ... or if you’re just feeling overwhelmed with sadness ... don’t hesitate to come to my room and wake me up. I’ll be more than happy to come back to your room and cuddle you until you fall asleep again.”
“Thank you, Trisha,” you say gratefully. “That’s awfully sweet of you!”
“All part of the service,” says Trisha, smiling. “Now, would you like some pancakes?”
“I’d love some!” you reply, and you follow her into the kitchen. As Trisha gets to work, you sit down at the table and wait.
When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
“Okay,” says Trisha.
Kenny downs his coffee, then he leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. “Thank you for coming. I’m so ready for another back rub!” She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“Okay,” says Angie. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position. You can use my baby oil again if you like.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie chuckles. “If this feeling would last all day, I’d have no hesitation in cancelling my surgery. Already I’m on the fence, I must admit...”
“Well,” you say, “I’m pretty sure a proper full-body massage would be enough to tip the balance. You see, everything’s connected. Your lower back muscles extend into your bottom, and your bottom muscles into your legs, while your shoulder muscles extend into your arms, and so on. If I only do your back, I’m leaving a lot of areas untouched that could impact how your back feels over the course of the day. Now I’m no expert, but it seems to me that the benefits of a full-body massage are bound to last longer than those of a simple back rub.”
“Hmm!” says Angie thoughtfully. “You’d be willing to do that for me?”
“Of course!” you say ... a little too eagerly.
Angie chuckles. “Don’t get too excited there, Hugh. If I let you massage my butt, you’d better keep it super-professional.”
“I will,” you promise.
“I don’t think there’s time in the mornings, though,” she says. “Everyone’s getting up, we like to have breakfast together ... it’d be weird if you and I were holed up in here for half an hour while everyone else was having breakfast. Someone would be bound to come and check on us. Tell you what – why don’t you come to my room tonight? Do you think if you gave me a late-night full-body massage, it would see me through the whole of the next day? It’s not like I’d be straining my back much during the night, after all.”
“I’d say it’s worth a try,” you say, your loins stirring at the thought. “Of course, I can still give you a back rub in the morning if you like, as a top-up sort of thing.”
Angie chuckles. “Don’t forget you also have Alicia to take care of,” she says. “But if you wanted to, I certainly wouldn’t say no.”
You grin. “I’ll bear that in mind.”
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, to see that she has climbed back into bed. She is topless and lying on her front, with her bedspread pulled up to cover her legs and panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips, and tug the bedspread down until you can just see the top of her panties. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
You finish the massage, and climb off the bed. “There,” you say. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you go and change into an outfit more suitable for running: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers.
You follow Maisie out of the house, and down the sidewalk to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“Try to keep up!” she says.
“I’ll do my best,” you promise.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You do your best to keep up with her, but the girl is fast! Despite your best efforts, you find yourself lagging behind ... and thanks to your recent breakfast, you are getting a stitch in your side. You grit your teeth and attempt to run through the discomfort, but Maisie is still getting farther and farther ahead. About to lose sight of her among the trees, you decide to...
slow to a more manageable pace.
maintain your current pace for as long as possible.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Slowing down a bit, you manage to maintain your new pace throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, forty-five minutes later, Maisie is waiting for you. “You made it!” she says, looking amused. She does not even seem to be out of breath.
“I did indeed!” you gasp, panting heavily.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Through sheer determination, you manage to largely maintain your pace for another mile or so, and even get a second wind, though it does not last long. By the time you get back to the starting point, forty minutes or so later, you are absolutely spent. “Well done!” says Maisie, looking impressed. “You’ve improved a lot since our first run together.”
“Thanks!” you gasp, panting heavily with your hands on your knees.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Brutal!” you groan.
“Awww,” says Trisha with a chuckle. “Well, good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. “Want to play a video game with me?”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Thank you for coming; I wasn’t sure if you were going to, tonight.”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Okay,” you say, “I’m ready when you are.”
Biting her lip, Angie nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“I did promise you a full-body massage!” you tell her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Um, I think maybe you’d better stop there, Hugh...”
“I’m almost done,” you assure her. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She squeals, and reaches back with her own hands, but you persist with the kneading. “Angie,” you say, “this is a necessary and important part of the full-body treatment. Your bottom contains the musculature that connects your lower back to your legs. If we skip this, we compromise the value of the rest of the massage.”
Angie drops her hands. “All right,” she says grudgingly. “I guess I did know that. Just don’t go digging ... in between ... you know what I mean?”
“I won’t do any more than is necessary,” you assure her. “I’m not trying to take advantage, I promise.”
“Okay,” says Angie. But as you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Actually that might be better,” you remark. “Your panties are a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I think you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then walk with Maisie to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
“All right then!” says Maisie. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on a running app on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You keep up with her for a while, but eventually Maisie starts getting farther and farther ahead. You adopt a more measured pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says.
“Thanks,” you pant.
She chuckles. “Come on then, let’s get back home.”
You return to the house, where you find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Yes thanks,” says Maisie.
“Intense!” you say.
Trisha laughs. “Good job, both of you,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of flower-patterned panties. “Feel better?” she asks you with a slight smirk.
“Um ... yes ... thank you!” you reply, smiling happily at the sight of her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
When Maisie switches her television on, however, she says, “Ooh!” By chance, her cable box is set to a channel that is showing a women’s cross-country race. “It’s the Gatorade Half-Marathon,” she says. “I’d forgotten it was today. Do you mind if we watch this for a bit?”
You stare at the screen. “Watch a bunch of women running for thirteen miles,” you say, “in skimpy outfits? Absolutely!”
Maisie laughs. “Maybe I should get an outfit like that,” she teasers you. “You might be more motivated to keep up!”
You grin. “I might indeed. Jeez, some of those running shorts ... well, they’re not even shorts! More like ... running panties!”
Maisie giggles. “Yeah, they make my shorts look pretty big,” she says. Then she looks at you, biting her lip a little. “Would you ... like to see me wearing something like that for running?”
“Gosh yes!” you say. “With your lovely bottom ... wow! I’d probably burst a lung trying to keep up with you!”
Maisie laughs. “Well that would be bad,” she says.
“Worth it, though!” you tell her, and then you laugh too.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Thank you for coming; I wasn’t sure if you were going to, tonight.”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Okay,” you say, “I’m ready when you are.”
Biting her lip, Angie nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her, blushing. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she kisses your cheek.
“Good morning Maisie,” you say. “Gosh, you have a lovely body...”
“Thank you,” says Maisie, disengaging from the hug. She smiles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Right – I’ll let you get back to your stretching,” you say.
You back out of her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
“Don’t forget to bring your swim shorts and a towel, and a change of clothes for afterwards,” she adds helpfully.
“Okay,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on some workout clothes: a lightweight t-shirt, a pair of knee-length shorts, ankle socks, and sneakers. Then you put a change of clothing into a plastic bag, along with your new swimming trunks and goggles, and a towel.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the southern end of town, where the sports centre is located. Alicia is dressed in her own workout clothes: a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers (without socks).
Once you reach the large modern facility, Alicia checks you in as her guest, and then you head to the main workout area. Here there are lots of exercise machines, as well as weights, pull-up bars, and other pieces of exercise equipment. “Take your pick!” says Alicia.
You are feeling a strange desire to impress her. Looking around, you decide to show off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then walk with Maisie to the start of the trail. “Ready?” she asks you.
“Yup,” you reply.
Maisie looks around furtively, then, after taking a deep breath, she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her running shorts, and tugs them down her legs.
“What are you doing?” you gasp, staring in awe at her flower-patterned panties as she steps out of her shorts.
She grins sheepishly. “You said you wanted to see me run in something skimpier,” she says. “Should ... should I put my shorts back on?”
“No!” you say quickly. “But ... God, Maisie ... this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen! Are you seriously going to do your whole run like that?”
She nods, and drapes her shorts over the fence. “I’ll put them back on when I finish.”
“Wow, Maisie!” you exclaim. “I ... I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such a treat...”
Maisie shrugs. “I’m doing it for you because I know you’ll enjoy it ... and ... and because I like you.” Then, impulsively, she leans forward and kisses you on the cheek.
With gratitude and affection welling up inside you, you reach up, take her face in both hands, and plant a kiss on her lips.
Maisie takes a step backward, looking shocked. Her cheeks are bright red.
“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologise. “I know you’re like my sister, but it’s really not as weird as you might think. I used to kiss my mum on the lips – it’s kind of a European thing – and if I’d had any sisters in England, I’m sure I’d have kissed them on the lips too. You know, for goodbyes and goodnights and so on. I sometimes kiss Trisha – I mean your mum – on the lips, as well. She was a bit taken aback at first, but now she’s cool with it. Anyway, I should have asked first – I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t weird you out too much.”
“No – it’s okay,” says Maisie, still blushing. “It just took me by surprise, that’s all. I ... I think it sounds like a nice tradition.” She fidgets with the waistband of her panties with the fingers of her right hand. “Maybe ... maybe you could come and give me a goodnight kiss sometime ... if you want. I think I’d like that.”
“Sure!” you reply. “Least I can do when you’re being so generous with showing me your panties. And ... I’d like it too.”
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
Grabbing her shorts from the fence and pocketing them, you set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you, looking anxious. “Not bad!” she says. “But Hugh ... my shorts are gone!”
You produce them from your pocket. “I was worried someone might come by and take them,” you pant. “But here you go.” You hand her the shorts.
“Oh whew!” says Maisie, looking relieved. “I was afraid I’d have to walk home in my panties!”
You grin. “Now that I’d love to see!” you say. “It’s not far, after all ... and anyone seeing you from a distance might just think those are running panties – like marathon runners wear.”
Maisie shivers. Then she hands her shorts back to you. “I’ll do it,” she says.
Your eyes widen. “Really?”
She nods. “Quickly, before I change my mind. I’ll just have to slip past Mom when we get home.”
“Awesome!” you say.
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels way harder than the first time, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. Then you try a third time ... but your muscles fail you, and you do not even manage to get the top of your head up to the level of the bar. Your arms straighten, and then you drop down to the floor.
Alicia giggles. “Maybe you should try lifting something that weighs less than your body,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a modest-sized set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Thank you for coming; I wasn’t sure if you were going to, tonight.”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Okay,” you say, “I’m ready when you are.”
Biting her lip, Angie nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her, blushing. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you here to give me another oil massage?” she asks with a grin.
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you do not want to ruin a good thing. So you content yourself with merely appreciating her bottom visually, while continuing to massage her back.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you attempt to impress Alicia by showing off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels a little harder than the first, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. You muscle your way up a third time, then, finding you still have some strength left, you go for a fourth. You manage it, but now you are really feeling the burn. You attempt a fifth pull-up, but cannot quite get your chin up to the bar. Your arms straighten, and you drop down to the floor.
Alicia claps. “Much better!” she says. “You’ve come a long way.”
“It helps that I’ve lost some weight, thanks to running with Maisie,” you tell her. “I don’t have quite as much to lift now.”
Alicia nods. “I can see you’re in better shape now,” she says. “It looks like Maisie and I have had quite a positive impact on you!”
“You have,” you agree. “And I’m very grateful for that. I wish I could return the favour, but I’m not sure you could get any fitter than you are!”
Alicia grins. “Oh, I could certainly get fitter,” she says. “But there are other ways to have a positive impact, Hugh. Look at what you’ve done for Angie!”
You chuckle. “Well it’s no great hardship to give her a massage,” you say, “but I’m glad she enjoys them.”
“She more than enjoys them!” says Alicia, sounding a little envious. “She raves about them! You know she’s cancelled her breast reduction surgery, right?”
“No!” you reply in surprise. “She really did that?”
“Yup!” says Alicia. “She told me that after you gave her a full-body massage, she had zero back pain the whole of the next day. Zero! Do you have any idea what that’s like for her?”
“I imagine it’s a relief,” you say.
“Very much so!” says Alicia. She smirks. “She says you even massaged her butt.”
“Well, it’s not called a full-body massage for nothing,” you say with a chuckle.
Alicia pouts slightly. “So, when am I going to get mine?” she inquires.
“You want a full-body massage?” you ask her. “Sure! There’s not really enough time in the mornings, though – would you like me to come to your room tonight?”
“Yes please!” says Alicia. Then she looks troubled. “Although ... I don’t want to deprive Angie of her massages...”
“She’ll be fine if I alternate,” you say. “And if she isn’t, she can let me know and I’ll just have to fit you both into my busy schedule.”
Alicia laughs. “All right then,” she says. “It’s a deal. Now, let’s get back to the workout.”
“Okay,” you agree.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia says, “So, how are you enjoying your new job at Kenny’s office?”
You shrug. “It’s okay,” you reply. “The work’s easy enough, and I suppose it’s nice that I’m earning money. I do miss our afternoon walks though.”
Alicia chuckles. “You mean you miss looking up my skirt as I climb that tree.”
“That’s part of it, obviously,” you concede. “But I also just miss the walking and talking and sitting with you. You’re very pleasant company, Alicia.”
“Good answer,” says Alicia, smiling. “Take a look under the table.”
“Huh?” you say, confused. You glance down at your feet.
“Get your head all the way under the table, silly!” says Alicia, in amused exasperation.
Still confused, you bend your torso down to the seat, and look across at Alicia’s knees beneath the table. To your surprise and delight, she pulls her knees apart and hikes up her skirt, giving you a beautiful look at her pink panties, snugly encasing her pussy. “Wow!” You exclaim in an awed whisper.
She closes her knees. “All right, up you get,” she says. “Show’s over.”
You sit up straight, smiling with crimson cheeks. “Thank you Alicia!” you say excitedly.
She laughs. “I’m not sure why that excites you so much,” she says, grinning. “You can see my panties and a whole lot of my bare skin any time you come to my room in the morning. I’m not exactly shy, as you’ve probably noticed.”
“It’s different,” you say. “I mean, yes, you’re fiendishly gorgeous and sexy all laid out on your bed in just your panties ... and I could look at you all day like that ... but there’s just something almost ... magical ... about looking up your skirt and seeing your panties. Especially in a public place. It just feels more ... naughty, I suppose.”
Alicia nods. “I think I get it,” she says. “It seems you and I have a nicely symbiotic relationship, Hugh. You like peeking at my panties, and I like flashing them at you.”
“Lucky us!” you say, a little surprised by her candour but determined not to get flustered.
“That doesn’t mean we’re girlfriend and boyfriend or anything,” continues Alicia, her expression suddenly serious. “I think we both understand that that would be a big mistake.”
You are not at all sure that you understand this. “Um ... it would?”
“Yes!” says Alicia firmly. “Hugh, what do you think would happen if we started properly ... you know ... dating?”
“Um,” you say, turning even redder, “I imagine there would be ... kissing ... of some sort?”
Alicia giggles. “Yes, but after that ... Mom and Kenny find out, Mom’s distraught, Kenny’s furious ... you get kicked out of the house and sent back to England ... you get the picture?”
The picture appals you. “Trisha ... I mean your mum ... mom ... wouldn’t let that happen, surely?”
Alicia shrugs. “She’d fight for you, I’m sure,” she says. “But Kenny would put his foot down. It would get real ugly. At the very least, he’d make damn sure you didn’t get any alone time with me. Or with Maisie, or Angie.”
“Shit!” you say, horrified at this prospect ... and even more horrified at the thought of being sent away altogether. “I suppose Angie was right after all – I really need to find myself a girlfriend outside our household.”
“Yes, you really do,” says Alicia. Then she grins. “But until you get one, I reserve the right to tease you with little flashes of my panties. As long as you understand the score.”
“I understand,” you say with a heavy sigh. “I can’t say I’m not disappointed ... but the panty peeks will certainly help take the edge off.”
Alicia chuckles. “Don’t take them for granted,” she says, “but I sure do enjoy seeing your eyes light up, the way they do whenever you see my panties.”
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I have some shopping I’d like to do.”
“Sure,” you say.
Then Alicia grins. “Any requests? I’m planning to shop for clothes.”
“Requests?” you inquire, unsure what she means.
“You know,” she says, a little impatiently. “Sexy underwear? Tiny little shorts like Maisie wears? Sheer tops?”
“Oh!” you say. “Wow. Gosh, Alicia, you’re being so generous! I ... I don’t know.”
“How about...” Alicia playfully hikes up her skirt a few inches. “A shorter skirt?”
“Oh my gosh!” you say, staring excitedly at her thighs, even more exposed than usual. “Yes please!”
Alicia laughs. “There’s the reaction I was after!” she says. “A microskirt it is, then. Maybe I’ll even get a few. God knows what Mom and Kenny will say, but I’ll give it a go.”
“Thank you!” you exclaim gratefully.
She laughs again. “See you later, Hugh. Come and give me a massage tonight. Seeing me in my new skirt can be your reward for that.”
“It’s a deal!” you say eagerly.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to a nearby eatery, Panera Bread. There you order a salad and a baguette, while Alicia orders some kind of flatbread sandwich.
As you eat, Alicia prattles unceasingly in her customary bubbly way, and you find yourself mostly just nodding and making nondescript noises of agreement.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Want to walk down to the river?” Alicia asks, grinning.
“I’d love to,” you reply, “but unfortunately I have to work.”
Alicia snaps her fingers. “Oh that’s right,” she says. “Well, are you okay taking the bus home on your own? I have friends I’d like to meet up with.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Thank you for coming; I wasn’t sure if you were going to, tonight.”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Okay,” you say, “I’m ready when you are.”
Biting her lip, Angie nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her, blushing. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “You didn’t come to my room last night,” she says reproachfully.
“Sorry,” you apologise. “There was ... something else I had to do.”
“It’s okay,” she says. “You can make it up to me with a nice oil massage now, right?”
“Sure!” you say, smiling. “Just take off your t-shirt and lie down, and I’ll get started.”
She giggles, and says, “Okay, but turn around – and no peeking!”
You obediently turn your back on her, and remain facing the door until she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back, and smile in delight to see Alicia lying stretched out on her bed on her front, naked but for a pair of pretty pink panties. “Wow!” you say, mesmerised at the sight.
“Never mind ogling me,” says Alicia, amused. “Get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her bottom. How you long to put your hands on those gorgeous panty-clad buttocks! But you resist the temptation; you might as well wait until you can give her a full-body massage.
“Mmmm, this is so amazing...” Alicia murmurs. “Your hands feel so smooth... Are you enjoying looking at my panties?”
“Yes I am,” you admit. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
Eventually Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front in her bed, with the covers pulled up as far as her hips. She is still wearing her bra, and the bottle of baby oil is sitting on her bedside table.
You pick up the bottle, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Without asking permission, you unclasp her bra, and pull both sides wide apart, exposing her whole back. She gasps a little, but does not object. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles either side of her backbone.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you say, thoughtfully,
“Would you like me to massage your arms as well?”
“You know, I could maybe give you a full-body massage sometime, if you like.”
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you attempt to impress Alicia by showing off your skills...
on a pull-up bar.
with a heavy-looking set of dumbbells.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
“Sure, why not?” says Trisha.
You take her left hand, and start by massaging her fingers. You move on to the palm of her hand, then up to her wrist, followed by the muscles of her forearm, then her biceps and triceps, and finishing off at her shoulder. “Mmmm,” says Trisha.
You repeat this procedure for her right arm, then you resume massaging her back. By the time you have reached her panties, she is practically moaning with pleasure. “My whole upper body is just glowing!” she tells you. “You have a gift, Hugh!”
“I’m very happy you enjoyed that!” you say. “Would you like me to do your legs next?”
“Tempting,” she says, “but it would involve exposing myself more than I’m comfortable with, in front of you. Perhaps we should just leave it there.”
“As you wish, Trisha,” you say, climbing off her.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “I’m sure you’d do an amazing job of that,” she says. “But I hope you can understand why it seems a little inappropriate to me.”
“Of course,” you reply. “It’s totally understandable. I’m not a blood relative, and I’m a teenaged boy, and you’re a beautiful woman. I totally get your discomfort with the idea.”
“Well ... yes,” says Trisha, sounding conflicted. “Thank you. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess; it feels amazing!”
You carry on massaging her, eliciting happy murmurs and soft moans, until you finally reach her panties. Then you climb off her, and off the bed. “All done,” you say.
She turns over and sits up, holding her bra against her chest. “Thank you again, Hugh,” she says with a warm smile. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate these massages.”
You give her a hug, wrapping your arms around her bare back. “It’s truly my pleasure, Trisha,” you tell her. “I love being able to make you feel good.”
She sighs happily. “All right, I’d better get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the pull-up bar. Jumping up, you grab it with both hands, with your palms towards you, and then you pull yourself up until your chin reaches the bar. Lowering yourself down, you wonder if Alicia is watching you.
Pulling yourself up for the second time feels a little harder than the first, but your chin clears the bar again, and you lower yourself down. You muscle your way up a third time, then, finding you still have some strength left, you go for a fourth. You manage it, but now you are really feeling the burn. You attempt a fifth pull-up, and just manage to get your chin up to the bar. Then your arms straighten, and you drop down to the floor.
Alicia claps. “Nice job!” she says.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As Alicia sits down on a rowing machine, you walk over to the dumbbells and pick them up. Alicia looks sceptical, but politely says nothing as you struggle to lift the one in your right hand up to your shoulder level. You manage it, but only just. Then you do the same with the one in your left hand.
A second rep proves too much for you, and you lower your slack arms to the floor, releasing the dumbbells. Then you look up sheepishly at Alicia, who giggles. “Maybe you should try something a little less challenging,” she suggests.
You chuckle ruefully. “I think you’re right,” you agree. You find a far smaller set of dumbbells, and spend some time lifting them, until your arms can take no more. Then, at Alicia’s suggestion, you spend a few minutes on a treadmill, to give your arms a break.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you are exhausted. Alicia grins at you. “Had enough?” she asks. “Want to go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” you say, panting.
The two of you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and a short skirt that comes down to mid-thigh. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Thank you for coming; I wasn’t sure if you were going to, tonight.”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Okay,” you say, “I’m ready when you are.”
Biting her lip, Angie nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her, blushing. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “You came!” she says happily.
“Are you ready for the best massage you’ve ever had?” you ask her, grinning.
“I am!” she says. “But first, let me show you one of my new skirts.”
“Ooh! Yes please!” you say.
She gets up from her bed, unzips her skirt, and takes it off. You sigh with pleasure at the sight of her pale pink panties. But the sight is short-lived, as she retrieves another skirt from a drawer, steps into it, and pulls it up. As she fastens it, your eyes widen. “Holy shit!” you say excitedly.
The skirt is made of denim, and super-short. “You like?” asks Alicia innocently.
“Extremely much!” you manage, your eyes riveted to her hemline. “Could you please ... turn around?”
She does so, and you stare hungrily at her barely-covered bottom. “My butt isn’t showing, is it?” she inquires.
“No,” you report, with only a tinge or regret.
She bends over, putting her hands on her knees, and looks back at you. “How about now?”
Your cock feels like it is about to explode out of your underwear. “Oh my God!” you exclaim, as the skirt’s hem rises up to expose part of her bottom and panties. “That’s ... amazingly sexy!”
She giggles. “Yeah, I can tell you like it,” she says, looking at your boxer shorts. “That’s quite the package you’ve got there, mister!”
You blush. “Alicia,” you say, “I ... I really want to immortalise this moment. Would you mind terribly if I go and fetch my phone?”
Alicia straightens up, looking dubious. “What would you do with the photo?”
“Just look at it!” you assure her. “I swear I would never put it online, or show it to anyone else. It would be just for me.”
She nods. “I believe you,” she says. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. Sure, go and get your phone.”
You hurry – stealthily – back to your room, and retrieve your phone from beside your bed. Then you return to Alicia’s room. “Okay!” you say. “Would you mind ... doing that pose again?”
“This one?” Alicia asks with a smile.
“Oh God!” you mutter, hurriedly taking a rather out-of-focus photo. You force yourself to calm down, and keep your hands steady. The second photo is perfect. “Beautiful!” you sigh. “Can I ... can I get one of you sitting down?”
“Sure,” says Alicia, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Even with her knees together, you can still see her panties as a little pink triangle.
“Wonderful!” you exclaim. “God, you have the most incredible smile, Alicia.”
She laughs. “Thank you,” she says. “But I’m getting pretty antsy for my massage.”
“Right!” you say. “Right. Of course. I’ll ... I’ll turn around then.”
“Thank you,” says Alicia.
You respectfully stare at the door, subtly rubbing your erection through your boxer shorts, until Alicia says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn around, and freeze in astonishment. Alicia is lying face down on her bed, and she is naked. Wonderfully, completely naked. “Whoa!” you gasp, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
Alicia giggles. “Well you’re going to be oiling up my butt aren’t you?” she says. “Doesn’t make sense to wear panties for that.”
“I quite agree,” you say. “But Angie doesn’t share that opinion.”
“Then let her sleep in oily panties,” says Alicia, shrugging her shoulders. “I prefer not to.” Then she rolls her eyes as you hold up your phone. “Jeez,” she says. “Fine. One photo. Then get on with the massage!”
“Thank you!” you say, and you take a photo, with as steady a hand as you can manage. Then you put down your phone, retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You begin to slowly caress and knead them together, a little nervously at first, then more confidently as Alicia makes no objection. As you make circular motions, your hand movements mirroring each other, you find yourself alternately pulling Alicia’s buttocks apart, then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
“Angie really lets you do this?” Alicia inquires.
“Yup,” you confirm. “She wears panties, but she doesn’t mind me sliding my hands inside them. She just tells me not to put my fingers ‘in between’, so to speak.”
“Understandable,” says Alicia. “But I’m surprised she lets you go this far, to be honest. She must really love the massages.”
“She does,” you admit. “And this part isn’t just a frivolous extra. The muscles I’m massaging right now connect to both your lower back and the backs of your thighs. Loosening them up is really good for Angie’s back.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is,” says Alicia. “I’m guessing it’s a lot of fun for you too, though.”
“It is,” you concede. “This is my favourite part of the massage.” You begin kneading her left buttock with both of your hands.
Alicia chuckles. “Yeah, no doubt.”
Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong. Thinking quickly, you say, “Of course, there’s a whole other half of you that I haven’t touched. There’s your pecs, abs, quadriceps ... all on the front of your body...”
“Ha!” says Alicia, amused. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say. “Do me a favour, though. I’ll turn around, and I promise I won’t peek ... but I’d really like you to get up and bend and stretch a bit, and just let me know how your body feels, post-massage.”
“Sure,” says Alicia. “I can do that. I already feel great though.”
You turn around, and wait. You hear the creak of Alicia’s bed as she gets up. Then she says, “Jeez, Hugh ... I do feel really good! My body feels ... I dunno ... really supple and almost ... revitalised ... you know? Like I could take on just about any physical challenge.”
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
Then you feel her warm body pressing against your back, and her arms encircling you. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That was an awesome massage ... which you can repeat as many nights as you want. Even the last part, which I’m not sure was entirely legit – you can think of that as your reward for making me feel so good.” Standing on tiptoe, she leans over your shoulder and kisses your cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
Without looking behind you, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.” Then she lets you go. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
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“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Angie and Trisha stare at Alicia’s skirt. “Honey, that skirt’s very short!” says Trisha disapprovingly.
“It is, isn’t it?” says Alicia, making no attempt to justify it.
“I think you look very nice,” you say.
“Thank you, Hugh!” says Alicia, pleased. Angie looks at you, then rolls her eyes.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha with a smile. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while ... until you hear a knock on your bedroom door.
“Hello?” you say.
“You’ve got mail,” says Trisha, entering the room. She hands you a large envelope. “Looks like it’s from your parents’ lawyers.”
“Oh!” you say. You open the envelope, and pull out a handful of documents. As you read the cover letter, your eyes widen. “It’s my inheritance!” you exclaim. “Holy ... eighty-three thousand pounds!” You hand her the letter excitedly.
“Wow!” says Trisha, skimming through it. “And that’s not all of it! You’ll have more coming when you turn eighteen, and even more when you turn twenty-one!”
“Gosh!” you say, stunned.
“They’ve wired it to your account over here,” says Trisha, reading on. “And this was ... a week ago!” She looks up from the letter. “You know how to check your balance on your phone, right?”
“Yes!” you say. “I have an app.” You pull it up on your phone, and take a look at your account balance. It shows $148,766. “Wow!” you exclaim, and you show Trisha your phone.
“That’s wonderful, Hugh!” says Trisha happily. “Don’t spend it all at once!”
“Oh, I won’t,” you assure her. “I definitely want to use it wisely.”
“Good for you,” she says, smiling. “Just ... maybe don’t tell Kenny just yet. He’ll push you into some investment or other, and I don’t want you to feel pressured. Take some time to think it over, and do some research of your own. I want you to be able to decide for yourself how to manage your money.”
“Thank you!” you say gratefully. “I will.” You has not even considered that Kenny might want to have a say in what you do with your inheritance money, but now it seems wise to keep this news quiet for the moment.
“All right,” says Trisha, “I’m going to get back to work.” She leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
For the next hour or so, you do some research on different kinds of financial institutions, savings accounts, and investments ... until you get very bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. Then she stretches, and winces. “Ugh, I think I may need another back rub,” she says. “Would you be willing...?”
“Of course!” you say happily. “Let’s go through to your bedroom.”
“Okay,” says Trisha. Then she hesitates. “Angie tells me I should ask you for a full-body massage. She says the results are even better than just getting a back rub ... and last longer.”
You nod. “Yup, she’s definitely been feeling the benefits; she’s even cancelled her surgery.”
Trisha nods. “I still can’t get over the feeling that it’s rather inappropriate for you to me touching me so ... intimately ... but...” She sighs. “I’d dearly love to put an end to my back pain, if that’s possible. And Angie tells me it is.”
“Yes, it’s pretty intimate,” you admit. “But Angie and Alicia seem to feel it’s a price worth paying.”
Trisha bites her lip. “But it must be ... arousing ... for you, surely? I mean, you’re only human...”
“Yes,” you admit. “I confess I do get aroused. But heck, Trisha, even the back rubs I give you arouse me. You’re a beautiful woman! Angie and Alicia are both beautiful, too. It’s an absolute pleasure for me to massage the three of you. But I’m not doing it for myself; I’m doing it because I love all of you and I’ve found a way in which I can really help you. And that brings me great joy – making you happy and healthy. If I can take away your pain ... that’s so much more rewarding for me than the temporary arousal I get from the process of massaging you.”
Trisha smiles. “You’re such a nice boy, Hugh ... and I’m certainly flattered that you think I’m beautiful, despite the age difference between us. And I guess it’s also flattering to hear that you get aroused when you massage my back ... though that’s also a little disturbing.” She sighs. “But it’s probably quite natural. And I guess I can’t begrudge you whatever enjoyment you obtain from providing such a valuable service to me and my daughters ... as long as you don’t get carried away and take advantage of the situation.” She grimaces. “Would I need to be ... naked?”
“It’s best,” you tell her firmly. “Or you’ll end up with your panties soaked with oil. Angie puts up with that, admittedly, but I’m sure she has to change them immediately afterward. Alicia prefers to be fully naked.”
Trisha smirks. “Yes, well, Alicia has very little shame. Tell me, though – what about Maisie? Have you massaged her?”
“Nope,” you reply. “She hasn’t asked for one. And I don’t think she needs it. She doesn’t have the same ... challenges ... as you and Angie and Alicia do.”
“Right,” says Trisha. “Lucky girl.”
“I don’t think you’re unlucky to have big breasts, Trisha,” you say earnestly. “I think you have a lovely figure. And I so badly want you to be able to enjoy it, without any back pain to make you resent the way you’re put together.”
Trisha smiles. “That would be nice,” she says. “All right – I guess you can give me the full-body massage. I want to feel as good as Angie does. And if you get aroused ... then I guess I shall just try not to think about that.”
“Okay!” you say happily.
Trisha stands up. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front on her bed, completely naked. Her bare bottom is, you cannot help noticing, rather bigger than Alicia’s, but it still looks shapely and gorgeous.
“Your body is beautiful, Trisha,” you say.
“Thank you,” she says. “But I’m feeling very exposed and embarrassed to be naked in front of you, so please could you just start the massage, before I freak out.”
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. By now, you guess, she is no longer focused on how naked she is.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage five pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, as you have already done with Alicia, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters. “This is so inappropriate...”
You take your hands off her bottom. “There!” you say. “All done. Try moving about a bit; see how your body feels.”
“Um ... can you turn around please?” asks Trisha.
“Of course,” you say, and you turn to face away from her.
You hear movement behind you, and the creak of the bed. “Oh my God,” gasps Trisha. “That’s amazing – I feel ... I feel like a new woman! Like ... I feel younger! You were right; Angie was right. Oh my God – thank you Hugh!”
“You’re welcome, Trisha,” you reply. “I’m so happy it made you feel good!”
“Ohh it did, it really did!” says Trisha fervently. “Hugh, you’re seriously a miracle-worker, and I’m so grateful... I just feel so ... so free!”
You are delighted by her reaction. “I’m so happy right now!” you say. “I wish I didn’t have to face away from you, Trisha. I really want to give you a big hug and a kiss.”
“Oh, you’ve certainly earned both!” says Trisha. “Um ... okay ... close your eyes, and turn around.”
You quickly comply. Then you feel Trisha’s warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them.
“Hugh,” says Trisha gently, pulling away from the kiss. “Haven’t you felt my butt enough...?”
“It’s a bonus massage,” you tell her, grinning. You open your eyes, and look up into Trisha’s. You see nothing but warmth and affection.
She chuckles. “Well I guess I can’t really complain about that,” she says. “All right, Hugh.” She kisses you again, and you continue to fondle and knead her buttocks while you kiss her firmly but tenderly. You would love to sneak your tongue between those luscious lips of hers, but you know she would be upset if you did.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... and I should probably mention that I have a nice new dress to show you...”
“Oh?” you say. “Well in that case I think I’ll stay here and work on your website!”
Continue.
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, as you have already done with Alicia, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters. “This is so inappropriate...”
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, massaging the outside, the back, and the inside of her thigh. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to...
“That’s far enough!” she gasps, as your right index finger gently brushes against her groin.
“Sorry,” you say, “I’m just trying to be thorough. Inevitably...”
“It’s okay,” she says quickly.
You go back and repeat the process for her right thigh. As you approach her pussy again, this time with your left hand, you are a little more careful to stop short of her crotch. Nevertheless, you are surprised at how high between her naked thighs your hand is tucked, with no objection from her.
“There!” you say, lifting your hands off her. “All done. Try moving about a bit; see how your body feels.”
“Um ... can you turn around please?” asks Trisha.
“Of course,” you say, and you turn to face away from her.
You hear movement behind you, and the creak of the bed. “Oh my God,” gasps Trisha. “That’s amazing – I feel ... I feel like a new woman! Like ... I feel younger! You were right; Angie was right. Oh my God – thank you Hugh!”
“You’re welcome, Trisha,” you reply. “I’m so happy it made you feel good!”
“Ohh it did, it really did!” says Trisha fervently. “Hugh, you’re seriously a miracle-worker, and I’m so grateful... I just feel so ... so free!”
You are delighted by her reaction. “I’m so happy right now!” you say. “I wish I didn’t have to face away from you, Trisha. I really want to give you a big hug and a kiss.”
“Oh, you’ve certainly earned both!” says Trisha. “Um ... okay ... close your eyes, and turn around.”
You quickly comply. Then you feel Trisha’s warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them.
“Hugh,” says Trisha gently, pulling away from the kiss. “Haven’t you felt my butt enough...?”
“It’s a bonus massage,” you tell her, grinning. You open your eyes, and look up into Trisha’s. You see nothing but warmth and affection.
She chuckles. “Well I guess I can’t really complain about that,” she says. “All right, Hugh.” She kisses you again, and you continue to fondle and knead her buttocks while you kiss her firmly but tenderly. You would love to sneak your tongue between those luscious lips of hers, but you know she would be upset if you did.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and high-cut white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... and I should probably mention that I have a nice new dress to show you...”
“Oh?” you say. “Well in that case I think I’ll stay here and work on your website!”
Continue.
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “Well don’t hesitate to come and see me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” you reply, and you head back to your desk.
The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Thank you for coming; I wasn’t sure if you were going to, tonight.”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Okay,” you say, “I’m ready when you are.”
Biting her lip, Angie nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her, blushing. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that the dress you mentioned?”
“Yup,” says Trisha, grinning.
“Will you model it for me?” you ask her.
Trisha nods. She hesitates, then says, “I guess you’ve already seen me in my undies, so...” Getting up, she takes off her dress, and you smile at her bra and panties. She blushes, and quickly puts on the dress she has been working on.
Your eyes widen. “Wow, I like it!”
She chuckles, a little pink in the cheeks. “It’s not much shorter than the ones I’ve been wearing lately,” she says, “but the neckline is lower, obviously...”
You nod. “It’s very sexy.” Then you have an idea. “Trisha, about your website ... it’s not very eye-catching. You do get a bunch of hits, because of your ads, and that’s great ... but most visitors don’t stick around. The photos you have of your dresses ... well, your mannequin, shall we say, lacks charisma...” You nod at the headless plastic mannequin standing in the corner of the room. “If I saw that dress on your mannequin ... well, I might be tempted to buy it, if I were in the market for one ... but seeing it on you ... wow! I immediately want to buy three of them, in different colours, and browse your catalogue to see what else you have! Your beautiful face and lovely body are assets you should be making use of.”
Trisha smiles uncomfortably. “My face is on the site,” she says lamely.
You raise an eyebrow. “As a thumbnail!” You shake your head. “Will you please let me take some photos of you in your creations, and put them on the site? I honestly think it would do wonders for your site traffic ... and for your sales!”
Trisha hesitates for a moment, then she sighs, and nods. “Actually I’ve considered it before,” she says. “But I’m horrible at taking selfies, and Kenny isn’t interested in helping me with my business. So yes, let’s give it a go. You can use Kenny’s camera – it’s a good one.”
“Okay!” you say.
Using Kenny’s camera, you take a few photos of Trisha in various poses, then you leave the room while she changes into a different dress. When she calls you back in, you take more photos ... and after a couple of hours, you have quite a large collection to work with.
“I’ll go and put some of these on the site,” you say excitedly. “Trisha, I’ve a feeling your business is about to turn around!”
She chuckles. “Let’s hope so!”
You return to the living room, where you download the photos to the laptop, and spend some time selecting the best ones and putting them on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Angie and Trisha stare at Alicia’s skirt. “Honey, that skirt’s very short!” says Trisha disapprovingly.
“It is, isn’t it?” says Alicia, making no attempt to justify it.
“I think you look very nice,” you say.
“Thank you, Hugh!” says Alicia, pleased. Angie looks at you, then rolls her eyes.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front on her bed, completely naked. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage five pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness...” Trisha mutters.
You take your hands off her bottom. “There!” you say. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to...
“Careful, Hugh!” she gasps, as your right index finger gently brushes against her groin.
“Sorry,” you say.
“It’s okay,” she replies.
You go back and repeat the process for her right thigh. As you approach her pussy again, this time with your left hand, you are a little more careful to stop short of her crotch. Nevertheless, you are surprised at how close to her pussy she has allowed your hand to get, with not a word of objection.
“There!” you say, lifting your hands off her. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome!” she says happily, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You feel a strong desire to pay her a compliment ... but you do not feel brave enough. “I hope you’re having a good day,” you say.
“Pretty good thanks,” she says. “How’s yours going?”
“So far so good!” you reply. “Um ... see you later then.”
“Okay Hugh,” she says with a smile.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, you encounter an unusual scenario, and decide to ask for advice from...
your supervisor.
your next-cube neighbour.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says.
You describe your issue to her, and she tells you how to handle it. “Thanks!” you say.
“How’s it going generally?” she asks.
“Very well, I think!” you tell her.
“Good,” she says. “I’m sure you’re getting bored with doing the same thing over and over again, though. Would you like to work on something a bit different today?”
“Sure!” you reply.
“I’ll send you a document,” she says. “I need you to print out two thousand copies, and laminate them all.”
“Two thousand!” you gasp.
Brooke chuckles. “Not all at once!” she says. “It’ll take a long time, so just do a few each afternoon. Let’s say, twenty or thirty. We only have one laminator, and it’s painfully slow, I’m afraid. Jenna on the front desk has custody of it; you’ll need to sign it out, and then return it to her at the end of the day.”
“Okay,” you say, nodding. You are secretly very happy to now have a good excuse for visiting Jenna.
“All right!” says Brooke. “Thanks Hugh – this will save me a lot of time and tedious effort.”
“You’re welcome,” you say. Leaving Brooke’s cube, you head straight for reception.
“Hi Jenna,” you say, smiling, as you approach her desk.
“Hi Hugh!” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“Brooke’s asked me to laminate some printouts,” you say. “Sounds like a big job; I’ll need the laminator every day for weeks.”
“Well I can’t give it to you for weeks at a time, unfortunately,” says Jenna. “You’ll have to sign it in and out each day.” She pushes herself back from her desk, and as her chair rolls backward on its castors, you eagerly watch the hem of her skirt and her bare thighs come into view. You come tantalisingly close to seeing her panties, but she gets to her feet too quickly. Pulling her skirt down, she blushes. “Sorry,” she says. “It tends to ride up a bit.”
“That’s okay!” you gasp. “You have lovely legs!”
The compliment just slipped out; alarmed, you slap your hand to your mouth, fearing she will report you for sexual harassment.
But to your relief, she just giggles. “Awww, thanks Hugh,” she says. “You’re cute.”
Then she does something that almost completely blows your mind. The laminator, you are about to discover, is in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet behind Jenna. Having moved her chair out of the way, Jenna pulls open the drawer, then she bends over, facing away from you, in order to retrieve the laminator. Your eyes widen in excitement as she bends further and further over, keeping her legs straight, the hem of her skirt climbing higher and higher up her thighs until you are sure her buttocks are about to peep into view.
They do not. But the crotch of her white panties does – just barely. You stare in delight ... but the glimpse is all too brief, and soon she is standing up straight, and turning towards you. She hands you the laminator, along with a piece of paper. “Sign and date this, please,” she says.
You do so, and hand the paper back to Jenna. “Um,” you say, “are there instructions for this...?”
She laughs. “It’s not rocket science,” she says. “But I’m happy to show you.”
She does so, and indeed, it seems easy enough. You return to your desk, and open the email Brooke has sent you. Printing out twenty copies of the attached document – it is a Savings Strategy checklist which the company hands out to potential clients – you spend the rest of the afternoon laminating them. Afterwards, you return the laminator to Jenna, and sign her form again.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need some advice,” you say, and you describe the scenario.
“Ah yes,” says Noelle, “I can help with that.” She tells you how to handle the situation, and you thank her.
Then you pluck up your courage, and say, “You look very nice today, Noelle.”
She beams. “Thank you, Hugh!” she says. “Want to come over for a little chat?”
“Sure!” you say. You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her, blushing. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Angie and Trisha stare at Alicia’s skirt. “Honey, that skirt’s very short!” says Trisha disapprovingly.
“It is, isn’t it?” says Alicia, making no attempt to justify it.
“I think you look very nice,” you say.
“Thank you, Hugh!” says Alicia, pleased. Angie looks at you, then rolls her eyes.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front on her bed, completely naked. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage five pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like checking out...
a bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness...” Trisha mutters.
You take your hands off her bottom. “There!” you say. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to...
“Careful, Hugh!” she gasps, as your right index finger gently brushes against her groin.
“Sorry,” you say.
“It’s okay,” she replies.
You go back and repeat the process for her right thigh. As you approach her pussy again, this time with your left hand, you are a little more careful to stop short of her crotch. Nevertheless, you are surprised at how close to her pussy she has allowed your hand to get, with not a word of objection.
“There!” you say, lifting your hands off her. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “It’s the naughty boy!” she says with a smirk. “Hi Hugh.” Today she is wearing a shapeless grey cardigan with a t-shirt beneath, and a knee-length pleated navy blue skirt.
“Hi Sonya,” you say. “How are you today?”
“Good,” she replies, nodding. “And you?”
“I’m very well, thank you,” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You reply, “Actually, yes please. I need help reaching a book again.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs prettily. “As long as you behave yourself!” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hands on her bottom.
behave like a perfect gentleman.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s skirt, and then slowly lift it up, until her panty-clad buttocks are just beginning to come into view.
Sonya squeals, and swipes her right arm down behind her bottom, jerking her skirt out of your hands and pushing it back into place. “Hugh!” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty!”
“Sorry,” you say, grinning.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thanks Sonya,” you say, and you thumb through the book while she returns to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your heart beating rapidly, you reach out and put your hands on Sonya’s bottom, grasping her buttocks through her skirt. She gasps, reaches down, and swats your hands away. “Stop that,” she scolds you. “Don’t be so naughty.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, trying to suppress a grin.
She descends the steps, back to the floor. “Here!” she says sternly, handing you the book.
“Thank you!” you reply with a sheepish smile. “I’m ... sorry. Your bottom just looked so ... nice...”
Sonya blushes, then she fixes you with another stern look, before returning to the counter.
Once you are done with your browsing, you say goodbye to Sonya, then you leave the shop, and wander around the mall for a while. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
A moment later, Sonya descends to the floor. “Here you go,” she says, handing you the book.
“Thank you,” you reply with a smile.
“You’re welcome,” she says. She seems unusually subdued.
“What’s wrong?” you ask her.
She shakes her head. “Nothing,” she says. “Just boyfriend troubles.”
“What’s he done this time?” you ask her.
She bites her lip. “Last night we’d planned to have dinner together,” she says. “I dressed up ... I even wore a short skirt, hoping he would like it. But when I got round to his house, his friends were all there. And then he said he was going out with them! I said what about our dinner together, and he just said there would be other dinners!”
“What a jerk!” you exclaim. “Jesus!”
“And then, right as he was heading out,” says Sonya sadly, “he told me I looked ridiculous.”
“What???” You are incensed. “God I hate that guy! What a horrible person! I bet you looked amazing! Fuck!” Then you impulsively pull Sonya into a hug. “You deserve so much better than him, Sonya.”
“Thank you for saying so,” she replies miserably. “But he’s who I’ve got.”
“I wish I could have seen you in that short skirt,” you say with a sigh. “If I’d been your boyfriend, I’d have told you you looked beautiful, and I’d have sent all my friends away, and I’d have taken you in my arms...”
“Ohh,” says Sonya, a little breathlessly. “Keep talking.”
Surprised, but gratified, you continue with your fantasy. “And I’d have kissed your neck...” You plant your lips on her neck, and kiss her once, twice, three times. “And I’d have put my hands on your bottom...” You grab her bottom through her skirt. “And I’d have fondled it lovingly...” You squeeze and caress her buttocks, delighted that she is not objecting. “And I’d have done this...” You gather up her skirt at the back, until her panties are uncovered, then you plant your hands directly on her panty-covered buttocks. “And I’d have kissed you again...” You pepper her neck with kisses, while sensuously kneading her bottom through her panties.
“Ohhh!” gasps Sonya.
Emboldened, you find the waistband of her panties with your fingertips, and then you slide your hands down inside, grasping her buttocks and eagerly massaging them, while you plant a trail of kisses up her neck and along her chin and cheek, towards her mouth.
She suddenly pulls away. “Okay that’s enough,” she says, her cheeks very pink. She tugs the back of her skirt down.
“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, feeling bad. “I went too far.”
“No!” she says earnestly. “You were wonderful, Hugh. You made me feel attractive, and wanted, and sexy. I need those things, and Carl doesn’t give them to me. Honestly, he deserves it if another man gropes my butt, and I enjoy it. I just ... I feel bad because I don’t want to lead you on. If you were a couple of years older...”
“It’s okay,” you assure her. “I’m not assuming you’re going to leave Carl for me. Obviously I’m attracted to you – I think you’re lovely, and sexy – but if all I get to do is kiss your neck and feel your bottom, well, I can live with that! Especially if it helps you feel like you’re getting some kind of revenge on Carl for mistreating you. I just wish you’d leave him – if not for me, then for someone else. But you deserve to be with someone who appreciates you as much as I do.”
Sonya sighs. “That would be nice,” she says. “But I keep hoping for better things from him. He does have his moments. But then ... something like last night happens, and I feel like a total loser.”
You have an idea. “Why don’t you close the shop for an hour?” you say. “Let me take you shopping. Trisha says that shopping always helps her feel better.”
Sonya smiles. “I’m sure it would help,” she says. “But I don’t have much of a budget.”
“I’ll pay,” you tell her firmly. “My inheritance just came through, and now I’m seriously loaded. Please – it would be my absolute pleasure to buy you something that’ll make you feel better.”
Sonya stares at you. “Hugh, I ... I couldn’t. It would be ... taking advantage.”
“Bollocks!” you say. “You’re my friend, Sonya, and friends can buy each other presents. Besides, if we’re talking about taking advantage ... who felt who’s arse just now?”
She giggles. “Well ... perhaps you could buy me something you’d like to see me wear in the store?”
“Ooh!” you say, your eyes lighting up. “I like that idea! Come on, Sonya – let’s shop!”
“Okay!” says Sonya. She closes up the bookshop, and you take her to Forever 21, a store that you know has the kinds of clothes an attractive young woman like Sonya should be wearing.
She looks anxious as you enter, however. “I don’t know, Hugh...”
“Trust me,” you tell her firmly. “You’ve got nothing to lose. I’m paying, and if you don’t like the clothes, don’t wear them. It’s as simple as that.”
She takes a deep breath. “Okay,” she says.
You pick out a sheer white blouse and a grey woven miniskirt with a herringbone pattern. “Try these on,” you tell her.
She stares at them for several seconds, but then she nods, and takes them to the changing room. When she emerges, looking very nervous, your jaw drops at how sexy she looks. Her dark blue bra is highly visible through the blouse, and the skirt exposes far more of her thighs than it covers. “You look ... amazing!” you say.
“I feel naked!” she says plaintively.
“Believe me, men your age will be falling over themselves to ask you out,” you tell her. “You look beautiful, sexy ... just sensational! But also still bookish. It’s a wonderful combination, Sonya. I almost want to cover you up again because I’m worried you’ll forget all about me, once you’re surrounded by hunky young men.”
She giggles. “You’re sweet. I don’t know if I would ever not feel naked like this, though.”
“Like anything else new, it’ll take some getting used to,” you say. “Try it ... please?”
Sonya bites her lip. “I do badly need to make a change,” she says. “A radical one. Maybe this is it. I don’t know. But ... I’ll give it a try.”
“Excellent!” you say happily. “But we can’t just get you one outfit; you need enough to get from one laundry day to the next. Tell you what: I’ll get you five skirts of this sort of length, and five sheer tops. Then you’ve got lots of potential combinations.”
“That’ll cost a lot!” says Sonya anxiously.
“It’ll be worth every penny,” you assure her. “Seriously, I got a lot of money from my inheritance; right now I can’t think of anything I’d rather spend some of it on.”
“That’s very generous of you!” says Sonya. “I ... I don’t know what to say. Except thank you.”
“No need to say anything at all,” you say cheerfully. “If you’re wearing an outfit like this the next time I come in your shop, that’ll be reward enough. And if you’re not ... well, that’ll be fine too. You’re under no obligation here, seriously.”
“Okay,” she says, nodding.
You manage to find four more miniskirts in different colours and styles, and four more sheer tops, in different colours but mostly the same style.
“Thanks again, Hugh,” says Sonya, holding her bag of new clothes. “I’d better get back to my store now.”
You nod. “And I should go and grab some lunch. See you again soon, Sonya!”
She gives you a hug, and then hurries away. You make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, a little sheepishly.
“Okay!” says Noelle. “I could use a little break. Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look very nice today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “My goodness!” she marvels. “I can’t feel any tightness anywhere! That was a wonderful massage, Hugh – I can’t thank you enough!”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover.
She steps up to you, puts one arm around you, and pulls you into a hug. Then she puts her other arm around you. “I guess you’ve earned this,” she says.
“Wow!” you gasp, feeling her bare breasts pressing against your chest through your t-shirt. You put your arms around her back, and hold her body tightly against yours.
“Ohhh-kay!” says Angie, pulling her hips away from yours, and hurriedly tucking one arm up to cover her breasts again. “I didn’t need to feel that.”
“Sorry,” you apologise, putting your hands over the bulge in your boxer shorts. “I only have so much self-control.”
“I guess it’s inevitable,” smirks Angie. “Just don’t think about me while you rub one out, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her, blushing. “Goodnight, Angie.”
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me a back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. “Turn around, and I’ll get in position.”
You turn around, and wait. After a few moments, Angie says, “Okay, I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and see that she is now lying on top of the bedspread, on her front, wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
“Want me to do your bottom as well?” you inquire. “It won’t take long, and it’ll help your back.”
Angie hesitates. “Go on then,” she says.
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks.
“Well you’re lucky it does me so much good,” says Angie. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you do this otherwise. Anyway, I think that’s probably enough.”
“Yup,” you concede. You withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie tucks one arm beneath her chest, then gets up into a sitting position, taking care to keep her arm across her breasts. She arches her back this way and that, as you stare excitedly at the areas of breast flesh that her arm is unable to fully cover. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Angie and Trisha stare at Alicia’s skirt. “Honey, that skirt’s very short!” says Trisha disapprovingly.
“It is, isn’t it?” says Alicia, making no attempt to justify it.
“I think you look very nice,” you say.
“Thank you, Hugh!” says Alicia, pleased. Angie looks at you, then rolls her eyes.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Looking good again today, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha with a smile.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a short skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front on her bed, completely naked. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little pang of disappointment, that she has put on a bra ... but on the bright side this gives her a bit of cleavage, despite her t-shirt’s relatively high neckline.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you...
surreptitiously take a photo of her.
try to get a better look down her top.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage five pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness...” Trisha mutters.
You take your hands off her bottom. “There!” you say. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to...
“Careful, Hugh!” she gasps, as your right index finger gently brushes against her groin.
“Sorry,” you say.
“It’s okay,” she replies.
You go back and repeat the process for her right thigh. As you approach her pussy again, this time with your left hand, you are a little more careful to stop short of her crotch. Nevertheless, you are surprised at how close to her pussy she has allowed your hand to get, with not a word of objection.
“There!” you say, lifting your hands off her. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull out your phone, and manage to get a good close-up photo of her cleavage. But then she looks up, and raises her eyebrow.
The way you are holding the phone is a dead giveaway; you cannot pretend you are not taking a photo. But she need not know you were zooming in on her chest. “Say cheese!” you instruct her.
She smiles, beautifully, and you zoom out and take a nice photo of her with the wetlands in the background. “Thank you!” you say. “Nice photo.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs might not be as slender as Maisie’s, nor as impressively toned as Alicia’s, but they are nonetheless lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You lean in closer, peering down Angie’s top, hoping to catch a glimpse of her bra ... but then she suddenly looks up.
“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I was just ... trying to peek down your top.”
She snorts, then looks at her phone. “We’d better get going,” she says. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. “Want to have lunch at the diner?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, which Angie insists on paying for, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says, smiling a little shyly. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse through which you can clearly see her bra, and a miniskirt that does not even reach mid-thigh.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! I’m so happy to see you in one of your new outfits!”
She blushes. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“Have you had much feedback?” you inquire.
“Well I’ve only worn these clothes in the store, so far,” she says. “I haven’t been brave enough to go elsewhere like this. But yes – a few men have eyed me up, and I’ve had some compliments.”
“Good!” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “You’re going to get me into trouble!”
But she does not sound annoyed. Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re a naughty boy.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, and tugs her skirt down. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?” She clamps her legs together, and reaches down to push your hand away.
“Sorry,” you say, not very sincerely, as she comes down the step ladder with your book.
“So you should be!” she says, turning towards you with a disapproving expression. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she gasps.
“Hugh!” she exclaims. “Did you just take another upskirt photo?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
“Just don’t let anyone else see it,” she says sternly, as she comes down the step ladder with your book. She turns to face you, and adds, “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Sure,” she says. She gets up from the bed, and takes off her dress, revealing her bra and panties. Then she puts on the dress she has been working on.
“Very nice!” you say. “Can I take some photos, for the website?”
“Sure,” she says. “Let me just pretty myself up.”
You fetch Kenny’s camera, and when Trisha is ready, you take some more photos of her, in various poses.
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I should go and put these on the site. See you later!”
You return to the living room, where you download the photos, and put the best ones on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, a little sheepishly.
“Okay!” says Noelle. “I could use a little break. Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look very nice today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.”
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then looks at you askance as she grabs the bottom of her t-shirt. “Turn around please,” she says.
You dutifully do so. A moment later, Angie says, “I’m ready.”
You turn back around, and smile to see Angie lying on her bed, now wearing only her panties. Her arms are by her sides; her face is turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom.
When you reach the waistband of her panties, however, you feel her back begin to stiffen up in anticipation. Walking your knees backwards, until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. “Uh, Hugh...?” she says.
“Just part of the massage,” you assure her, but you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Oh...” says Angie nervously, as your fingers slip beneath the seams of her panties. “Just make sure you behave yourself, Hugh...”
“I will,” you reply. You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties to knead her buttocks. She gasps, but does not try to stop you.
As you thoroughly caress and massage her buttocks, underneath the material of her panties, she mutters, “Jeez, I might as well be naked.”
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“The panties stay on,” says Angie firmly.
“All right,” you say, disappointed. A minute later, you withdraw your hands. “There!” you tell her. “That’s it.”
Angie turns over, holding her right arm across both of her breasts, and sits up. She then stands up, and twists and bends her body experimentally. “God, Hugh,” she says, in an awed tone, “it’s amazing how good you make me feel. I can’t thank you enough for these massages. You’ve literally saved my boobs. I’m so glad I can keep them, and not have back pain.”
“You’re welcome!” you say, happily eyeing the parts of her breasts that her arm is unable to cover. “May I ... see them?”
Angie chuckles. “What the heck,” she says. “I guess you’ve earned a little peek.” She lowers her arm.
Your eyes widen. “Oh my God!” you gasp, staring at the huge orbs of flesh projecting from her chest. They are not only very large, but very shapely, with modest-sized areolas and prominent nipples. “They’re even more beautiful than I imagined!”
She chuckles. “Thanks, Hugh,” she says. “I really mean it. Your massages have made such a difference in my life; I’m actually growing to love my breasts instead of resenting them. I was almost to the point of hating them. Well ... not really ... I was quite depressed at the thought of getting them cut ... but I would curse them on a daily basis for how they made my back hurt. But now ... I’m starting to feel rather proud of them.”
“You should!” you say, still staring at them.
“I wish I’d known earlier how effective a full-body massage can be!” says Angie.
You nod. “Well I’m glad I came along when I did,” you say. “Although ... you know ... technically what I’ve been giving you isn’t a full-body massage, since it only covers your back half. I’ve neglected a few muscles on your front – your pecs, abs, quadriceps, and so on. I ... I’d be more than happy to complete your massage, if you want...”
Angie smirks. “Well it’s not like you’ll be seeing anything new, I guess, since I’ve now shown you my boobs. Sure, why not? Finish me off, Hugh.” She lies back down on her bed, this time on her back. Her breasts settle, spreading sideways and flattening a little.
“Okay!” you say, trying not to show how delighted you are. As you climb on top of Angie, however, your erection betrays you.
“I’m glad this is making you happy,” says Angie, glancing at your boxer shorts. “Jeez, though, what have you got in there, Hugh, a cucumber?”
“Sorry,” you say, embarrassed. “I can’t help being aroused by this, but I won’t let it affect the massage.”
“It’s fine,” she says. “You’re going to make some girl very happy though.”
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, though you steer clear of her nipples. She does not seem to mind, however, so you get a little bolder, taking more and more of her breasts in your hands. “You know ... a breast massage has lots of benefits,” you tell her. This is no fib; you have spent some time researching massage therapy in the last few weeks. “It helps break up small irregularities, it tightens the connective tissue, making your breasts firmer ... and it stimulates blood flow, which improves circulation and makes them overall healthier.”
“Go on then,” says Angie, closing her eyes. “I kind of figured this was coming, and I’m inclined to be generous.”
Your erection could not be more rigid as it makes a prominent tent in your boxer shorts. Sliding your hands down over Angie’s nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You have never been so excited in your whole life.
But you do not want to overstay your welcome. After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly, which, you note, is not very well-toned; Angie is not as big of a fan of exercise as her sisters. But her skin is lovely and smooth and soft, and she sighs happily as you gently massage her.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem from just above her knees, upward toward her panties. “You have such beautiful legs,” you tell her.
She smiles. “Thank you,” she says, “but they’re my least favourite part of me. Too chunky.”
“Nonsense!” you tell her. “They’re gorgeous. It’s all about the shape ... and they’re so very beautifully shaped. The gentle curve of your outer thigh, the elegant tapering of your calf, the slender perfection of your ankle, the flawlessness of your skin... You look good in yoga pants, sure, but you look better in your waitress uniform. Your legs are stunning, Angie.”
“Damn, Hugh, you really know how to make a girl feel good about herself,” sighs Angie, as your hands reach her panties. “Better stop there, though, dude; I dread to think where you’d be going next.”
You climb off her. “I suppose this is goodnight, then. It’s been an absolute pleasure massaging you, Angie.”
“For me too, obviously,” says Angie, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “I swear, Hugh, you have the most amazing hands. Come on, give me a hug; I’ll even brave that boner of yours.” She stands up and steps towards you, her arms out, not even attempting to cover her breasts.
You hug her warmly, her breasts pressing up against your chest, your erection pressing against her pussy through your underwear and hers, your hands around her waist ... until you slide them down and into the back of her panties. She chuckles as you grasp her buttocks. “One last grope before bedtime, huh?” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise, grinning up at her face.
“Off to bed now,” she says gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight, Angie,” you reply, pulling your hands out of her panties.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” says Angie, sounding more amused than disapproving.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and – to your surprise – a light summery miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha, staring at her eldest daughter. “Special occasion? I haven’t seen you in that skirt since you were ... oh, thirteen?”
“No special occasion,” says Angie airily. “Are Alicia and Maisie the only ones who are allowed to show off their legs?”
“No, of course not!” says Trisha. “I think you look lovely.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. Then she stops and stares at Angie’s miniskirt. “Whoa! No yoga pants today, Angie?”
“Nope!” says Angie. “I know I don’t have your legs, Alicia, but I’ve decided to be proud of mine anyway.”
“Good for you!” says Alicia.
“I think you look awesome,” you say.
“Thank you both!” says Angie, smiling. Then she winks at you.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and – to your surprise – a light summery miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha, staring at her eldest daughter. “Special occasion? I haven’t seen you in that skirt since you were ... oh, thirteen?”
“No special occasion,” says Angie airily. “Are Alicia and Maisie the only ones who are allowed to show off their legs?”
“No, of course not!” says Trisha. “I think you look lovely.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. Then she stops and stares at Angie’s miniskirt. “Whoa! No yoga pants today, Angie?”
“Nope!” says Angie. “I know I don’t have your legs, Alicia, but I’ve decided to be proud of mine anyway.”
“Good for you!” says Alicia.
“I think you look awesome,” you say.
“Thank you both!” says Angie, smiling. Then she winks at you.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha. “Sticking with the miniskirts, then?”
“Yup!” says Angie.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha. “Sticking with the miniskirts, then?”
“Yup!” says Angie.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front on her bed, completely naked. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little rush of excitement, that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage five pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness...” Trisha mutters.
You take your hands off her bottom. “There!” you say. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to...
“Careful, Hugh!” she gasps, as your right index finger gently brushes against her groin.
“Sorry,” you say.
“It’s okay,” she replies.
You go back and repeat the process for her right thigh. As you approach her pussy again, this time with your left hand, you are a little more careful to stop short of her crotch. Nevertheless, you are surprised at how close to her pussy she has allowed your hand to get, with not a word of objection.
“There!” you say, lifting your hands off her. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples through her t-shirt.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her chest. “The fact that I let you massage my breasts doesn’t mean you can grab them at any time,” she tells you reproachfully.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, slipping your fingers beneath the leg-hole seams to access more of her buttock flesh.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her bottom. “There’s a time and a place, Hugh,” she says disapprovingly.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says, smiling a little shyly. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse through which you can clearly see her bra, and a miniskirt that does not even reach mid-thigh.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! I’m so happy to see you in one of your new outfits!”
She blushes. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“Have you had much feedback?” you inquire.
“Well I’ve only worn these clothes in the store, so far,” she says. “I haven’t been brave enough to go elsewhere like this. But yes – a few men have eyed me up, and I’ve had some compliments.”
“Good!” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “You’re going to get me into trouble!”
But she does not sound annoyed. Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re a naughty boy.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, and tugs her skirt down. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?” She clamps her legs together, and reaches down to push your hand away.
“Sorry,” you say, not very sincerely, as she comes down the step ladder with your book.
“So you should be!” she says, turning towards you with a disapproving expression. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she gasps.
“Hugh!” she exclaims. “Did you just take another upskirt photo?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
“Just don’t let anyone else see it,” she says sternly, as she comes down the step ladder with your book. She turns to face you, and adds, “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, clasping her hands in her lap and smiling. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, a little sheepishly.
“Okay!” says Noelle. “I could use a little break. Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look very nice today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who begins slowly twisting her swivel chair alternately left and right, swinging her knees back and forth, giving you a better look at each of her thighs in turn.
Realising you are staring a little too much, you look up at her face sheepishly. “Sorry,” you apologise, “I just really like your legs.”
She laughs. “That’s okay, Hugh,” she says. “I’m glad someone does.” She sighs. “Anton told me this morning that I should dress ‘more like an adult, whatever the work consequences might be’.”
“What a dick!” you exclaim. “He’s your boyfriend! Why can’t he be supportive?”
“I know, right?” says Noelle. “It was a pretty mean thing to say.”
“Not just mean, but wrong!” you say indignantly. “You look lovely! You’re not dressed like a little girl; you’re dressed like a gorgeous, sexy, wonderful grown-up woman, who...”
“Oh stop!” says Noelle, blushing deeply but looking very pleased. “You’re such a flatterer! Actually don’t stop – I’m loving it.”
“I’m just telling it like I see it,” you insist. “I find you incredibly attractive, Noelle, and ... well, I know you have a boyfriend, and that’s fine ... but it’s just infuriating that he’s not treating you right!”
“Thank you, Hugh,” says Noelle happily. “It’s so nice to hear you say that. I was pretty annoyed with him myself, particularly since I’d...” Then she stops herself.
You blink. “You’d ... what? Come on, Noelle, out with it – don’t keep me in suspense!”
Noelle stifles a giggle. “I can’t really say,” she says. “Let’s just say ... I ... indulged him ... last night. I fulfilled one of his little fantasies, and he was certainly grateful for it ... last night. But this morning, everything’s back to normal – including the digs at my weight.”
“Not all that grateful, then!” you remark. “Oh come on Noelle – please tell me? I’m dying of curiosity. You can trust me – I won’t tell anyone, even under torture!”
Noelle fidgets with the hem of her skirt. “You’re a little young to hear such stuff.”
“I’m seventeen!” you protest. “I’ve been all over the Internet. I’ve seen it all! Bondage, anal, threesomes, bestiality...”
“Shh!” says Noelle, shocked. “Okay, okay ... but you won’t tell a soul, right?”
“Of course not!” you assure her.
She bites her lip. “Okay, I ... it was bondage. He put on his leathers and his gag and handcuffs and so on ... and I dressed up as his mistress, and dominated him for a while. Whipped him lightly, called him names ... that kind of thing.”
“Oh!” you say, surprised. “He really likes that?”
“Oh yes,” says Noelle, nodding. “He loves it.”
“What about you?” you ask. “Does he indulge your favourite fantasy in return?”
Noelle shakes her head, looking embarrassed. “No,” she says. “But I can’t really blame him for that. Mine’s a little ... unusual.”
“Oh? Do tell!” you coax her, leaning forward in your chair.
“No!” she says, turning very red. “That’s ... personal.”
“So’s Anton’s bondage fetish,” you point out. “But you shared that readily enough. Don’t you trust me?”
“I trust you not to tell anyone,” she concedes. “I guess I’m more worried about losing your good opinion of me.”
“That won’t happen,” you tell her.
“You don’t know that,” she says.
“Must be pretty weird if it’s worse than bondage,” you muse aloud. “Is it necrophilia? I bet it’s necrophilia.”
“No!” Noelle exclaims. “Jeez, Hugh!”
“Then what?” you ask, grinning. “I promise I won’t judge.”
Noelle sighs. Then she says “Distraction!”, and spreads her legs wide apart for a fraction of a second, before snapping her knees together again.
“Whoa!” you gasp, staring at the spot on her closed thighs, where a moment ago you had caught a glimpse of white panties. “That was awesome! Do it again!”
“No!” says Noelle.
“Please?” you beg. “That was truly wonderful, but I only caught a tiny glimpse!”
“That was the idea,” she says.
“Please?” you say again. “I promise I won’t bug you about your fetish again ... at least for the rest of today.”
Noelle purses her lips, then she opens her legs again. This time you get a much longer and better look at the triangle of white panty material between her thighs before, barely a second later, she closes her legs again.
“Thank you Noelle!” you say gratefully. “That was brilliant! So incredibly sexy! I’ll treasure that memory forever!”
“Okay,” she says, looking somewhat gratified, if also mortified. “Can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely – you’ve certainly earned that,” you tell her fervently.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then, after only a slight pause, she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Wow,” you sigh happily, staring at her gorgeous large breasts. “So beautiful!”
Angie smiles, then she lies down on her front, wearing only her panties, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom, until you reach the waistband of her panties. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties and begin thoroughly kneading her buttocks. “Jeez, I might as well be naked,” she mutters.
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“No,” says Angie. “You’ll presumably be needing me to turn over next, right...?”
“Indeed,” you say, withdrawing your hands. “Go ahead.”
Angie turns over on to her back, and you smile at the sight of her voluptuous breasts as they settle, spreading sideways and flattening a little.
“Okay!” you say, trying not to show how delighted you are. As you climb on top of Angie, however, your erection betrays you.
“Having fun?” asks Angie, nodding at your boxer shorts.
“Sorry,” you say, embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” she replies with a shrug.
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Since she does not seem to mind this, you get a little bolder, taking more and more of her breasts in your hands. Then, sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smirking a little.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly, which, you note, is not very well-toned; Angie is not as big of a fan of exercise as her sisters. But her skin is lovely and smooth and soft, and she sighs happily as you gently massage her.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem from just above her knees, upward toward her panties.
As your thumbs reach her groin, she clears her throat. “Better stop there, though, dude; I dread to think where you’d be going next.”
You climb off her. “I suppose that’s it, then.”
“I guess so,” says Angie, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks again, Hugh – once again, that was an amazing massage. Come on, give me a hug.” She stands up and steps towards you, her arms out, not attempting to cover her breasts.
You hug her warmly, her breasts pressing up against your chest, your erection pressing against her pussy through your underwear and hers, your hands around her waist ... until you slide them down and into the back of her panties. She chuckles as you grasp her buttocks. “One last grope before bedtime, huh?” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise, grinning up at her face as you squeeze her buttocks, subtly grinding your erection against her pussy.
“Off to bed now,” she says gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight, Angie,” you reply, pulling your hands out of her panties.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a lacy white bra and a pair of flower-patterned panties. She smiles at you shyly. “Good morning Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then, hesitantly, she approaches your lips with hers.
You kiss her softly, feeling the moistness of her lips against yours. Holding her close, you gently part her lips with your upper lip, and subtly suck on her lower lip for a few seconds. Then you pull back. “Good morning Maisie,” you say with a smile. “What a nice start to the day!”
She is blushing. “Yes,” she agrees, then she giggles a little. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha. “Sticking with the miniskirts, then?”
“Yup!” says Angie.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha. “Sticking with the miniskirts, then?”
“Yup!” says Angie.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing her sports bra top and short running shorts. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“Come and have something to eat, Maisie,” says Trisha.
Maisie rolls her eyes. “Mom...” she says.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front on her bed, completely naked. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little rush of excitement, that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage five pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh my God, Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you gasp.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a tight t-shirt and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness...” Trisha mutters.
You take your hands off her bottom. “There!” you say. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to...
“Careful, Hugh!” she gasps, as your right index finger gently brushes against her groin.
“Sorry,” you say.
“It’s okay,” she replies.
You go back and repeat the process for her right thigh. As you approach her pussy again, this time with your left hand, you are a little more careful to stop short of her crotch. Nevertheless, you are surprised at how close to her pussy she has allowed your hand to get, with not a word of objection.
“There!” you say, lifting your hands off her. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples through her t-shirt.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her chest. “The fact that I let you massage my breasts doesn’t mean you can grab them at any time,” she tells you reproachfully.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, slipping your fingers beneath the leg-hole seams to access more of her buttock flesh.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her bottom. “There’s a time and a place, Hugh,” she says disapprovingly.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says, smiling a little shyly. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse through which you can clearly see her bra, and a miniskirt that does not even reach mid-thigh.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! I’m so happy to see you in one of your new outfits!”
She blushes. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“Have you had much feedback?” you inquire.
“Well I’ve only worn these clothes in the store, so far,” she says. “I haven’t been brave enough to go elsewhere like this. But yes – a few men have eyed me up, and I’ve had some compliments.”
“Good!” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “You’re going to get me into trouble!”
But she does not sound annoyed. Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re a naughty boy.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, and tugs her skirt down. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?” She clamps her legs together, and reaches down to push your hand away.
“Sorry,” you say, not very sincerely, as she comes down the step ladder with your book.
“So you should be!” she says, turning towards you with a disapproving expression. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she gasps.
“Hugh!” she exclaims. “Did you just take another upskirt photo?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
“Just don’t let anyone else see it,” she says sternly, as she comes down the step ladder with your book. She turns to face you, and adds, “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, you’d better get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then, after only a slight pause, she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Wow,” you sigh happily, staring at her gorgeous large breasts. “So beautiful!”
Angie smiles, then she lies down on her front, wearing only her panties, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom, until you reach the waistband of her panties. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties and begin thoroughly kneading her buttocks. “Jeez, I might as well be naked,” she mutters.
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“No,” says Angie. “You’ll presumably be needing me to turn over next, right...?”
“Indeed,” you say, withdrawing your hands. “Go ahead.”
Angie turns over on to her back, and you smile at the sight of her voluptuous breasts as they settle, spreading sideways and flattening a little.
“Okay!” you say, trying not to show how delighted you are. As you climb on top of Angie, however, your erection betrays you.
“Having fun?” asks Angie, nodding at your boxer shorts.
“Sorry,” you say, embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” she replies with a shrug.
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Since she does not seem to mind this, you get a little bolder, taking more and more of her breasts in your hands. Then, sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smirking a little.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly, which, you note, is not very well-toned; Angie is not as big of a fan of exercise as her sisters. But her skin is lovely and smooth and soft, and she sighs happily as you gently massage her.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem from just above her knees, upward toward her panties.
As your thumbs reach her groin, she clears her throat. “Better stop there, though, dude; I dread to think where you’d be going next.”
You climb off her. “I suppose that’s it, then.”
“I guess so,” says Angie, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks again, Hugh – once again, that was an amazing massage. Come on, give me a hug.” She stands up and steps towards you, her arms out, not attempting to cover her breasts.
You hug her warmly, her breasts pressing up against your chest, your erection pressing against her pussy through your underwear and hers, your hands around her waist ... until you slide them down and into the back of her panties. She chuckles as you grasp her buttocks. “One last grope before bedtime, huh?” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise, grinning up at her face as you squeeze her buttocks, subtly grinding your erection against her pussy.
“Off to bed now,” she says gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight, Angie,” you reply, pulling your hands out of her panties.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, holding the covers in place over her chest. Then she lets go as she leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers.
You hold the kiss for several seconds, then you gently dab at her lips with yours, giving her kiss after kiss as she closes her eyes and seems to melt in your arms. After almost a minute, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says, a little breathlessly. Her covers start to slip down from her chest, and she grabs them quickly.
You look down at her covered chest. “Maisie...” you say hesitantly.
“Yes Hugh?”
“Can I ... may I ... please see your breasts?” you ask her hopefully.
Maisie’s eyes widen. “You ... you really want to?” she asks, her breathing quickening.
You nod. “Very much,” you tell her.
She blushes, and looks away. “I ... I know you’ve seen Angie’s,” she says.
“So ... you know about the massages I give Angie and Alicia ... and your mum. Mom.”
She nods. “And I know Alicia gets naked for hers,” she says. There is a hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Yes, well, Alicia certainly isn’t shy,” you admit. “But I haven’t seen her breasts. Only Angie’s. And they’re beautiful. But the breasts I most want to see, Maisie, are yours.”
“But ... mine are so small,” says Maisie forlornly. “After Angie’s, they’ll seem...”
“Size matters not,” you say firmly. “Look at me – judge me by my size, do you?”
She giggles. “No, of course not, Hugh-da.” Shyly, she pulls down her bedclothes, exposing her breasts.
“Wow...” you gasp, staring in wonder at them. They are not as small as you had assumed ... and they are the most perfect breasts you could have imagined. Their shape is delightful, the undercurve a flawless semicircle, the skin completely unblemished, her areolas perfectly round, her nipples pert and pretty. “Maisie ... you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen!” you say in an awed whisper. “They’re ... amazing!”
Maisie stares at your face, as if trying to gauge whether you are mocking her. “Do you ... really mean that?” she asks hopefully.
“Yes!” you assure her. “A thousand times yes! They’re perfect!” You look up at her face. “Perfect bottom and perfect breasts ... and a wonderfully pretty face ... how the hell don’t you have a boyfriend?”
Her happy smile fades. “The boys I like aren’t interested in me,” she says. “They like the girls with big boobs, who dress in short skirts and low-cut tops. I’ve always been too much of a tomboy, I guess. I do get asked out sometimes, but never by anyone I want to go out with.”
“That’s a shame,” you say. “You’re much too beautiful to be alone, Maisie.”
She smiles. “I don’t feel alone when I’m with you, Hugh.”
You smile lovingly at her. “Neither do I, Maisie. I ... I love you.”
“I love you too, Hugh!” she says, and she leans forward to kiss you. You pull her into your arms, her bare breasts squishing against your t-shirt, and you kiss her with passion. When your tongue slips out of your parted lips, it meets Maisie’s, and the two of you excitedly explore each other’s tongues. You hungrily suck her tongue into your mouth, while swirling your tongue around inside hers. You pull your right hand from the small of her back, bringing it in front of her, and then you grasp her left breast, caressing and gently squeezing it while you kiss her. She moans with pleasure.
Then you hear a door close nearby, and you and Maisie both freeze. “Whose door was that?” you whisper.
“Angie’s, I think,” Maisie whispers back.
“Do you think she was listening?” you ask her.
She shakes her head. “She’d have stormed in if she’d heard what we were doing.”
You sigh. “Yeah, she wouldn’t approve, would she?”
“No,” agrees Maisie. “And ... I can see her point. You and I ... we can’t really be boyfriend and girlfriend, can we?”
“I suppose not,” you say glumly. “It would cause a lot of turmoil and friction in the family. Angie thinks I should find myself a girlfriend outside this household.”
“You probably should,” says Maisie sadly. “Do you ... do you have your eye on anyone?”
“Maybe,” you say, with a little shrug. “There’s a girl at the mall – Sonya. She works at a bookshop. Very sweet ... but older ... and she has a boyfriend already.”
“Sounds like a long shot, then,” says Maisie, smirking a little.
You nod. “Meanwhile, you’re available ... and yet off-limits.” You sigh. “Can I still give you goodnight kisses?”
“Yes please!” says Maisie.
“And ... may I look at your perfect breasts from time to time?” you continue hopefully.
“Yes,” says Maisie, and she giggles. “You know, you’re still holding my left breast.”
“I know,” you reply with a grin. “Do you want me to let go?”
“No,” she says, blushing. “I kinda wish I’d shown you my breasts ages ago. I would have, if I’d known you’d like them so much.”
“I love them,” you say fervently, taking her right breast in your left hand, and gently kneading them both. “They’re so beautifully shaped ... it almost seems like ... like it would be a shame to cover them with a bra...”
Maisie pouts. “I could certainly get away without wearing a bra,” she says, “but if I wear anything loose or bulky on my top half, I look flat-chested.”
“Hmm,” you say. “Do you have any thin, form-fitting tank-tops? Something that would cling to your breasts and show off their shape?”
Maisie shivers. “I just might”, she says. “I have some undershirts like that.” She bites her lip. “They’re ... they’re a little see-through though.”
“Oh,” you say. “Well, as awesome as that sounds, I wouldn’t want you to dress in a way that makes you feel embarrassed, just to make me happy. You’ve already made me very happy, Maisie, so please, ignore my fashion advice and wear what you like.”
She nods. “Okay...”
You let go of her breasts, finally. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say ruefully. “As much as I want to spend the night here with you, I’d hate to think what would happen if we got caught by your parents.”
Maisie shudders. “Yeah,” she says. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
You give her another kiss on the lips. “Goodnight, Maisie.”
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Morning everyone!” she says.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha stares at her. “Maisie!” she says. “A little underdressed, aren’t you?”
Maisie blushes, but bravely says, “No, I’m fine.”
“But Maisie,” says Trisha, more firmly, “we don’t come to breakfast in our underwear. We’re in mixed company, in case you hadn’t noticed. It’s not appropriate.”
“Hugh’s already seen me in my underwear,” says Maisie with a shrug. “In fact, hasn’t he seen all of you in less than I’m wearing now?”
“That’s ... not the point,” says Trisha, clearly thrown off her stride.
Alicia laughs. “Maisie does have a point, Mom,” she says, grinning. “Or are we all going to pretend we don’t get wonderful full-body massages from Hugh?”
Angie sighs. “Ah, the massages...”
“A state of undress is appropriate for a massage,” says Trisha, valiantly trying to regain control of the conversation. “Not for breakfast!”
“Oh come on, Mom,” says Alicia. “Breakfast is hardly a formal meal. I wouldn’t mind coming to breakfast in my undies myself. If Hugh weren’t here, would we even be having this discussion?”
“Maybe not,” Trisha admits, “but...”
“Then it’s not about breakfast,” says Alicia, “but about Hugh. And you can’t tell Maisie she can’t be in her undies in front of Hugh when you’re happy to get naked in front of him. It’s hypocritical.”
You have been looking from one face to another, wide-eyed, wondering how this conversation is going to end up. But now you feel the need to interject. “May I say something please?”
All eyes turn towards you. “Go ahead, Hugh,” says Trisha.
“You’re all right, you know,” you say. “And all wrong. Trisha, you’re not a hypocrite for taking one position on clothing for breakfast and another for a massage. Naked massages are common, and fine. But breakfast in one’s underwear ... that’s not really a big deal, is it? If we were going out to eat, sure ... but we’re at home, and I’m a part of this family now. There’s nothing weird or scary about me seeing your undies, or even your naked bodies. If there were, the massages couldn’t happen. Yes, Trisha, you could draw a line in the sand and say ‘no exposed underwear in the kitchen’ or something like that ... but why would you bother? What’s the point? Why make that your stand? Maisie’s grown-up enough for you to give her a little slack in what she wears around the house, isn’t she? Coming down hard on her in a way that she sees as hypocritical ... even though you technically have a point ... is only going to generate resentment.” You shrug. “There’ll be plenty of things she’ll want to do in the future that you’ll want veto power over. You might want to pick your battles, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I swear, Hugh,” says Alicia, “you could talk Mother Theresa into getting an abortion.”
“Isn’t she dead?” Angie inquires.
“Exactly my point,” says Alicia.
“I think Hugh made the point well enough,” Trisha concedes. “And Maisie, too. I suppose I just have a gut reaction kinda thing to seeing Maisie so ... unclothed ... in front of Hugh. But it is, perhaps, not entirely reasonable of me to make a fuss about that.”
“Great!” says Maisie, smiling.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha, abruptly changing the subject. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I’m so happy you’ve joined our family,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha stares at her. “Maisie!” she says. “A little underdressed, aren’t you?”
Maisie blushes, but bravely says, “No, I’m fine.”
“But Maisie,” says Trisha, more firmly, “we don’t come to breakfast in our underwear. We’re in mixed company, in case you hadn’t noticed. It’s not appropriate.”
“Hugh’s already seen me in my underwear,” says Maisie with a shrug. “In fact, hasn’t he seen all of you in less than I’m wearing now?”
“That’s ... not the point,” says Trisha, clearly thrown off her stride.
Alicia laughs. “Maisie does have a point, Mom,” she says, grinning. “Or are we all going to pretend we don’t get wonderful full-body massages from Hugh?”
Angie sighs. “Ah, the massages...”
“A state of undress is appropriate for a massage,” says Trisha, valiantly trying to regain control of the conversation. “Not for breakfast!”
“Oh come on, Mom,” says Alicia. “Breakfast is hardly a formal meal. I wouldn’t mind coming to breakfast in my undies myself. If Hugh weren’t here, would we even be having this discussion?”
“Maybe not,” Trisha admits, “but...”
“Then it’s not about breakfast,” says Alicia, “but about Hugh. And you can’t tell Maisie she can’t be in her undies in front of Hugh when you’re happy to get naked in front of him. It’s hypocritical.”
You have been looking from one face to another, wide-eyed, wondering how this conversation is going to end up. But now you feel the need to interject. “May I say something please?”
All eyes turn towards you. “Go ahead, Hugh,” says Trisha.
“You’re all right, you know,” you say. “And all wrong. Trisha, you’re not a hypocrite for taking one position on clothing for breakfast and another for a massage. Naked massages are common, and fine. But breakfast in one’s underwear ... that’s not really a big deal, is it? If we were going out to eat, sure ... but we’re at home, and I’m a part of this family now. There’s nothing weird or scary about me seeing your undies, or even your naked bodies. If there were, the massages couldn’t happen. Yes, Trisha, you could draw a line in the sand and say ‘no exposed underwear in the kitchen’ or something like that ... but why would you bother? What’s the point? Why make that your stand? Maisie’s grown-up enough for you to give her a little slack in what she wears around the house, isn’t she? Coming down hard on her in a way that she sees as hypocritical ... even though you technically have a point ... is only going to generate resentment.” You shrug. “There’ll be plenty of things she’ll want to do in the future that you’ll want veto power over. You might want to pick your battles, that’s all I’m saying.”
“I swear, Hugh,” says Alicia, “you could talk Mother Theresa into getting an abortion.”
“Isn’t she dead?” Angie inquires.
“Exactly my point,” says Alicia.
“I think Hugh made the point well enough,” Trisha concedes. “And Maisie, too. I suppose I just have a gut reaction kinda thing to seeing Maisie so ... unclothed ... in front of Hugh. But it is, perhaps, not entirely reasonable of me to make a fuss about that.”
“Great!” says Maisie, smiling.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha, abruptly changing the subject. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “That’s always nice to hear.”
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies, with a hint of disapproval in her voice. “But now isn’t the best time to massage my butt, Hugh.” She gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Morning everyone!” she says.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha, Angie and Alicia look at her with expressions ranging from amusement to disapproval, but nobody comments on her outfit.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze...
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she is asking you.
“Tea, please,” you reply hastily, wrenching your eyes back to your plate. Hoping your warm-hearted hostess did not notice you staring at her breasts, you begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha, Angie and Alicia look at her with expressions ranging from amusement to disapproval, but nobody comments on her outfit.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up. “Give me a minute to get ready, please.”
“Sure,” you say.
Trisha goes through to her bedroom, and you follow, but wait outside the door. When she says, “Okay, I’m ready!” you enter, and find her lying on her front on her bed, completely naked. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little rush of excitement, that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage six pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you tell her.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a clingy sheer tank-top and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties, and then at her faintly visible breasts. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness...” Trisha mutters.
You take your hands off her bottom. “There!” you say. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
You do so, and hear the bed creak as Trisha gets up. Then you feel her warm naked breasts pressing up against your upper chest, as her arms encircle your back. You put your arms around her waist, turn your face up toward hers, and feel her lips come into contact with yours. Immediately you part your lips around her lower lip, gently sucking on it, and your hands slide down her lower back, coming to rest on her bare buttocks. You close your fingers around them, squeezing and caressing them while you continue to kiss her firmly but tenderly. To your delight, she does not object.
After a minute, Trisha starts to pull back. “Eyes closed again,” she says, “and turn around.”
You obediently close your eyes, disengage from the hug, and turn around. A few moments later, Trisha says, “Okay – I guess you can look now.”
You turn back around, and smile. Trisha is now wearing a very capacious white lace bra and white panties. “I should finish getting dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then you take each buttock in turn, and massage it with both hands at once. You do not dare, however, sink either hand too deeply into her buttock cleft.
“Oh my goodness,” Trisha mutters.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to...
“Careful, Hugh!” she gasps, as your right index finger gently brushes against her groin.
“Sorry,” you say.
“It’s okay,” she replies, rather breathlessly. It occurs to you that she is getting genuinely aroused, and your cock strains uncomfortably against the confines of your underwear.
You go back and repeat the process for her right thigh. As you approach her pussy again, this time with your left hand, you are once again a little careless, and allow your finger to rub against her groin. “Hugh!” she gasps.
“There!” you say, lifting your hands off her. “All done. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful...” sighs Trisha.
“Have I earned another hug and a kiss?” you ask hopefully.
“Definitely!” says Trisha. “Close your eyes, please.”
“But ... I don’t want to, Trisha,” you tell her. “Not this time. I want to see your beautiful body in all its glory.”
You move up the side of the bed and stoop to look into her eyes. Brushing a lock of hair from her face, you say softly, “Why should it spoil anything, Trisha? I’ve already seen you naked. Showing me your front won’t change the way I feel about you, nor the way you feel about me. It’ll just mean I get to see the whole, wonderful, beautiful you.”
“It would be inappropriate,” says Trisha, unconvincingly.
“That’s not the reason,” you tell her. “Is it?”
She is silent for a moment. “It makes me happy that you find me beautiful, Hugh,” she says. “I’m not insecure about my looks; I know plenty of men find me attractive. But it’s nice to be so admired by someone of your generation. Particularly by a young man as good-looking, and smart, and sweet as you are. But ... not all of me is beautiful, Hugh. I’ve given birth to three kids, and that does things to a woman’s body. I would turn over for you, Hugh, really I would, just because you asked so sweetly ... but I’m afraid to see the look in your eyes when you see ... when you realise ... I’m not perfect...”
You bend down, and kiss her on the lips. “Silly sausage,” you say gently. “Do you really think I love you because I think you’re perfect? That any imperfections you have will lessen my high opinion of you? Trisha, if you have imperfections, let me see them, know them, embrace them as part of the whole package that is you. Let me love all of you – not just the bits that you choose to show the rest of the world.”
Trisha sighs. “Alicia’s right – I think you could talk anyone into anything, Hugh. How did someone so young get to be so eloquent?” She reaches out and touches your cheek. “You’re so precious to me, Hugh. Yes, I’ll show you my body. I ... I trust you.”
As she turns herself over, you straighten up, and brace yourself. What will you see? Rolls of fat? Saggy flesh? Stretch marks? Whatever unpleasant surprises await, you resolve to remain appreciative, and admiring, and kind.
Trisha scoots her bottom sideways as she turns over, then she lies back, with her hands by her sides. She looks up at you with a slightly anxious expression.
The first thing you notice is how similar her breasts are to Angie’s. Not quite as full and firm, perhaps – they settle a little flatter and spread out a little more – but they are still large, and plump, and beautiful. Then your gaze travels down to her belly, and you nod. This is what Trisha was referring to: scores of faint pale lines running vertically down her abdomen. Below that, her small patch of fine, dark pubic hair is neatly and attractively trimmed.
You lay your right hand on her abdomen. “This belly,” you tell her gravely, “has brought into life the three most wonderful young women I have ever met. How could I not love it?” Then you bend down, and kiss her belly softly, and repeatedly, kissing her stretch marks, from one side to the other.
“Oh Hugh!” says Trisha, her voice full of emotion. “Thank you!”
You straighten up. “You are beautiful all over, Trisha,” you say earnestly. “And I would like, now – with your permission – to finish your massage. Your front has a lot of muscles that we haven’t touched yet ... and now we’ve got over this little hurdle, I think it’s time we took care of them.”
Trisha nods. “Yes please, Hugh – I would like that.”
You pour more oil on to your hands, and start massaging Trisha’s upper chest. “I should mention,” you say, “that I’d like to massage your breasts as part of this process. As I told Angie...”
“I know,” she interrupts you gently. “Angie told me about it, and I’m aware of the benefits. It’s okay.”
“Oh ... okay then,” you say, the wind taken out of your sails. You replenish your oil, and begin caressing and kneading Trisha’s breasts, making no attempt to avoid her nipples as you grasp handfuls of flesh and brazenly fondle them. She smiles, and closes her eyes.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long!” you mutter, somewhat rashly.
But her reaction surprises you. “Take your time, if you like,” she says. “You’ve earned it, Hugh. Indulge yourself. Play with them all you want – I don’t mind.”
You gratefully take her up on this offer, pouring more oil directly on her breasts and then massaging and squeezing the slippery flesh to your heart’s content. You play with her nipples, pinching and gently pulling on them, and at no point does Trisha voice the slightest objection. After only a couple of minutes, however, you say, “Okay, I’m done being selfish. This massage is supposed to be for you, Trisha. Moving on down...”
You massage her belly, and continue downward, until you reach her pussy, which you are careful to avoid, though your oily hands do come close. Then you massage her left thigh, kneading her quadriceps, starting just above her knee and working your way up. Your thumb strokes against her labia, and she stiffens, but you quickly remove your hand, and move down to her right knee. Once again, you work your way slowly up her quadriceps. As you approach her pussy, your fingers are tucked between her thighs, and this time you continue on until your right index finger is rubbing her labia as you massage the top of her thigh.
Trisha’s eyes are closed, and her breathing is quickening. Coming to a decision, you turn your hand, cupping her pussy, and begin to gently massage her vulva. “Hugh!” she gasps, but she does not move a muscle.
“Just relax,” you whisper. “This kind of massage has health benefits too – and it’s both my pleasure and my honour to give it to you.” Your slippery finger, sinking between her labia, finds her clitoris and starts to rub it.
“Ohhh!!!” gasps Trisha. “I don’t want you to stop, Hugh ... but you really must!”
You continue stroking her pussy. “I’ll stop if you want,” you tell her. “But please don’t ask me to. This is the culmination of today’s massage, Trisha – a perfect end to a perfect experience. Let me do this for you.”
Trisha breathing is becoming faster, and she is starting to arch her back. “Don’t stop,” she eventually gasps.
Grinning in delight, you sensuously massage her pussy, while drizzling a little more oil on to your fingers with the bottle held in your other hand. Then you set the bottle down, and grasp her left breast with your left hand while continuing to stroke her pussy with your right. As you caress her breast, you start rubbing her clitoris faster, and Trisha moans louder ... then louder still. You rub still harder ... and faster ... until Trisha’s entire body goes rigid; she arches her back, pressing her pussy up into your hand, and utters a long, ecstatic moan of orgasmic bliss.
You slow down, and then cease, your massage of her pussy, as Trisha’s orgasm winds down and she collapses, limp, on to the bed. You bend down and press your lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. She kisses you back, putting her hand around the back of your head and stroking your hair.
When you pull away, she is panting heavily. “God...” she gasps. “That was intense...” Then she bites her lip. “But now I’m feeling awful guilty!”
“Don’t,” you say firmly. “Please don’t. You deserved this. Every bit of it. I’m just happy I could do it for you.”
She looks at you lovingly. “Would you like me to reciprocate, Hugh?” she asks you tentatively. “I’m sure you must be pretty horny...”
“No!” you say. “Absolutely not. I mean, yes, I’m seriously horny right now, but I can take care of that myself. This experience was all about you, Trisha. Your needs. Your reward for all you’ve done for me, and for being such a wonderful, beautiful person.”
“I appreciate that, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you warmly. “All the same, I’d like to be able to do something for you.”
“I just had the absolute pleasure of touching your breasts and pussy,” you say, smiling happily. “I assure you, Trisha, I’m over the moon right now!” Then your smile fades a little. “Just ... please ... don’t say something like ‘This was a one-time thing and it can never happen again’ ... because that would kind of break my heart.”
Trisha nods. “I won’t say that, Hugh,” she says. “I may be feeling it ... but I’m not sure we can close the door we just opened.”
“I agree,” you say. “Well, I’ll leave you to bask in your post-orgasm glow. Thank you for letting me see all of you, Trisha. I love you so much, and now I feel even closer to you.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples through her t-shirt.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her chest. “The fact that I let you massage my breasts doesn’t mean you can grab them at any time,” she tells you reproachfully.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, slipping your fingers beneath the leg-hole seams to access more of her buttock flesh.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her bottom. “There’s a time and a place, Hugh,” she says disapprovingly.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says, smiling a little shyly. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse through which you can clearly see her bra, and a miniskirt that does not even reach mid-thigh.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! I’m so happy to see you in one of your new outfits!”
She blushes. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“Have you had much feedback?” you inquire.
“Well I’ve only worn these clothes in the store, so far,” she says. “I haven’t been brave enough to go elsewhere like this. But yes – a few men have eyed me up, and I’ve had some compliments.”
“Good!” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Um ... on the lips?” asks Trisha, her cheeks turning a little pink as you respond with a nod. “Okay...”
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently tweak her lower lip between yours.
Trisha pats you on the shoulder, and pulls away. “Bye Hugh,” she says. She looks a little flustered. “See you later.”
“Bye Trisha,” you say.
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “You’re going to get me into trouble!”
But she does not sound annoyed. Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re a naughty boy.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, and tugs her skirt down. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?” She clamps her legs together, and reaches down to push your hand away.
“Sorry,” you say, not very sincerely, as she comes down the step ladder with your book.
“So you should be!” she says, turning towards you with a disapproving expression. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she gasps.
“Hugh!” she exclaims. “Did you just take another upskirt photo?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
“Just don’t let anyone else see it,” she says sternly, as she comes down the step ladder with your book. She turns to face you, and adds, “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Sure,” she says. She gets up from the bed, and takes off her dress, revealing her bra and panties. Then she puts on the dress she has been working on.
“Very nice!” you say. “Can I take some photos, for the website?”
“Sure,” she says. “Let me just pretty myself up.”
You fetch Kenny’s camera, and when Trisha is ready, you take some more photos of her, in various poses.
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I should go and put these on the site. See you later!”
You return to the living room, where you download the photos, and put the best ones on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha sighs, and says, “Oh well, I’d better let you get back to work, Hugh, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point!” you agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile the memory of Trisha lying in bed with you. Though you were in no fit state to enjoy it properly at the time, it is rather arousing to recall that her legs were bare as she cuddled with you.
It is late; Trisha is probably asleep. Do you dare impose on her sweet nature again? It is tempting ... but you do not want to seem too needy.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
Fortunately Trisha does not notice this as she snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly. “I’m here, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies.
You are feeling desperate to masturbate, but you know that is impossible right now. So you simply content yourself with enjoying the feeling of Trisha’s warm body next to yours, until eventually you drift off into a contented, nightmare-free slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then, after only a slight pause, she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Wow,” you sigh happily, staring at her gorgeous large breasts. “So beautiful!”
Angie smiles, then she lies down on her front, wearing only her panties, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom, until you reach the waistband of her panties. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties and begin thoroughly kneading her buttocks. “Jeez, I might as well be naked,” she mutters.
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“No,” says Angie. “You’ll presumably be needing me to turn over next, right...?”
“Indeed,” you say, withdrawing your hands. “Go ahead.”
Angie turns over on to her back, and you smile at the sight of her voluptuous breasts as they settle, spreading sideways and flattening a little.
“Okay!” you say, trying not to show how delighted you are. As you climb on top of Angie, however, your erection betrays you.
“Having fun?” asks Angie, nodding at your boxer shorts.
“Sorry,” you say, embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” she replies with a shrug.
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Since she does not seem to mind this, you get a little bolder, taking more and more of her breasts in your hands. Then, sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smirking a little.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly, which, you note, is not very well-toned; Angie is not as big of a fan of exercise as her sisters. But her skin is lovely and smooth and soft, and she sighs happily as you gently massage her.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem from just above her knees, upward toward her panties.
As your thumbs reach her groin, she clears her throat. “Better stop there, though, dude; I dread to think where you’d be going next.”
You climb off her. “I suppose that’s it, then.”
“I guess so,” says Angie, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks again, Hugh – once again, that was an amazing massage. Come on, give me a hug.” She stands up and steps towards you, her arms out, not attempting to cover her breasts.
You hug her warmly, her breasts pressing up against your chest, your erection pressing against her pussy through your underwear and hers, your hands around her waist ... until you slide them down and into the back of her panties. She chuckles as you grasp her buttocks. “One last grope before bedtime, huh?” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise, grinning up at her face as you squeeze her buttocks, subtly grinding your erection against her pussy.
“Off to bed now,” she says gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight, Angie,” you reply, pulling your hands out of her panties.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the covers fall away from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Wow,” you say, staring in awe at them. “I’m never going to get over how beautiful your breasts are, Maisie.”
She smiles happily, then leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers. She opens her mouth slightly, and you open yours ... and your tongues meet each other in a gentle, writhing caress Soon you are in the throes of a deep French kiss, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. You bring your hands around in front of Maisie, grasp her breasts, and begin to fondle and knead them. She moans softly.
You continue to kiss Maisie and grope her bare breasts for several minutes. Eventually, and reluctantly, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says breathlessly, her eyes shining.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says.
You reach around behind her, and grasp her buttocks through her dress. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies. She lets you massage her bottom for a few moments, then she gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Morning everyone!” she says.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha, Angie and Alicia look at her with expressions ranging from amusement to disapproval, but nobody comments on her outfit.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. And so close to your right hand! You could so easily turn your palm upward, cup her right breast, and give it a squeeze ... and so you do. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast through her dress. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up, and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha, Angie and Alicia look at her with expressions ranging from amusement to disapproval, but nobody comments on her outfit.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “I guess ... you might as well come with me ... and watch me undress, if you like.”
“Yes please!” you say.
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she takes off her shoes, then her dress, then her bra, and finally her panties. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little rush of excitement, that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage six pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you tell her.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a clingy sheer tank-top and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties, and then at her faintly visible breasts. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
You take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to her pussy. To Trisha’s credit, she does not flinch at all, even when your fingers briefly slip between her labia. Withdrawing your hand, you repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then you take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples through her t-shirt.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her chest. “The fact that I let you massage my breasts doesn’t mean you can grab them at any time,” she tells you reproachfully.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, slipping your fingers beneath the leg-hole seams to access more of her buttock flesh.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her bottom. “There’s a time and a place, Hugh,” she says disapprovingly.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says, smiling a little shyly. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse through which you can clearly see her bra, and a miniskirt that does not even reach mid-thigh.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! I’m so happy to see you in one of your new outfits!”
She blushes. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“Have you had much feedback?” you inquire.
“Well I’ve only worn these clothes in the store, so far,” she says. “I haven’t been brave enough to go elsewhere like this. But yes – a few men have eyed me up, and I’ve had some compliments.”
“Good!” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently suck her lower lip between yours. Then, as you continue to kiss her, you reach out with your right hand, and slip it into her cleavage, then inside her dress, and into the left cup of her bra. Grasping her breast and gently squeezing it, you kiss her for a few moments longer, then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Better be careful,” says Trisha, amused, “or you’ll be walking into the office with an embarrassingly large bulge in your pants.”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “You’re going to get me into trouble!”
But she does not sound annoyed. Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re a naughty boy.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, and tugs her skirt down. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?” She clamps her legs together, and reaches down to push your hand away.
“Sorry,” you say, not very sincerely, as she comes down the step ladder with your book.
“So you should be!” she says, turning towards you with a disapproving expression. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she gasps.
“Hugh!” she exclaims. “Did you just take another upskirt photo?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
“Just don’t let anyone else see it,” she says sternly, as she comes down the step ladder with your book. She turns to face you, and adds, “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Jeez, Hugh, do you just want me to get them out so you can have a play?”
Your eyes widen. “Would you mind...?”
She smiles, then she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and scoops her breasts out of her bra.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand brushes against the bulge in your boxer shorts. Feeling around, she whispers, “Are you horny, Hugh? Would you like me to take care of that for you? It’s been a long time since I did a reach-around, but I think I can remember how.”
“Um...” you murmur. “Sure – yes please.”
She fishes your erection out of your boxer shorts, and takes hold of the shaft. As she starts to pump it, she whispers, “Goodness, Hugh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?”
“Um, thank you,” you reply, glad she cannot see you blushing.
Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. “I need to grab a tissue,” you whisper.
Her hand stops moving. “Hugh,” she says hesitantly. “If you like ... you could cum on my breasts...”
“Oh, I’d love that!” you reply. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she stares at it. “Really, this was just an excuse so I could get a look at your cock,” she says. “Goodness, Hugh ... it’s quite a beauty!”
“Thank you,” you say, embarrassed but flattered. “If you wanted to see it, though, you need only have asked.”
She takes hold of it, and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then, after only a slight pause, she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Wow,” you sigh happily, staring at her gorgeous large breasts. “So beautiful!”
Angie smiles, then she lies down on her front, wearing only her panties, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom, until you reach the waistband of her panties. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties and begin thoroughly kneading her buttocks. “Jeez, I might as well be naked,” she mutters.
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“No,” says Angie. “You’ll presumably be needing me to turn over next, right...?”
“Indeed,” you say, withdrawing your hands. “Go ahead.”
Angie turns over on to her back, and you smile at the sight of her voluptuous breasts as they settle, spreading sideways and flattening a little.
“Okay!” you say, trying not to show how delighted you are. As you climb on top of Angie, however, your erection betrays you.
“Having fun?” asks Angie, nodding at your boxer shorts.
“Sorry,” you say, embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” she replies with a shrug.
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Since she does not seem to mind this, you get a little bolder, taking more and more of her breasts in your hands. Then, sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smirking a little.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly, which, you note, is not very well-toned; Angie is not as big of a fan of exercise as her sisters. But her skin is lovely and smooth and soft, and she sighs happily as you gently massage her.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem from just above her knees, upward toward her panties.
As your thumbs reach her groin, she clears her throat. “Better stop there, though, dude; I dread to think where you’d be going next.”
You climb off her. “I suppose that’s it, then.”
“I guess so,” says Angie, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks again, Hugh – once again, that was an amazing massage. Come on, give me a hug.” She stands up and steps towards you, her arms out, not attempting to cover her breasts.
You hug her warmly, her breasts pressing up against your chest, your erection pressing against her pussy through your underwear and hers, your hands around her waist ... until you slide them down and into the back of her panties. She chuckles as you grasp her buttocks. “One last grope before bedtime, huh?” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise, grinning up at her face as you squeeze her buttocks, subtly grinding your erection against her pussy.
“Off to bed now,” she says gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight, Angie,” you reply, pulling your hands out of her panties.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the covers fall away from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Wow,” you say, staring in awe at them. “I’m never going to get over how beautiful your breasts are, Maisie.”
She smiles happily, then leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers. She opens her mouth slightly, and you open yours ... and your tongues meet each other in a gentle, writhing caress Soon you are in the throes of a deep French kiss, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. You bring your hands around in front of Maisie, grasp her breasts, and begin to fondle and knead them. She moans softly.
You continue to kiss Maisie and grope her bare breasts for several minutes. Eventually, and reluctantly, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says breathlessly, her eyes shining.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she turns away from you, unclasps her bra, and takes it off. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, she quickly lowers them, and steps out of them. Now naked, she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Wow, Alicia...” you breathe, staring at her lovely bare buttocks.
She giggles. “Come on, Hugh,” she says. “Massage me.”
You do not need to be asked twice. You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. You are eager to get to her bottom, but you force yourself to go slowly – you want the massage to feel as professional as possible to Alicia.
Climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re really good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She gasps ... but does not say anything, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus.
Not wanting to push your luck, you stop once you have given her right buttock the same amount of time and attention as her left. But the desire for more is strong, and you say, “Want me to do your front...?”
Alicia chuckles. “Nice try, Hugh, but I’m not turning over.”
“Fair enough,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful!” says Alicia, with a happy sigh.
“Good!” you say. “I’m so pleased!”
She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling very horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says.
You reach around behind her, hike up the back of her dress, and grasp her buttocks through her panties. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies. She lets you massage her bottom for a few moments, then she gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. She is wearing a long t-shirt, and you get a brief glimpse of her pink panties as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug. “Are you going to give me another massage?”
“A short one,” you say, nodding. “If you want it.”
“Sure!” she says. “Hold on.” She turns away from you, then she hoists her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Whoa,” you murmur, staring at her bare back and panties. Then your eyes widen even further as she pulls her panties down, and steps out of them. You strain for a glimpse of her breasts or pussy, but she manages to keep both out of sight as she lies down on her bed on her front.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she says.
“God you’re beautiful...” you tell her, mesmerised at the sight of her naked body.
Alicia giggles. “Never mind ogling me,” she says. “Just get over here and work your magic.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging the bare skin of Alicia’s back.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia. “That feels very nice...”
You work on her shoulders, then make your way slowly down her back. When you come to her lumbar region, you find it feels stiffer than the rest. As you knead her lower back muscles with steady strokes, you stare excitedly at her naked bottom. Unable to resist the temptation, you slide your hands down to her buttocks, and begin squeezing and caressing them.
“Enjoying yourself back there?” Alicia inquires, amused.
“Oh yes,” you say fervently. Your erection is contorted uncomfortably within your underwear, and you subtly adjust it, then resume the massage.
But then Alicia sighs. “Well I suppose I’d better get up. Thanks for the massage, Hugh. It was so good!”
“Any time!” you say. You climb off the bed, and stand up straight.
Alicia remains lying on her front. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?”
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Morning everyone!” she says.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha, Angie and Alicia look at her with expressions ranging from amusement to disapproval, but nobody comments on her outfit.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. Unable to resist temptation, you reach into her cleavage, and slip your hand inside her bra. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then your hand slips back out of her bra as she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a low-cut tank-top, with a bra peeping over the neckline. “Hi Hugh!” she beams. “Hey Angie – looking good.”
“Thanks,” says Angie, smiling.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
Trisha, Angie and Alicia look at her with expressions ranging from amusement to disapproval, but nobody comments on her outfit.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “I guess ... you might as well come with me ... and watch me undress, if you like.”
“Yes please!” you say.
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she takes off her shoes, then her dress, then her bra, and finally her panties. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing, with a little rush of excitement, that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage six pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you tell her.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a clingy sheer tank-top and a clean pair of flower-patterned panties. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties, and then at her faintly visible breasts. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
You take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to her pussy. To Trisha’s credit, she does not flinch at all, even when your fingers briefly slip between her labia. Withdrawing your hand, you repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then you take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples through her t-shirt.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her chest. “The fact that I let you massage my breasts doesn’t mean you can grab them at any time,” she tells you reproachfully.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, slipping your fingers beneath the leg-hole seams to access more of her buttock flesh.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her bottom. “There’s a time and a place, Hugh,” she says disapprovingly.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Anyone would think you hadn’t seen me naked,” she says.
“Only your back half,” you remind her. “Your front half has a whole other set of charms.”
She giggles. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s panties; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says, smiling a little shyly. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse through which you can clearly see her bra, and a miniskirt that does not even reach mid-thigh.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! I’m so happy to see you in one of your new outfits!”
She blushes. “I’m glad you approve,” she says.
“Have you had much feedback?” you inquire.
“Well I’ve only worn these clothes in the store, so far,” she says. “I haven’t been brave enough to go elsewhere like this. But yes – a few men have eyed me up, and I’ve had some compliments.”
“Good!” you say.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently suck her lower lip between yours. Then, as you continue to kiss her, you reach out with your right hand, and slip it into her cleavage, then inside her dress, and into the left cup of her bra. Grasping her breast and gently squeezing it, you kiss her for a few moments longer, then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Better be careful,” says Trisha, amused, “or you’ll be walking into the office with an embarrassingly large bulge in your pants.”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “You’re going to get me into trouble!”
But she does not sound annoyed. Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re a naughty boy.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, and tugs her skirt down. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?” She clamps her legs together, and reaches down to push your hand away.
“Sorry,” you say, not very sincerely, as she comes down the step ladder with your book.
“So you should be!” she says, turning towards you with a disapproving expression. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she gasps.
“Hugh!” she exclaims. “Did you just take another upskirt photo?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
“Just don’t let anyone else see it,” she says sternly, as she comes down the step ladder with your book. She turns to face you, and adds, “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Jeez, Hugh, do you just want me to get them out so you can have a play?”
Your eyes widen. “Would you mind...?”
She smiles, then she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and scoops her breasts out of her bra.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds the bulge in your boxer shorts. Stroking it, she whispers, “Are you horny, Hugh? Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She fishes your erection out of your boxer shorts, and takes hold of the shaft. As she starts to pump it, she kisses the back of your neck.
Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her t-shirt and panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, and then, after only a slight pause, she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head.
“Wow,” you sigh happily, staring at her gorgeous large breasts. “So beautiful!”
Angie smiles, then she lies down on her front, wearing only her panties, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom, until you reach the waistband of her panties. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties and begin thoroughly kneading her buttocks. “Jeez, I might as well be naked,” she mutters.
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“No,” says Angie. “You’ll presumably be needing me to turn over next, right...?”
“Indeed,” you say, withdrawing your hands. “Go ahead.”
Angie turns over on to her back, and you smile at the sight of her voluptuous breasts as they settle, spreading sideways and flattening a little.
“Okay!” you say, trying not to show how delighted you are. As you climb on top of Angie, however, your erection betrays you.
“Having fun?” asks Angie, nodding at your boxer shorts.
“Sorry,” you say, embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” she replies with a shrug.
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Since she does not seem to mind this, you get a little bolder, taking more and more of her breasts in your hands. Then, sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smirking a little.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly, which, you note, is not very well-toned; Angie is not as big of a fan of exercise as her sisters. But her skin is lovely and smooth and soft, and she sighs happily as you gently massage her.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem from just above her knees, upward toward her panties.
As your thumbs reach her groin, she clears her throat. “Better stop there, though, dude; I dread to think where you’d be going next.”
You climb off her. “I suppose that’s it, then.”
“I guess so,” says Angie, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks again, Hugh – once again, that was an amazing massage. Come on, give me a hug.” She stands up and steps towards you, her arms out, not attempting to cover her breasts.
You hug her warmly, her breasts pressing up against your chest, your erection pressing against her pussy through your underwear and hers, your hands around her waist ... until you slide them down and into the back of her panties. She chuckles as you grasp her buttocks. “One last grope before bedtime, huh?” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise, grinning up at her face as you squeeze her buttocks, subtly grinding your erection against her pussy.
“Off to bed now,” she says gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight, Angie,” you reply, pulling your hands out of her panties.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the covers fall away from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Wow,” you say, staring in awe at them. “I’m never going to get over how beautiful your breasts are, Maisie.”
She smiles happily, then leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers. She opens her mouth slightly, and you open yours ... and your tongues meet each other in a gentle, writhing caress Soon you are in the throes of a deep French kiss, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. You bring your hands around in front of Maisie, grasp her breasts, and begin to fondle and knead them. She moans softly.
You continue to kiss Maisie and grope her bare breasts for several minutes. Eventually, and reluctantly, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says breathlessly, her eyes shining.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is lying on her bed, still fully dressed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “Let me just get undressed.” She gets up, then, as your eyes widen in delight, she pulls her top up and over her head, exposing her bra. Then she unzips her skirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Beautiful!” you gasp, and she winks at you.
Then she reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra, and takes it off.
“Whoa!” you exclaim, staring wide-eyed at her breasts. Much larger than Maisie’s, but rather smaller than Angie’s, they are beautifully shaped, with plump nipples and pale areolas. You look up at her face. “This is new and exciting!”
Alicia giggles. “Well I want the full massage tonight, Hugh. Front and back. I can’t believe Angie showed you her boobs before I did, or that she let you massage them! But I want the same treatment, please. Holy cow, look at that cock!”
You look down, and quickly cover your crotch in embarrassment as you realise the tip of your erection is poking out of the hole in the front of your boxer shorts, between two of the buttons.
Alicia grins. “If I’m going to be showing you everything, Hugh, I think you should do the same. I wanna see that cock.”
This seems like a fair exchange. Biting your lip nervously, you hook your thumbs in the sides of your boxer shorts, and pull them down. Your erect cock pops free, bouncing up and down until it comes to rest, pointing at the wall above Alicia’s head.
Alicia giggles. “That’s a nice cock, Hugh!” she says. “I knew you were pretty big down there, but ... mmmm!” She nods approvingly.
“Your turn,” you say, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Alicia pulls down her panties without hesitation, and stands up straight. Her pussy is shaven completely bald. She seems entirely comfortable with her own nudity, and you can see why: her body is incredible. “Gosh,” you say, in an awed tone. “You’re ... like ... perfect!”
She giggles. “Thank you, Hugh! That’s a nice thing to hear.” She lies down on her bed on her front. “Come on then – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction. Then she adds, “Is that your cock I can feel on my butt?”
You look down. “Um, yeah,” you say, looking at your semi-erect penis nestling in her buttock cleavage. The sight is enough to awaken it out of its temporary wilt, and it rises up from its place of rest. “Sorry. I’ll try to keep it off you.”
She shrugs. “It’s fine,” she says. “Just don’t get any ideas, okay?”
“I won’t,” you assure her.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Getting a little bolder, you let your right hand sink further and further between her buttocks as you continue to knead her left, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. Then you switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Still she has said nothing, so you get a little bolder, gently running your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Back and forth you slide your finger ... until you slide it a little further, and it sinks straight into her vagina.
Alicia squeals. “Hugh!” she gasps. “I can’t believe you just did that!”
You suppress the urge to panic, and continue to gently slide your finger in and out of her. “The front massage is going to get pretty intimate,” you say. “I thought I would just ... test the waters.” Alicia’s vagina feels wonderful around your finger: soft and warm and moist.
“By fingering me?” Alicia demands incredulously. Then she looks back at you, frowning. “Wait – have you done this with Angie?”
“No,” you admit. “But she hasn’t ever been naked for a massage. I’ve done a little more with Tri... your mom.”
“Oh really?” inquires Alicia, her frown deepening. “You fingered my mom?”
“No!” you reply. “I just...” You swallow nervously. “...massaged her pussy until she had an orgasm.”
“Holy shit, Hugh!” Alicia exclaims. “You got Mom off? Damn – she’s really gone off the reservation!”
“It seemed like ... she really needed it,” you add, feeling a little anxious.
“I’m sure she did!” says Alicia, rolling her eyes. “Kenny’s ... well ... fuck Kenny. You know what – I’m glad she’s getting some action from you on the side. She deserves it.”
“So ... you’re not angry?” you ask tentatively.
“Would I still be letting you finger me if I were?” Alicia inquires. “Jeez Hugh, get a clue.” Then she smirks. “So ... I’m the first one of us you’ve fingered?”
“Yup,” you confirm. “First ever, actually.”
“Seriously?” says Alicia. “Wow. Okay, well, get your finger out and I’ll turn over. I want the full experience, Hugh – including the orgasm.”
“Okay!” you say, trying not to sound too excited. You pull your finger out of her, and watch as she turns on to her back.
Alicia smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Aren’t you a lucky boy, Hugh? Living with a bunch of hot women who take their clothes off for you and let you touch their naked bodies.”
“It’s wonderful,” you say, your erection starting to droop. “I’m not sure I’d call myself lucky though. I’d still rather the fire hadn’t happened, and my parents...” You purse your lips.
“Oh God, Hugh, I’m sorry,” says Alicia, appalled at herself. “That was a stupid thing for me to say. Obviously you’ve been through a terrible time. But getting to massage my naked body ... that’s got to take the edge off, right...?”
“Oh gosh yes,” you agree fervently. “Absolutely it does. I never would have imagined getting to do this with such a beautiful young woman.”
Alicia smiles. “So go for it, Hugh. Put your hands on me. Enjoy yourself.”
You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Your internet research on women’s anatomy has taught you about the g-spot, and how to find it, and you give it a try, rubbing the inner wall of Alicia’s vagina, a couple of inches inside the entrance, on the front side (or upper side, since she is lying down). You cannot feel anything different about this spot, but Alicia’s moans tell you that you are doing something right.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Best orgasm ever!” she whispers. “Oh my God. Hugh ... that was incredible. Thank you.”
“I’m so glad!” you say. “You’re welcome!”
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “You rock, Hugh, you know that? If I’d known you were capable of making me feel this way, I’d have let you do that ages ago.” Then her eyes drop to your cock, still erect. “Now lets take care of that, shall we?”
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. To your astonishment, she takes hold of your erection in her right hand, and guides it into her mouth.
“Oh my gosh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock. “Wow! Alicia...”
She is proficient; clearly she has done this before. And you are already highly aroused. It does not take long before the stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis becomes too much, and with a shudder and a groan, you climax and begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “I wouldn’t want to taste of your sperm when you kiss me goodnight,” she says.
“Oh!” you say. “Wow.”
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a few moments. But then she pulls away. “This doesn’t mean we’re going steady,” she tells you gently. “You know we can’t do that, right?”
You nod. “I know.” Then you confess, “I ... I’ve been kissing Maisie like that for a while.”
“I know,” says Alicia. “But she knows the score. She can handle it. The question is, can you?”
You nod. “I can,” you say.
“Good.” She smiles. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You put your boxer shorts back on, then you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says.
You reach around behind her, hike up the back of her dress, and grasp her buttocks through her panties. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies. She lets you massage her bottom for a few moments, then she gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing a t-shirt and white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at the front of her panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of her t-shirt and yours.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, then smirks as you stare in delight at her large, heavy breasts. “Oh, it’s not like you haven’t seen them before, Hugh.” She lies down on top of the bedspread, on her front, now wearing nothing except for her panties.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I need to get dressed. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says.
You stare in delight at her gorgeous naked breasts. Angie and Trisha stare too, though they are less delighted. “What kind of an outfit do you call that?” Trisha demands.
“Panties,” says Alicia casually. “If Maisie can wear her undies to breakfast, I don’t see why I shouldn’t. Do we really have to rehash this conversation?”
“So? It’s plenty warm in here,” says Alicia. “And Hugh’s seen plenty more of me than this.” She grins at them. “I got the ‘total-body’ massage, if you know what I mean.” Then she winks at you.
Trisha looks sharply at you, and you smile sheepishly. You hope Alicia does not go into detail: Angie and Trisha both probably think they know what constitutes a total-body massage, and it is a little different from what you gave Alicia.
Then Trisha sighs. “Fine,” she says. “But don’t even think about coming in here completely naked. It’s not sanitary.”
“Fair enough,” says Alicia.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She stops short, however, when she sees Alicia. “Whoa!” she says. She looks up in surprise at her mother.
“Don’t even think about it,” Trisha warns her.
But Maisie is already pulling her tank-top up over her head. “You can’t let Alicia go topless and not me,” she says, folding up her top and placing it on the counter. You smile happily at her naked breasts.
Angie chuckles. “Well you two are welcome to show off your boobs if you like,” she says, “but I’m quite comfortable as I am.” You pout a little, and Angie smirks. “Although,” she continues, “it might be kinda liberating. Perhaps I’ll give it a go.”
“Angie!” gasps Trisha, as Angie pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, exposing her large and beautiful breasts.
“Oh Mom,” says Angie, “lighten up. We’ve all got boobs, and Hugh’s seen them all already. You should consider shedding that dress.” She unzips her miniskirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Yeah, Mom!” says Alicia, grinning. “Take it off!”
Trisha is starting to look a little upset, and you feel compelled to intervene. “Hey, please don’t put pressure on your mom,” you tell Angie and Alicia gently. “This is hard enough for her to adapt to as it is. This is about being comfortable with each other; let’s not start making each other UNcomfortable.” You turn to Trisha. “I love that pretty sundress, Trisha – I’d be more than happy for you to keep it on.”
She smiles at you warmly. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “Once again, you seem to know exactly the right thing to say.”
“I didn’t mean to put pressure on you, Mom,” says Angie sincerely. “I’m sorry if you felt that way.”
“It’s okay, honey,” says Trisha. “If you three want to go topless, I guess I have no objection. But I’d prefer to remain dressed around you, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” say Angie and Alicia, and Maisie nods.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. Unable to resist temptation, you reach into her cleavage, and slip your hand inside her bra. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then your hand slips back out of her bra as she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing a form-fitting t-shirt, with apparently no bra underneath, and a loose miniskirt that stops just short of mid-thigh. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you. “Morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, honey!” says Trisha.
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says.
You stare in delight at her gorgeous naked breasts. Angie and Trisha stare too, though they are less delighted. “What kind of an outfit do you call that?” Trisha demands.
“Panties,” says Alicia casually. “If Maisie can wear her undies to breakfast, I don’t see why I shouldn’t. Do we really have to rehash this conversation?”
“So? It’s plenty warm in here,” says Alicia. “And Hugh’s seen plenty more of me than this.” She grins at them. “I got the ‘total-body’ massage, if you know what I mean.” Then she winks at you.
Trisha looks sharply at you, and you smile sheepishly. You hope Alicia does not go into detail: Angie and Trisha both probably think they know what constitutes a total-body massage, and it is a little different from what you gave Alicia.
Then Trisha sighs. “Fine,” she says. “But don’t even think about coming in here completely naked. It’s not sanitary.”
“Fair enough,” says Alicia.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties and a white tank-top of such thin, sheer, clingy material that it conforms to the exact shape of her breasts, and you can see the little bumps of her nipples and the outline of her areolas. She stops short, however, when she sees Alicia. “Whoa!” she says. She looks up in surprise at her mother.
“Don’t even think about it,” Trisha warns her.
But Maisie is already pulling her tank-top up over her head. “You can’t let Alicia go topless and not me,” she says, folding up her top and placing it on the counter. You smile happily at her naked breasts.
Angie chuckles. “Well you two are welcome to show off your boobs if you like,” she says, “but I’m quite comfortable as I am.” You pout a little, and Angie smirks. “Although,” she continues, “it might be kinda liberating. Perhaps I’ll give it a go.”
“Angie!” gasps Trisha, as Angie pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, exposing her large and beautiful breasts.
“Oh Mom,” says Angie, “lighten up. We’ve all got boobs, and Hugh’s seen them all already. You should consider shedding that dress.” She unzips her miniskirt, pulls it down, and steps out of it.
“Yeah, Mom!” says Alicia, grinning. “Take it off!”
Trisha is starting to look a little upset, and you feel compelled to intervene. “Hey, please don’t put pressure on your mom,” you tell Angie and Alicia gently. “This is hard enough for her to adapt to as it is. This is about being comfortable with each other; let’s not start making each other UNcomfortable.” You turn to Trisha. “I love that pretty sundress, Trisha – I’d be more than happy for you to keep it on.”
She smiles at you warmly. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says. “Once again, you seem to know exactly the right thing to say.”
“I didn’t mean to put pressure on you, Mom,” says Angie sincerely. “I’m sorry if you felt that way.”
“It’s okay, honey,” says Trisha. “If you three want to go topless, I guess I have no objection. But I’d prefer to remain dressed around you, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” say Angie and Alicia, and Maisie nods.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says.
You reach around behind her, hike up the back of her dress, and grasp her buttocks through her panties. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies. She lets you massage her bottom for a few moments, then she gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you stare hungrily at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
“Oh, I’ll never get used to this,” Trisha mutters. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her smaller, but equally gorgeous breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. Her breasts are the smallest of all, but still beautiful. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. Unable to resist temptation, you reach into her cleavage, and slip your hand inside her bra. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then your hand slips back out of her bra as she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you stare hungrily at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
“Oh, I’ll never get used to this,” Trisha mutters. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her smaller, but equally gorgeous breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. Her breasts are the smallest of all, but still beautiful. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “I guess ... you might as well come with me ... and watch me undress, if you like.”
“Yes please!” you say.
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she takes off her shoes, then her dress, then her bra, and finally her panties. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage six pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you tell her.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a clean pair of flower-patterned panties, and nothing else. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties and breasts. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
You take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to her pussy. To Trisha’s credit, she does not flinch at all, even when your fingers briefly slip between her labia. Withdrawing your hand, you repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then you take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples through her t-shirt.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her chest. “The fact that I let you massage my breasts doesn’t mean you can grab them at any time,” she tells you reproachfully.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, slipping your fingers beneath the leg-hole seams to access more of her buttock flesh.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her bottom. “There’s a time and a place, Hugh,” she says disapprovingly.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s breasts; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you begin browsing, noticing that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you wander past the checkout, Sonya smiles at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says, smiling a little shyly. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse through which you can clearly see her bra, and a miniskirt that does not even reach mid-thigh.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! I’m so happy to see you in one of your new outfits!”
She blushes. “I’m glad you approve,” she says. Then she adds, hopefully, “Do you need help with anything?”
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her skirt-clad bottom is level with your face. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently suck her lower lip between yours. Then, as you continue to kiss her, you reach out with your right hand, and slip it into her cleavage, then inside her dress, and into the left cup of her bra. Grasping her breast and gently squeezing it, you kiss her for a few moments longer, then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Better be careful,” says Trisha, amused, “or you’ll be walking into the office with an embarrassingly large bulge in your pants.”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “You’re going to get me into trouble!”
But she does not sound annoyed. Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re a naughty boy.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth ... and as you press your lips against hers, she responds, kissing you hesitantly at first, and then more determinedly. She opens her mouth, and you find her tongue with yours. You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina...
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
She tugs her skirt down, looking embarrassed. “Sorry,” she says. “I let that get a bit out of control.”
“Why are you sorry?” you inquire. “I’d have been quite happy for it to have got way more out of control than that.”
Sonya laughs ruefully. “Me too, Hugh,” she says. “I’m just trying to be good. But don’t think I haven’t fantasised about letting you just go ahead and do whatever you want to me.”
“You have?” you ask her in surprise.
She nods, blushing. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that, should I?”
“I’m glad you did, though,” you tell her. “Sonya, you deserve so much better than Carl. You know ... I’d be a really good boyfriend...”
“Dear Hugh,” she says affectionately. “I’m very fond of you – but we’re at different places in our lives. You’re still in high school; I’m looking for a man with a career, who can support me and provide for me. You’ve still got your college years ahead of you...”
“Well, sure, I was just being hypothetical,” you say, bravely hiding your disappointment. “Obviously you need someone who’s a good fit for your situation. Um ... but haven’t you attracted any potential ... alternatives ... yet?”
Sonya nods, and smiles. “A couple, actually. And a few creeps. But Hugh ... I must say ... I’m getting to really enjoy the attention. Even from the creeps, as long as they don’t get too handsy. I ... I actually get quite aroused, just getting dressed in the morning! And walking through the mall, feeling the eyes on me ... I used to hate being looked at – I would much rather fade into the background – but you’ve, I don’t know ... awakened something inside me, I guess. Now I thrill to the thought of how much leg I’m showing. I love the idea that I’m tempting men. My boss has started patting me on the bottom when he comes in in the mornings ... and I have to confess, I have no intention of complaining. I even ... like it!”
“Wow!” you say, impressed.
She sighs. “Carl likes the new me, too. He’s been a little nicer to me lately. You might think it’d be easy to just leave him, but it’s not. We have history – I’ve invested a lot of my life, and myself, into this relationship.” She shrugs. “But he’s still a jerk, a lot of the time, and I can only feel so bad about kissing you and letting you grope me.” She smiles. “This morning – just for a moment – I even considered not putting a bra on. How naughty would that be?”
“I don’t know,” you reply. “Take off your bra, and I’ll give you my honest opinion.” You grin.
She laughs, and her cheeks turn pink. “I didn’t follow through on the idea for a reason, Hugh: my blouse is a little too see-through.”
“Isn’t that what makes it exciting, though?” you ask her. You smile. “I don’t think you’d have mentioned it if you weren’t secretly hoping I would talk you into it.”
Sonya bites her lip. “I don’t know about that,” she says, “but I guess I could give it a try.” She looks around. “Come to the back of the store with me.”
You follow her to the back, where she quickly unbuttons her blouse, and then takes it off to reveal a blue and white bra – a C-cup, you estimate. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps it, and then she pulls the straps off her shoulders and extracts her arms from them, while holding the cups against her breasts. Finally, taking a deep breath, she tosses the bra aside, and stands in front of you with her arms by her sides, studying your face a little nervously.
Her breasts are not perfect. All three of your cousins have perfect breasts, albeit of different sizes, and even Trisha’s older, slightly less firm breasts are things of beauty. Sonya’s breasts, falling roughly midway between Maisie’s and Alicia’s in size, are less pretty than either pair: they are a little less full-looking, a little more teardrop-shaped, a little pointier.
And yet – her pale skin is flawless, her nipples are pretty, and she is showing them to you, freely. If they fall short of perfection, that is no blemish on Sonya’s awesomeness. You grin, reaching out and taking hold of her breasts. “Wow!” you say. “What a beautiful sight!” You bend your head down, and take her right nipple into your mouth.
“Ohhhh!” she says, surprised but apparently not annoyed. As you suck on her nipple, while squeezing her other breast with your right hand, she places her right hand on the back of your head.
You now lower your hands to her skirt, which you hike up around her waist. Finding the waistband of her panties with your fingers, you slide your hand inside, and cup her pussy. She gasps, but spreads her feet slightly apart. You begin rubbing her labia and clitoris gently, while continuing to suck on her nipple, and she begins moaning softly.
Your left hand now works Sonya’s panties down to her knees, while you slide the middle finger of your right hand up into her vagina. With assurance born of practice, you begin stroking her g-spot, while your thumb massages her clitoris.
“Ohhhh, Hugh!” she gasps. But after another half-minute, she reaches down and pulls her panties back up, while pushing your hands away. “God ... I was really enjoying that!” she confesses ruefully. “But anyone could come in at any time. I don’t want to lose my job.”
You stand up straight. “All right,” you say, smiling. “Let’s see how that blouse looks on you.”
She puts it on, and buttons it up. You can clearly see her breasts through it, with her nipples showing particularly prominently. “Gosh!” you whisper. “That’s so incredibly sexy, Sonya...”
She giggles. “Good!” she says.
“Hmm,” you say thoughtfully. “It just needs...” You reach out, and undo a couple of her buttons. Then you undo another. Her blouse is now open all the way down to her navel. “That’s better.”
“Seriously?” says Sonya, her eyes wide. “You think I should just leave it like this?”
“Well,” you say, “it’s not like your breasts are especially well-hidden anyway. If you lean forward and someone gets a peek at your nipple through the gap in your blouse, would that be so bad?”
She shivers. “No,” she says. “Actually ... that sounds quite exciting...”
“But now,” you continue, “your top half is now way sexier than your bottom half. I think it might be time to get you some even shorter skirts.”
Sonya’s cheeks turn even more pink. “Go and buy me some, Hugh. You know my size. I’ll pay you back.”
“No you won’t,” you tell her firmly. “This is my treat.”
“No, no,” she says, shaking her head. “You bought the last bunch. I just couldn’t...”
“I insist,” you say firmly. “Believe me, Sonya, nobody is going to enjoy them more than I will.”
“Oh I don’t know,” says Sonya mischievously. “I think I’m going to enjoy wearing them more than you might imagine. But thank you – I gratefully accept your kind offer. Just make sure my butt’s covered, please – I don’t want to look like I just stepped out of a porno movie.”
“Understood,” you say, nodding.
You leave her shop, and hurry to Young & Reckless, a clothes shop you have passed by many times but never entered. Its clothes are aimed at teenagers and young women, and it boasts an abundance of very short miniskirts. You buy five, of various colours, all of which (you hope) will just cover Sonya’s bottom. Then you head back to her shop.
Sonya is back behind the counter. “Thank you!” she says, as you hand her the bag of skirts. She pulls out a pale blue one. “Ohhh – this really is short, isn’t it?”
“Try it on,” you encourage her.
She glances nervously at the door, then she quickly unzips her skirt, and lets it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she steps into the blue skirt, pulls it up around her hips, and then fastens the clasp and zips it up. Her eyes wide, she feels it at the back. “God, this is the shortest skirt I’ve ever worn!” She steps back from the counter. “How do I look?”
“Sensational!” you tell her honestly. “The sexiest bookworm on the planet. Your legs ... your breasts ... gosh ... I may have to keep reminding myself to breathe!”
She laughs happily. “Good!” she says. “Thank you Hugh – you’ve brought me out of my shell in a big way!”
“So it seems!” you agree. “And yet you’re still the same sweet, kind young woman who was so nice to me when I first moved here. You’ll find your perfect man soon enough, I’m sure.”
“Thanks Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She squeals. “Hugh!” she exclaims. “What are you doing?” She clamps her legs together, and reaches down to push your hand away.
“Sorry,” you say, not very sincerely, as she comes down the step ladder with your book.
“So you should be!” she says, turning towards you with a disapproving expression. “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she gasps.
“Hugh!” she exclaims. “Did you just take another upskirt photo?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
“Just don’t let anyone else see it,” she says sternly, as she comes down the step ladder with your book. She turns to face you, and adds, “You’re a very naughty boy, Hugh.” But she does not really seem annoyed.
You take her in your arms, bending your head to kiss her neck. Then you slide your hands down to her bottom, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them through her skirt. She sighs contentedly, and you take that as permission to keep kissing her neck, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You kiss a path up to her cheek, and across to her mouth, but she pulls away, patting your shoulders. “That’s enough, naughty boy,” she scolds you gently. “I need to get back behind the counter.”
“Pity,” you say, grinning. You follow Sonya to the counter, and spend the rest of the morning talking pleasantly with her, only occasionally being interrupted by the arrival of prospective customers.
At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Sure,” she says. She gets up from the bed, and takes off her dress, revealing her bra and panties. Then she puts on the dress she has been working on.
“Very nice!” you say. “Can I take some photos, for the website?”
“Sure,” she says. “Let me just pretty myself up.”
You fetch Kenny’s camera, and when Trisha is ready, you take some more photos of her, in various poses.
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I should go and put these on the site. See you later!”
You return to the living room, where you download the photos, and put the best ones on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
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As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds the bulge in your boxer shorts. Stroking it, she whispers, “Are you horny, Hugh? Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She fishes your erection out of your boxer shorts, and takes hold of the shaft. As she starts to pump it, she kisses the back of your neck.
Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, then lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom, until you reach the waistband of her panties. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties and begin thoroughly kneading her buttocks. “Jeez, I might as well be naked,” she mutters.
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
“No,” says Angie. “You’ll presumably be needing me to turn over next, right...?”
“Indeed,” you say, withdrawing your hands. “Go ahead.”
Angie turns over on to her back, and you smile at the sight of her voluptuous breasts as they settle, spreading sideways and flattening a little.
“Okay!” you say, trying not to show how delighted you are. As you climb on top of Angie, however, your erection betrays you.
“Having fun?” asks Angie, nodding at your boxer shorts.
“Sorry,” you say, embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” she replies with a shrug.
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Since she does not seem to mind this, you get a little bolder, taking more and more of her breasts in your hands. Then, sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smirking a little.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly, which, you note, is not very well-toned; Angie is not as big of a fan of exercise as her sisters. But her skin is lovely and smooth and soft, and she sighs happily as you gently massage her.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem from just above her knees, upward toward her panties.
As your thumbs reach her groin, she clears her throat. “Better stop there, though, dude; I dread to think where you’d be going next.”
You climb off her. “I suppose that’s it, then.”
“I guess so,” says Angie, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks again, Hugh – once again, that was an amazing massage. Come on, give me a hug.” She stands up and steps towards you, her arms out, not attempting to cover her breasts.
You hug her warmly, her breasts pressing up against your chest, your erection pressing against her pussy through your underwear and hers, your hands around her waist ... until you slide them down and into the back of her panties. She chuckles as you grasp her buttocks. “One last grope before bedtime, huh?” she says.
“Sorry,” you apologise, grinning up at her face as you squeeze her buttocks, subtly grinding your erection against her pussy.
“Off to bed now,” she says gently, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight, Angie,” you reply, pulling your hands out of her panties.
You leave her room and return to your own. Feeling very horny, you masturbate to an intense orgasm, catching your semen in a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the covers fall away from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Wow,” you say, staring in awe at them. “I’m never going to get over how beautiful your breasts are, Maisie.”
She smiles happily, then leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers. She opens her mouth slightly, and you open yours ... and your tongues meet each other in a gentle, writhing caress Soon you are in the throes of a deep French kiss, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. You bring your hands around in front of Maisie, grasp her breasts, and begin to fondle and knead them. She moans softly.
You continue to kiss Maisie and grope her bare breasts for several minutes. Eventually, and reluctantly, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says breathlessly, her eyes shining.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
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When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says.
You reach around behind her, hike up the back of her dress, and grasp her buttocks through her panties. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies. She lets you massage her bottom for a few moments, then she gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
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You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks outside her panties, then you slide your fingers under the leg-seams, so that you can grasp and knead more of her buttock-flesh.
“Very much!” you confirm, eagerly squeezing and caressing her slippery buttocks. Eventually you withdraw your hands from her panties, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked breasts. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
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You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
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You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
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“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you stare hungrily at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
“Oh, I’ll never get used to this,” Trisha mutters. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her smaller, but equally gorgeous breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. Her breasts are the smallest of all, but still beautiful. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. Unable to resist temptation, you reach into her cleavage, and slip your hand inside her bra. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then your hand slips back out of her bra as she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you stare hungrily at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
“Oh, I’ll never get used to this,” Trisha mutters. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her smaller, but equally gorgeous breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. Her breasts are the smallest of all, but still beautiful. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “I guess ... you might as well come with me ... and watch me undress, if you like.”
“Yes please!” you say.
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she takes off her shoes, then her dress, then her bra, and finally her panties. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
Angie drives you to Connelly Lake State Park, where the two of you apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot. Then you follow the narrow path into the preserve.
The trail looping around the wetlands is only a couple of miles in length, but it takes you and Angie a long time to complete it, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage seven pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you tell her.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a clean pair of flower-patterned panties, and nothing else. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties and breasts. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
You take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to her pussy. To Trisha’s credit, she does not flinch at all, even when your fingers briefly slip between her labia. Withdrawing your hand, you repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then you take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples through her t-shirt.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her chest. “The fact that I let you massage my breasts doesn’t mean you can grab them at any time,” she tells you reproachfully.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires sardonically, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, slipping your fingers beneath the leg-hole seams to access more of her buttock flesh.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and removes your hands from her bottom. “There’s a time and a place, Hugh,” she says disapprovingly.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “All right – well, I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s breasts; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently suck her lower lip between yours. Then, as you continue to kiss her, you reach out with your right hand, and slip it into her cleavage, then inside her dress, and into the left cup of her bra. Grasping her breast and gently squeezing it, you kiss her for a few moments longer, then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Better be careful,” says Trisha, amused, “or you’ll be walking into the office with an embarrassingly large bulge in your pants.”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Jeez, Hugh, do you just want me to get them out so you can have a play?”
Your eyes widen. “Would you mind...?”
She smiles, then she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and scoops her breasts out of her bra.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds the bulge in your boxer shorts. Stroking it, she whispers, “Are you horny, Hugh? Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She fishes your erection out of your boxer shorts, and takes hold of the shaft. As she starts to pump it, she kisses the back of your neck.
Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers, smooths them out, then lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work her back muscles, then move outward from her left shoulder, down her left arm, all the way to her hand. Pouring some more oil into your hand, you repeat the procedure for her right arm, then you return to her spine and work your way down her back, towards her bottom, until you reach the waistband of her panties. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you pour some more oil, then you start massaging her bare feet, before moving up her ankles to her calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her panties. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then start massaging her bottom, with one hand on each buttock.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You rub some more oil into your palms and fingers, then you slide both hands into the back of her panties and begin thoroughly kneading her buttocks. “Jeez, I might as well be naked,” she mutters.
“Shall I take your panties off?” you suggest. “They’re a bit in the way, and they’re getting quite soaked with the oil.”
Angie hesitates. “I’ve been resisting this ... but I know what you’ve been doing for Mom and Alicia. I have to confess, I’m curious as to what the fuss is all about. But it just seems ... kinda outrageous ... to let you touch me like that.”
“I know what you mean,” you acknowledge. “But so is letting me massage your breasts and bottom. It’s all about whether the benefits outweigh the inappropriateness, I suppose. And I think your mom and Alicia would say that they do. What I suggest is, you give it a try. If you decide afterwards that it was simply too weird for you, we won’t do it again. But I think you owe it to yourself to at least make an informed decision.”
Angie chuckles. “There you go again, Mister Smooth Talker. All right, you’ve talked me into it. Go ahead and take my panties off.”
Grinning excitedly, you take hold of the sides of Angie’s panties, and pull them down her legs as you walk your knees backwards towards her feet. Eventually you have to reach behind your back and pull her panties through the archway made by your thighs, in order to get them down to her ankles and off her feet. But now, at last, Angie is naked.
You shuffle forward again, and resume massaging her bottom. Then you pull her buttocks apart, and eagerly take your first look at her puckered anus, and the slit of her vagina down below. You are tempted to slide your slippery middle finger straight inside her, but you do not want to scare her off. So you merely knead her buttocks, working your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and, after a short pause, Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her pussy. “You shave too!”
“Eddie likes it,” says Angie. Then she groans. “Ugh – how will I explain this to him?”
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then hesitate. “Angie, it’s not too late to change your mind,” you tell her. “I’m sensitive to your situation. Alicia doesn’t have a boyfriend right now, so it’s different for her. Your mom is married, obviously ... but I get the impression she doesn’t really love Kenny. For you, it’s different. If you want to back out, I’ll totally understand.”
Angie sighs. “That’s very sweet of you, Hugh. But I guess my situation is not as different as you might think. Eddie’s a long way away, and I’m frustrated. This is a platonic massage, that will just happen to have the benefit of getting me off. In many ways, it’s ideal. But I still feel guilty.”
“Okay,” you say, nodding. “Well, I’ll proceed, but if at any point you get cold feet, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Thank you,” says Angie. “I will.”
Sitting astride Angie’s thighs, you re-oil your hands, and then start massaging Angie’s upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smirking a little.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. She sighs contentedly.
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it.
“Is this okay, Angie?” you ask quietly.
“Yes!” she gasps, her eyes closed. “Don’t talk, Hugh.”
You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now; she has lost all sense of shame in front of you.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “That was insane! Alicia was right – you’re a miracle worker. It’s like you understand my body better than I do...”
“I’m so happy you enjoyed it!” you tell her, smiling. “All I wanted was to make you feel good.”
“I feel ... amazing,” sighs Angie. She puts her hands behind her head, and looks down at you in amusement. “I know you’re just playing with my vagina now ... but I don’t even care. Have your fun. Jeez, look at that boner though – you must be dying to rub one out!”
You look down at the bulge in your boxer shorts. “Pretty much,” you admit.
“Well feel free,” says Angie, still rather breathless. “I’d like to see it anyway. After all, you’ve seen everything of me, now. It’s only fair.”
“All right,” you say, blushing a little. You pull your fingers out of her vagina, then you tug your boxer shorts down to your knees, freeing your erection.
“Nice!” says Angie, smiling and nodding with approval. “That’s an outstanding cock, Hugh.”
“Thank you,” you reply, your blush deepening. You begin to massage it, while Angie watches, intrigued. She starts to close her thighs, but you reach out and stop her. “Wait ... please?”
Angie chuckles. “All right, Hugh, feast your eyes.”
You slowly pump the shaft of your cock as you hold it horizontal, pointing directly at Angie’s pussy, and a little over six inches away. Then you shuffle forward a bit, and lean towards her, until the head of your cock touches her clitoris. Your excitement mounting, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia.
“You’re playing a dangerous game there, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breasts heaving as her breathing quickens.
“Can I cum on your pussy?” you ask her hopefully.
“Risky,” she says. “I’m not on birth control.”
“You’re not?” you ask in surprise. “You don’t ... you know ... with Eddie?”
“He wears condoms,” Angie explains. “The pill messes up my hormones; it has some unpleasant effects on me. Fortunately Eddie’s very understanding, and doesn’t seem to mind donning a rubber each time we have sex.”
“Oh,” you say. “So ... I shouldn’t?”
Angie shrugs. “Awww, go ahead,” she says. “I’ll wipe myself off real well; it’ll be fine.”
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She starts in surprise, but then responds, cautiously at first, and then with tongue as you eagerly try to push yours between her lips. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, apparently as into the kiss as you are, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, and start pushing it inside. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Is this okay?” you ask her tentatively, with one knuckle buried inside her.
“Yeah,” she concedes. “I love having my butthole played with, actually.” Then she resumes kissing you, and you sink your finger into her rectum as far as it will go.
Three minutes later, Angie breaks off from kissing you. “Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop before you end up inside me.”
“Okay,” you agree reluctantly. “I suppose we should. But I hope you enjoyed the massage and the orgasm, anyway.”
“I enjoyed all of it, Hugh,” Angie confesses. “I’m still enjoying it. But I have a boyfriend, and you and I are perilously close to having sex. And I’m so frigging horny right now, I’m desperate to just grab your cock and stick it inside me. So please ... leave?”
You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her. But right now, you know, she will love you more if you are strong for her. “Okay,” you say, pulling your finger out of her anus and climbing off her. You pull your boxer shorts up, and walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the covers fall away from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Wow,” you say, staring in awe at them. “I’m never going to get over how beautiful your breasts are, Maisie.”
She smiles happily, then leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers. She opens her mouth slightly, and you open yours ... and your tongues meet each other in a gentle, writhing caress Soon you are in the throes of a deep French kiss, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. You bring your hands around in front of Maisie, grasp her breasts, and begin to fondle and knead them. She moans softly.
You continue to kiss Maisie and grope her bare breasts for several minutes. Eventually, and reluctantly, you pull away. “Goodnight, Maisie,” you say.
“Goodnight, Hugh!” she says breathlessly, her eyes shining.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Feeling rather horny, you begin to masturbate, and a few minutes later you climax into a tissue, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says.
You reach around behind her, hike up the back of her dress, and grasp her buttocks through her panties. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies. She lets you massage her bottom for a few moments, then she gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Wow!” you say, staring at her naked breasts. “Oh Maisie ... you are so incredibly gorgeous and sexy!”
She giggles, and smiles at you shyly. “Good morning to you too, Hugh,” she says. She gets up, walks over to you, and puts her arms around your neck as you wrap yours around her waist. Then she plants her lips on yours, and as you open your mouth slightly, you feel her tongue slipping between your lips. You meet it with your own tongue, relieved that you have already brushed your teeth this morning. Judging by how she tastes, so has Maisie.
You slide your hands down to her buttocks, and give them a squeeze through her panties. Breaking off from the kiss, she squeals, then giggles. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you stare hungrily at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
“Oh, I’ll never get used to this,” Trisha mutters. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her smaller, but equally gorgeous breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. Her breasts are the smallest of all, but still beautiful. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. Unable to resist temptation, you reach into her cleavage, and slip your hand inside her bra. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then your hand slips back out of her bra as she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you stare hungrily at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
“Oh, I’ll never get used to this,” Trisha mutters. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her smaller, but equally gorgeous breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. Her breasts are the smallest of all, but still beautiful. She pours herself some coffee, then drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “I guess ... you might as well come with me ... and watch me undress, if you like.”
“Yes please!” you say.
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she takes off her shoes, then her dress, then her bra, and finally her panties. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, dragging her skirt upwards, until her panties come into view. Then you cup her pussy through her panties, and begin to gently massage it, as her breathing grows heavier. When you try to get your hand inside her panties, however, she stops you. “Let’s save something for later, okay Hugh?” she says.
“Sure,” you reply. “Sorry.”
When you arrive at the parking lot, you and Angie apply sunscreen and bug spray, then you follow the narrow path into the preserve. It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage seven pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Oh! Okay,” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her sports bra top, her panties, and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Oh Maisie, you’re so sexy!” you tell her.
She giggles, and blushes. “Thank you,” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road to the start of the trail.
Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is wearing a clean pair of flower-patterned panties, and nothing else. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her panties and breasts. Then you ask, “Want to...
play a video game with me?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
You take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to her pussy. To Trisha’s credit, she does not flinch at all, even when your fingers briefly slip between her labia. Withdrawing your hand, you repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then you take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt. When she does not object, you reach down, and pull her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, which you then grasp and begin to massage.
She chuckles. “Bored of birdwatching, are we?” she inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Then kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re topless in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties. Since she does not say anything, you pull her panties down to her ankles, and reach around her right thigh to stroke her pussy, while the fingers of your left hand explore between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her panty-clad bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and wiggles her hips for you. Then she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. Occasionally you steal sidelong peeks at Maisie’s breasts; she does not seem to notice this.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches.”
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently suck her lower lip between yours. Then, as you continue to kiss her, you reach out with your right hand, and slip it into her cleavage, then inside her dress, and into the left cup of her bra. Grasping her breast and gently squeezing it, you kiss her for a few moments longer, then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Better be careful,” says Trisha, amused, “or you’ll be walking into the office with an embarrassingly large bulge in your pants.”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Not this one, sorry – it wouldn’t fit. Besides, it’s not ready to wear yet.”
“Okay,” you reply. “Well, I guess I should leave you to it, then.”
“Awww ... come and talk to me for a bit,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you try and fail to keep yourself from glancing frequently at her cleavage.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Jeez, Hugh, do you just want me to get them out so you can have a play?”
Your eyes widen. “Would you mind...?”
She smiles, then she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and scoops her breasts out of her bra.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch some more episodes of The Walking Dead. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds the bulge in your boxer shorts. Stroking it, she whispers, “Are you horny, Hugh? Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She fishes your erection out of your boxer shorts, and takes hold of the shaft. As she starts to pump it, she kisses the back of your neck.
Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
“Careful, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breathing quickening as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, and you resume sliding your cock back and forth.
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She responds eagerly, her tongue entwining with yours. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, which you then push deep into her rectum. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop...”
“I know,” you whisper, slowly thrusting your cock along the groove between her labia. You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her, but you know the time is not yet right. You pull your finger out of her anus, and climb off her. Then, having tugged your boxer shorts back up, you walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. Her bare shoulders imply that she is topless. She smiles at you, and pats the edge of her bed. “Come to give me a goodnight kiss?” she asks coyly.
You nod, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the covers fall away from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Wow,” you say, staring in awe at them. “I’m never going to get over how beautiful your breasts are, Maisie.”
She smiles happily, then leans forward, putting her arms around your neck. You wrap your own arms around her back, holding her close as you press your lips against hers. She opens her mouth slightly, and you open yours ... and your tongues meet each other in a gentle, writhing caress Soon you are in the throes of a deep French kiss, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. You bring your hands around in front of Maisie, grasp her breasts, and begin to fondle and knead them. She moans softly.
But your conscience is pricking you, and you pull away. “Maisie,” you say, “things have ... escalated ... a bit, with your mom and sisters.”
She grimaces. “I know,” she says. “You’ve been giving them orgasms.”
You nod. “Yes, that ... and there’s more. Each one of them has been ... reciprocating ... in some form or other.”
“I know Alicia’s sucked your cock,” says Maisie. “What ... what have Mom and Angie done?”
“Angie let me cum on her pussy,” you say, your cheeks turning red. “And your mom ... um ... gave me a hand-job...”
“Eww!” says Maisie, shuddering.
“And I’m telling you this,” you continue in a hurry, “not because I want the same thing from you ... though don’t think I haven’t thought about that ... but because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. I love you, and I want to be honest with you.”
Maisie nods. “Has it occurred to you that maybe there are some things I might not want to know?”
You sigh. “I can understand that,” you say. “But I don’t want to be in the position of deciding what you should or shouldn’t know. What if I got it wrong?”
Maisie shrugs. “Just don’t tell me what you do with my mom and sisters, I guess. It ... it kinda hurts.”
You take her hands, and squeeze them. “I know we’ve agreed that we can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend,” you say, “but I can’t expect you not to have feelings. I totally get it. And I don’t want to hurt you. Perhaps you and I should just ... cool it. The closer we get, the harder this is going to be on you, and I desperately don’t want to turn sister against sister. I’d sooner leave this house and never come back.”
“Don’t do that!” says Maisie, alarmed. “And I don’t want to ‘cool it’. I want more of you, Hugh, not less!” She sighs. “It’s hard, yes, to hear about what you do with Mom and Angie and Alicia. And maybe you should get a girlfriend. But I can’t help wanting you, Hugh! If I have to share you ... then I will just have to handle that. But please don’t leave me out – that would be just the worst!”
You lean forward, and kiss her. “I’m not going to do any such thing unless we both agree it’s for the best,” you assure her. “If you want to keep things as they are, then that’s what we’ll do.”
“And if I want ... to escalate?” she asks, looking a little apprehensive.
You smile. “Well I’ve been kind of wondering why you haven’t asked me for a massage,” you say.
“I’ve thought about it,” says Maisie. “I even bought my own baby oil.” She nods toward her bedside cabinet. “But I don’t want to just become part of your little massage club, Hugh. I want what we have to be different. Special.”
You nod. “I understand,” you say. “Did you have something specific in mind...?”
Maisie bites her lip. “I ... I think I want to ... have sex.”
“Oh!” you say. “Wow. I ... that’s quite a step! Are you sure it’s a good idea...?”
“I don’t care if it’s a good idea,” says Maisie. “It’s what I want.”
The idea is undeniably exciting ... but also a little scary. “Maisie,” you say awkwardly, “I’ve never actually ... done it before. I’m a virgin.”
“So am I,” says Maisie.
You nod. “Um ... are you on the pill?”
“No,” Maisie admits.
“And I don’t have any condoms,” you tell her ruefully.
“Could you, you know, pull out...? Before you cum?” Maisie suggests, her cheeks very pink.
You grin sheepishly. “I could try,” you say. “But I’ll probably be so excited that I’ll explode as soon as I get inside you. Sorry. I know that doesn’t sound like it’ll be a great experience. I’m just being honest.”
“Alicia says the first time always sucks,” says Maisie, with a shrug. “But we’ve got to get it over with, right? I just don’t want to get pregnant from it.” She putses her lips. “What if we tried ... anal...?”
You stare at her in surprise. “Seriously?” you say. “You want to do that?”
Maisie hesitates, then nods. “I know that I want you inside me,” she says. “And that I want something my sisters haven’t done with you. If regular sex is too risky ... I think this might be a good alternative.”
“But ... it’s your bum!” you say. “It might ... you know ... hurt...”
“So will our first time having regular sex,” says Maisie. “At least this way I won’t get pregnant. And the baby oil should help, right? If we use plenty?”
You nod. “Wow. You really want to do this, Maisie? Like, right now?”
Maisie’s eyes widen, but she nods. “I know you’ll be gentle,” she says.
“I will,” you assure her. “But...” You sigh. “There’s just one problem.” You stand up, and pull your boxer shorts down. Your cock, almost fully erect, springs up, pointing towards Maisie’s chest.
Maisie shakes her head. “I still want to do it.” She pulls back the covers, revealing her flower-printed panties, and lies down on her back. “Do you ... do you want to undress me, Hugh?”
“Yes please!” you say. Smiling at her, you take hold of her panties, and slowly pull them down as she lifts her bottom off the bed. Her pussy, like that of her sisters, is completely shaved. “Wow,” you say. “Your pussy is so pretty – but I’m surprised to see that all three of you shave!”
Maisie blushes. “Actually, I didn’t start shaving until a couple days ago.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What made you start?”
She casts her eyes downward. “I know my sisters shave,” she says. “And when I decided I was going to let you see me naked soon ... well ... I didn’t want to seem all hairy by comparison...”
You pat her thigh affectionately. “Oh Maisie,” you say. “It wouldn’t have mattered to me in the slightest. You can keep it shaved or grow it back, as far as I’m concerned.”
“Thank you,” she says, smiling. “Do you want to grab the baby oil?”
“Sure,” you say, and you fetch the bottle from her bedside cabinet. “Do you want to get on your hands and knees?”
She bites her lip. “Um,” she says, “Do you think ... would it be possible to do it ... facing each other?”
“I’m not sure!” you tell her candidly. “This’ll be my first time having sex, anal or otherwise, so I’m just sort of winging it. Let’s try it, anyway. I’m guessing you’ll have to lift your knees up pretty high.”
Shyly, Maisie lifts her knees up until they are almost touching her chest. Then she spreads her thighs apart.
You stare lustfully at her pussy, vaginal opening, and anus. “God that’s beautiful,” you say with a happy sigh. “May I ... kiss you down there?”
Maisie giggles. “If you like,” she says.
You bend down, and softly kiss her vulva. Then you kiss it again, and again, moving around a little so that you give attention to both labia and her clit. You stick your tongue out, and give her clitoris a little lick. It tastes salty and a little sharp, but quite pleasant. She shivers, and you lick her clit again. Then you part your lips around it, and begin sucking it.
“Ohhh...” gasps Maisie. “I like that...”
Soaking her pussy with your saliva, you run your tongue down her groove to her vagina, and slip it inside a little. Then you lick back up to her clit, and resume sucking it. Bringing your hand up beneath your chin, you gently insert your middle finger into her vagina, and begin stroking her g-spot.
Maisie starts moaning softly with each breath, and her hands grasp the hair on the back of your head, as if she hopes to hold you in place. But you are not planning on going anywhere; Maisie is clearly loving this treatment, and you are only too happy to bring her pleasure in this way.
With her feet in the air, Maisie cannot move her pelvis much, but she seems content to hold still while you suck on her pussy, twirling your tongue around her clit. As you stroke her g-spot faster and faster, you suck harder and lick faster, and the combined effects of these stimulations soon bring her to a shuddering climax. Pulling her bedspread across her face and stuffing part of it into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Was that good?” you inquire.
“Was that good!” she laughs breathlessly. “Hugh ... I’ve never felt so good in my life!”
“Was it ... your first orgasm?” you ask her uncertainly.
“No!” she pants. “Of course not. But it was by a long way the best!”
You smile. “Good,” you say. “That makes me happy.”
“Have you done that with ... anyone else?” Maisie inquires.
You shake your head. “Nope – just you.”
“Yay!” says Maisie. “Hugh ... will you please do that only with me? I’d like to have something that’s special for just the two of us. Something you don’t also do with my sisters or my mom.”
You nod. “Okay Maisie,” you agree. “That can be just our thing.”
Maisie sighs happily. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “Will you please fuck me now...?”
“With pleasure!” you say. You pick up the bottle, pour some baby oil into your hand, and thoroughly lube up your erection. Then you pour some more oil, and slather it over Maisie’s pussy and down around her anus.
“You know,” says Maisie idly, “you could totally fuck my vagina right now, even without a condom, and get me pregnant, and I wouldn’t even be mad.”
You chuckle. “You say that now, when you’re still high on your orgasm, but I suspect you’d be upset tomorrow. Maybe at yourself more than me ... but I don’t want you upset at all.”
She nods. “I guess you’re right. Asshole it is, then. Give it to me, Hugh. Fill me up.”
You crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching back with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against her anal sphincter. She looks up at you with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, then she gasps as you begin to push it inward. You feel her tight ring of muscle expand around your encroaching cock, and then you groan with pleasure as your thick shaft slides through the hole into her rectum.
“Ohhh ... oh God!” gasps Maisie.
“Are you okay?” you ask her gently. “Does it hurt?”
“A little, but not much!” she replies. “It’s just ... it’s the weirdest feeling ... but Hugh, I really love it! I love feeling your cock inside me! Oh Hugh ... my love ... I want to do this every night!”
You smile at her, and kiss her, and your tongues commence a passionate dance as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her rectum. It feels like your cock is clad in a warm, smooth, tight glove; the sensation is heavenly. You guess she must have recently emptied her bowels; at any rate, your penis is not bumping into anything unpleasant. Lifting your lips away from hers, you murmur, “I love you, Maisie.”
“I love you too, Hugh!” Maisie gasps. “Fuck me, my darling!”
You increase the pace of your thrusting, but as you predicted, you do not last long. Soon you are shuddering in your own climax, while shooting your semen deep into Maisie’s bowels. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She wraps her legs around your back, and holds you close. “This is the best night of my life,” she whispers. “I don’t care if we can’t be openly together, Hugh. In my head and in my heart, you’re my boyfriend and I’m your girlfriend.”
You cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d like to do this as often as possible,” you tell her gently, “but I can’t completely neglect the others.”
“I know,” says Maisie with a sigh. “Maybe you could visit me in the morning instead, if you’re with someone else the night before.” She giggles. “We could have a quickie.”
“I’m liking this idea!” you tell her, smiling.
“Of course, that does increase the risk of us getting caught,” Maisie muses. “Ugh. God knows what Mom would say if she found out about this. She’d have a meltdown! And Kenny ... yikes! He’d probably kick you out of the house. Or shoot you.”
You shudder. “Well I know he’s not going to hear about it from any of the women in this house,” you say. “But your mom ... I’m not sure we’ll be able to keep it from her for long.”
Maisie nods. Then she says, thoughtfully, “You know, Hugh ... maybe you should just fuck her, too.”
You look at Maisie in surprise. “What?”
“Well admit it,” she says, with only a trace of bitterness, “you want to, right? And I’m sure she wants it, too. And if you fuck her, then she can hardly punish us for having sex, right? It would be completely hypocritical!”
You are stunned. “I guess so,” you concede. “But ... wow. I don’t know if I can talk her into it. It might be a step too far.”
“I have faith in you,” says Maisie lightly.
You look down at her. “Maisie, are you sure you can cope with me doing stuff with your mom and sisters? I mean ... this is obviously far from a normal situation. You deserve an exclusive boyfriend, not someone who hops from one family member to the next.”
“I know,” she acknowledges. “But you’re the one I love, Hugh. And if I have to share you – and it seems that I do – I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share you with than my mom and sisters. I love them all – we’ve always been very close. I can handle this, Hugh. It’s okay, really it is.”
“Okay then,” you say. “Well, I’d better get back to my room before we fall asleep in each other’s arms.”
She pouts. “But that sounds so nice!” she says.
“It does,” you agree. “Not so nice would be getting caught sneaking out of your room in the morning.” You pull your loins away from hers, and your cock slides out of her anus. “Goodnight, my precious Maisie.”
“Goodnight, my darling Hugh!” she replies happily.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing another short sundress with a low-cut neckline that displays an eye-catching amount of cleavage. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
“Yes thank you,” you reply, and you smile happily as she hugs you, pulling your head against her very comfortable chest. “You look beautiful today, Trisha!”
Trisha sighs happily. “Thank you, Hugh,” she says.
You reach around behind her, hike up the back of her dress, and grasp her buttocks through her panties. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too,” she replies. She lets you massage her bottom for a few moments, then she gently disengages from the hug. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at her opening of her vagina, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward ... but only barely.
Maisie gasps, and her eyes widen as she looks up at you. But she says nothing. Grinning, you reposition your cock, a little lower down, and you begin to push, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I can’t even describe how good this feels...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
Trisha glances at her daughter’s chest, and purses her lips. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. She then pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage; her breasts look so large and sumptuous and inviting. Unable to resist temptation, you reach into her cleavage, and slip your hand inside her bra. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then your hand slips back out of her bra as she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Morning, Mom.”
Trisha glances at her daughter’s chest, and purses her lips. “Good morning honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. She then pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it time for my full-body massage, Hugh?” she inquires. “I mean ... I don’t want to presume...”
“Of course!” you say happily. “I’d love to massage you again.”
Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “I guess ... you might as well come with me ... and watch me undress, if you like.”
“Yes please!” you say.
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she takes off her shoes, then her dress, then her bra, and finally her panties. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh.
“Thank you,” she says.
You pick up the bottle of baby oil, then you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees. Oiling up your hands, you begin firmly but gently massaging the muscles of her neck and shoulders.
You massage her left hand, then work your way back up her arm to her shoulder ... and then you do the same for her right arm. Kneading the muscles of her upper back, you massage your way down to the small of her back, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
You smile, and your hands continue to work their magic. Then you decide to...
work on her feet next.
massage her bottom next.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, dragging her skirt upwards, until her panties come into view. Then you cup her pussy through her panties, and begin to gently massage it, as her breathing grows heavier. When you try to get your hand inside her panties, however, she stops you. “Let’s save something for later, okay Hugh?” she says.
“Sure,” you reply. “Sorry.”
When you arrive at the parking lot, you and Angie apply sunscreen and bug spray, then you follow the narrow path into the preserve. It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage seven pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is completely naked. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her bald pussy and her breasts. Then you ask, “Want to have anal sex again?”
She giggles. “So badly! But Mom could come in at any time. Best to stick with our usual activities for the moment.”
“Okay then,” you say. “So shall we...
play a video game?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
You climb off Trisha, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh. You work your way up, coming closer and closer to her bottom; to her credit, she does not even flinch. When your fingers nudge against her buttock, you go back and repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then, after re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands up on to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
You take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
After re-oiling your hands, you slide your hands down to Trisha’s bottom. Massaging her buttocks together, you catch a glimpse of Trisha’s anus each time you pull them apart. Then, after pouring some more oil liberally over her bottom, you take her left buttock in both hands and knead it thoroughly, sinking your right hand into her cleft and firmly rubbing her slippery anus with the edge of your hand. Then you repeat the process for her right buttock.
“That feels nice...” Trisha murmurs.
Taking your hands off her bottom, you climb off her, and proceed to massage her left foot, beginning with her toes. She murmurs happily and unintelligibly as you move on up to her calf. When you reach her knee, you stop and get to work on her right foot.
Then you begin massaging her left thigh, thoroughly working the extensive musculature beneath her skin. As you approach her bottom, your right hand is tucked between her thighs and getting closer and closer to her naked pussy. You can hear her begin to breathe more quickly, though you cannot tell whether this is due to stress or arousal. With repetitive, sensuous movements, you caress the skin of her inner thigh all the way up to her pussy. To Trisha’s credit, she does not flinch at all, even when your fingers briefly slip between her labia. Withdrawing your hand, you repeat the process for her right thigh.
Then you take your hands off her bottom. “Okay!” you say. “Now, could you turn over please?”
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, sitting up and climbing off the bed. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
A minute later, Trisha pulls back. “I should get dressed,” she says, looking quite flushed in the face, “and get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and taking one last long look at her naked body. “See you later.” Then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt. When she does not object, you reach down, and pull her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, which you then grasp and begin to massage.
She chuckles. “Bored of birdwatching, are we?” she inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Then kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re topless in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties. Since she does not say anything, you pull her panties down to her ankles, and reach around her right thigh to stroke her pussy, while the fingers of your left hand explore between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her naked bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and then she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you a beautiful view of her anus and pussy. “Oh wow...” you gasp.
Giggling, she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. Maisie, put some panties on for heaven’s sake!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. At one point, you reach out and put your hand on her thigh, then slowly slide it up to her pussy. As you gently rub her clitoris, however, she stops you. “We can’t get too carried away,” she says. “Mom’ll catch us.”
You sigh regretfully, and nod.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. Maisie, put some panties on for heaven’s sake!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. They are soft, and moist ... you gently suck her lower lip between yours. Then, as you continue to kiss her, you reach out with your right hand, and slip it into her cleavage, then inside her dress, and into the left cup of her bra. Grasping her breast and gently squeezing it, you kiss her for a few moments longer, then pull back and look into her eyes.
“Better be careful,” says Trisha, amused, “or you’ll be walking into the office with an embarrassingly large bulge in your pants.”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “Well it’s a bit revealing,” she says, “but you’ve seen so much of me anyway – I guess it makes no difference.” She gets up from the bed, and takes her dress off. Then, with a rather sheepish grin, she reaches behind her back. “It’s actually supposed to be worn without a bra.”
“I like it already,” you tell her.
“Funny how comfortable I’m getting, being naked in front of you,” remarks Trisha, blushing a little as she drops her bra on the bed.
“Perhaps it’s because you know how much I love your body,” you reply with a smile as you gaze fondly at her large breasts.
Trisha smiles, and nods. “That certainly helps. Anyway, at least I still have my panties on.” She picks up the dress, steps into it, and pulls it up. “This is a little different from my usual creations,” she says. “And I guess I have you to thank for that.”
“Wow!” you exclaim, as she tugs the sleeves into place on her shoulders. “Thats ... quite a dress!”
Trisha blushes. “You see, it seems my customer base has changed,” she says. “Before you started putting photos of me on the website, my customers were mainly young women. Since then, however, as you know, my site traffic has skyrocketed, and the emails I get are almost all from men. And the orders, too – they’re mostly from men wanting to buy sexy dresses for their wives and girlfriends. And the ones that are selling best, of course, are the most revealing ones.”
“Cool!” you say.
“This one,” she says sheepishly, “is a bit of a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. I can’t pull it very far on to my shoulders, so it has a tendency to slip off if I’m not careful. Like this.” She shrugs, and the dress falls off her left shoulder, coming close to exposing her left breast before she catches it and replaces it. Then she shrugs again, and it falls off her right shoulder ... and this time, she is not quick enough, and you catch a glimpse of her right nipple before she fixes it.
“That’s awesome!” you say, delighted.
Trisha chuckles. “Well, it was an accident, but I don’t know – it might be a popular one. With the men. I’m sure the women won’t be too happy! I do feel bad about that. I’m sure they’ll learn to use some tape or something. It’s otherwise quite a nice dress, I think.”
You look at the plunging neckline, and high hemline, and grin. “It certainly is,” you say. “Let’s take some photos – and why not demonstrate its wardrobe malfunction potential?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Hugh,” says Trisha uneasily.
“You’ll have to be candid about it,” you tell her. “Otherwise you’ll be inundated with returns from upset customers. If you’re up front about what can happen, the people who buy it will do so with full knowledge of what it does.”
She nods. “I guess so,” she says. “But Hugh ... are you planning to show my breasts on my website?”
You grin. “Would that be so bad?”
“Hugh, I have friends and family members who occasionally visit the site,” says Trisha. “My Mom, for one. My sister. Her kids, for all I know.”
“Ah, I see your point,” you acknowledge. “No nipples then. But you can’t exactly pretend these aren’t sexy dresses, so I definitely think the pictures have to be sexy – albeit in a PG-13 kind of way. Your family will just need to accept that this is the direction your business is taking ... or else you’ll need to go back to making more conservative dresses.”
Trisha sighs. “You’re very wise, Hugh,” she says. “Okay, I guess some sexy photos are inevitable, since I’m enjoying the improvement in my sales figures. How do you want me?”
“Just sit on the edge of the bed, like that,” you instruct her, as you go to fetch Kenny’s camera.
Over the next few minutes, you take photos of Trisha in a variety of poses, including some where one or other – or both – of the sleeves have fallen off her shoulder. In most of the photos, one or other of her breasts is highly exposed, though she is careful to keep her nipples covered. You also contrive to have her sit in such a way that her panties are often showing as a little white triangle between her thighs.
“Good!” you say eventually. “I think that’s it.” Then you grin. “You know, Trisha, I’d love to see you start wearing dresses like this, as a matter of routine. You look so amazing right now!”
She shivers. “I’m sure Kenny would love that,” she says. “But what would my daughters think...?”
“They all come to breakfast in just their panties!” You point out. “You really think they’re going to make a fuss about you wearing a sexy dress?”
“I guess not,” she concedes. “All right, Hugh, I’ll do it.”
“Yay!” you say happily. You walk over to Trisha and throw your arms around her; this causes her to overbalance and fall backwards on to the bed. But she does not seem to mind this, and hugs you back as you lie down, partly on top of her and partly beside her. You lift your head, and smile down at her. “I love you, Trisha.”
“I love you too, Hugh,” she says softly, putting her hand on your cheek.
You kiss her, tenderly, on the lips, and she responds, putting her hand around the back of your head while she sucks your lower lip between hers. You reach down with your right hand, pull up the hem of her dress a little, and cup her pussy through her panties. As you begin to slowly knead her vulva, she breaks off from the kiss, breathing heavily. “Hugh...”
“Do you fancy another pussy massage?” you ask her gently.
“Feels like you’re already giving me one,” she replies breathlessly. “But yes ... yes please.”
“We’d better get you out of this dress then,” you say. “Wouldn’t want it getting oily.”
“Good point,” she replies, her cheeks flushing.
You help her out of her dress, then out of her panties. Naked, she lies back on the bed, while you fetch her bottle of baby oil. Pouring plenty of oil into your hand, you drizzle it over her pussy, and begin slowly rubbing her labia and clitoris, getting them thoroughly slippery.
“Do you ... do you want me to take care of you too?” Trisha asks, reaching out to rub the bulge in your jeans.
“That would be nice,” you concede. “Thank you. I’ll just get undressed, then...”
You hurriedly unfasten and pull down your jeans, and kick them off along with your shoes. Then you remove your boxer shorts and, as an afterthought, your t-shirt as well. Naked, you lie down next to Trisha, kissing her on the lips while you resume rubbing her pussy. She, meanwhile, takes hold of your cock, and begins to pump the shaft.
As her breathing gets heavier, you kiss her again, slipping your tongue between her lips and running it around the inside of her lower lip. She is grinding her pussy against your fingers, and spreading her thighs apart ... and as you slide your middle finger up and down the groove between her labia, you come closer and closer to her vaginal opening. A few strokes later, your fingertip is dipping inside her ... and since she does not react other than by moaning, you dip deeper, and deeper, until you are rubbing her g-spot. Having developed this technique with her daughters, you begin confidently stimulating her clitoris and g-spot in tandem, using your thumb and middle finger, and the effect on Trisha is immediate and electric. She squeals and arches her back, and as she opens her mouth, you slip your tongue deeper inside, finding and caressing hers.
Her hand on your cock seems to have forgotten what to do, simply gripping and squeezing it instead of sliding up and down. But you do not mind; you are focused very intently on bringing her to orgasm while your tongue is in her mouth. And she is getting very close; you can tell. As your rubbing intensifies, her moans climb in pitch, until she practically screams in ecstasy, the sound muffled by your mouth on hers.
You keep her in a state of climax for as long as you can. Then her body collapses, exhausted, and you climb atop her, inserting your knees between hers, and put your arms around her. She has let go of your cock, which now settles against her pussy, splaying her labia apart.
“Oh my sweet Jesus, Hugh!” Trisha gasps. “It just gets better and better! You’re ... oh my God, you’re so good to me...”
“It’s because I love you,” you reply in her ear, rubbing your cock up and down against her labia and clit, so that it becomes as slippery as her pussy.
“I love you too, Hugh!” she gasps, wrapping her arms and legs around you. “You’re ... wonderful...”
You slide the head of your cock further back with each stroke, until it slips down and becomes lodged in her vaginal opening. With your next forward thrust, it sinks deep inside her.
“Hugh!” Trisha shrieks in alarm.
You pause, with your pelvis pressed firmly against hers, your cock fully buried inside her. “I’m sorry, Trisha,” you say. “I just ... I couldn’t resist. I’ve been wanting to do that for so long... I thought maybe you wanted it too, but perhaps I was just being foolish. Shall I take it out?” You begin to withdraw.
“Wait!” says Trisha breathily. “It’s okay, Hugh, I’m not upset or anything. I just ... it’s a bit of a shock, you know? I mean ... I guess I should have seen it coming ... we’ve gotten so close, and the position we’re in ... I guess it was inevitable. And ... I guess ... I have to be honest ... yes, I’ve been wanting it too. But Hugh, we can’t!” Her voice turns urgent. “It’s so wrong!”
You begin slowly thrusting inside her. “It’s ... complicated,” you correct her. “But we’re not blood relatives...”
“But you’re a minor!” groans Trisha. “And I’m married!”
“Both good points,” you reply. “On the other hand, we love each other and we make each other happy. Does Kenny make you happy, Trisha? Does he fulfil your needs?”
“Oh Hugh, there’s no contest there,” sighs Trisha. “You’re the best lover I’ve ever had...” She stops herself, embarrassed. Then she continues, more urgently. “Hugh, you have to stop – I’m not on the pill!”
“You’re not?” you ask her in surprise. “How come?”
“Kenny and I tried for years to have a baby, but it just didn’t happen,” she says quickly. “I never went back on the pill because if I somehow got pregnant, we’d have been thrilled about it. But it never happened ... and I never had a reason to go back on the pill.”
“Until now,” you say, starting to thrust harder. “Don’t worry, Trisha, I’ll pull out before I cum. I promise.”
“Ahhh, Hugh!” she gasps. “Feels so good ... okay, keep going... Just please keep that promise!”
“I will,” you whisper. “Thank you Trisha!” Gripping her shoulders from beneath, you begin slamming your hips against hers with greater and greater force, while Trisha’s excited moans get louder and louder. With your orgasm imminent, however, you pull out just in the nick of time, as your cock spurts copious quantities of semen all over Trisha’s pussy.
“Oh God!” gasps Trisha. “Thank you...”
The two of you hold each other tightly, your bodies pressing against each other while your penis smushes semen all over Trisha’s pussy and around her vaginal opening. For the next two minutes, neither of you speaks.
Then Trisha breaks the silence. “Was that your first time, Hugh?” she asks gently.
“Not quite,” you reply. “Well, kind of. It was my first time I’ve had ... um ... vaginal sex. I have had anal sex though.”
“Oh!” says Trisha. She swallows nervously. “Was it with one of my daughters?”
“Yes,” you reply, also nervous.
“I wish I could say I’m surprised,” says Trisha with a sigh. “But I know things have been ... building. Was it ... Alicia?
“No,” you say, feeling very uncomfortable.
“Angie?” Trisha asks anxiously.
“No,” you confess.
Trisha gasps. “My baby girl!”
“She’s only a year younger than me,” you say defensively.
Trisha groans. “Of course she is. But ... anal??”
“We both felt we couldn’t risk vaginal sex,” you say. “Anal seemed like a safer option.”
Trisha sighs unhappily. “I guess that was sensible of you both. But Hugh! You just cheated on my daughter ... with me!”
“No!” you say firmly. “It’s not like that at all. Maisie and I both recognise that we can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. I can’t be the boyfriend of any of your daughters. Or of you, obviously. Much as I’d love to be. But it would tear this family apart, and I couldn’t bear that. I can’t belong to any one of you. I belong to you all. I love you all. And I want to make you all happy.”
“But Hugh!” Trisha gasps. “You can’t have sex with all four of us!”
“Well I’ve come pretty close with Angie,” you tell her, “and Alicia’s ... well, giving me a blowjob is as far as she’s been inclined to go, so far, and I don’t want to make any assumptions about her. But my point is ... I love to make all four of you happy. And if having sex with me is what makes you happy, then that’s what I want. But I can’t devote myself to just one of you, and provoke jealousy in the others. If I now go on to have sex with Angie and Alicia – assuming they want it – it will even things up. Restore balance. And hopefully, you’ll all be happy.”
“Hugh, you’re blowing my mind!” Trisha groans. “This is crazy! Absolutely insane! People just don’t do this! Families don’t work this way!” She clutches her beautiful dark hair in her hands. “So ... why is it making a strange kind of sense to me...?”
“Perhaps because, as weird as it is,” you suggest, with a slightly sheepish smile, “it seems to be working...?”
“I think that’s probably it,” Trisha agrees. “I’ve never been happier, frankly. When you entered me ... my mind was shocked, but inside ... I don’t think I’ve ever felt such joy... And the girls ... they can’t stop talking about you, Hugh. They don’t seem jealous of each other. They share stories, compare notes ... and they speculate about whose room you’ll go to that night. And it doesn’t seem to bother them that I’m involved, too. They even tease me about what you’ll do to me during my next massage. I tell them off, but ... oh God ... I feel like a terrible mother!”
“You’re a wonderful mother!” you retort. “How many teenage girls have such an open and honest relationship with their mom? How many are so happy and well-adjusted and kind and loving? You’ve done an amazing job with those girls, Trisha. I’m pretty sure Kenny didn’t have much to do with how well they’ve turned out.” You kiss her on the lips. “There’s no need to be beating yourself up about all this. Let me love you and your daughters in the best way I can, until...”
“Until?” says Trisha. “Until it all falls horribly apart?”
“No,” you reply. “I was going to say ‘until we all go our separate ways’. Angie will be going back to university soon, and eventually all of your little birds will be leaving the nest. We won’t always be living together, so this can only last for so long. But ... there’s something else.”
“Oh?” Trisha inquires.
“Your daughters are of the opinion that I should find myself a girlfriend,” you say. “A girl who doesn’t live in this house.”
“I agree!” says Trisha. “That would certainly ... normalise things.”
“Is that what you want, then?” you ask her softly. “For things to be ... normal?”
“I don’t know,” sighs Trisha. “You’ve got me so turned around, I can’t even think straight.”
“Then may I suggest,” you say, “that we go on as things are, right now, at least for a while. I’ll keep an eye out for a potential girlfriend, and I’ll keep you posted on how that goes. I thought I’d found one, actually – there’s a sweet young woman who works at the mall – but she doesn’t really see me as boyfriend material.”
“That’s a shame,” says Trisha sympathetically. “I’m sorry, honey.” She sighs again. “To be honest, Hugh, I can’t think of a plan better than yours, off the top of my head. As strange as this whole situation is, I can’t deny I’m enjoying your ... attentions ... and while I’d be totally outraged if any other boy were dating all three of my daughters at once ... as well as myself ... you’re not any other boy, Hugh. I love you. And I love my daughters. And as long as you’re careful, and don’t get any of them pregnant ... I’m willing for you to do with them whatever they wish you to do with them. But you and I ... Hugh, we can’t do this again. We can’t have sex. I’m married ... it’s just wrong. I love the massages and the orgasms ... and I don’t want to give them up ... and I’m happy to reciprocate with hand-jobs ... but we can’t have sex again.”
You nod. “That ... that makes me sad, Trisha, but I do understand. Thank you for being so understanding with regard to my relationships with your daughters. I promise I will treat them with the love and respect that they all deserve.”
“I know you will, honey,” says Trisha, and she kisses you tenderly. “Now, you’d better get off me, and go and do some work on my website.”
“Of course,” you say, and you climb stickily off her. The two of you wipe yourselves with tissues, then you get dressed, return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
“And, um ... how’s your family?” you ask her.
“Oh, they’re good,” she says, smiling, and she starts chatting about the latest adventures of her young son, who is clearly the apple of her eye. You laugh, and sympathise, and respond with a story of your own ... and before you know it, fifteen minutes have passed. But Brooke seems to be enjoying your chat.
Eventually she says, “Well, I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“I’m sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I hate to disturb your sleep. I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you get back into bed, your cock is fully erect.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds the bulge in your boxer shorts. Stroking it, she whispers, “Are you horny, Hugh? Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She fishes your erection out of your boxer shorts, and takes hold of the shaft. As she starts to pump it, she kisses the back of your neck.
Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
“Careful, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breathing quickening as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, and you resume sliding your cock back and forth.
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She responds eagerly, her tongue entwining with yours. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, which you then push deep into her rectum. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop...”
“I know,” you whisper, slowly thrusting your cock along the groove between her labia. You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her, but you know the time is not yet right. You pull your finger out of her anus, and climb off her. Then, having tugged your boxer shorts back up, you walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching back with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against her anal sphincter. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You feel her tight ring of muscle expand around your encroaching cock, and then you groan with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her rectum.
“Ohhh God!” gasps Maisie. “This is so good...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her rectum. It feels like your cock is clad in a warm, smooth, tight glove; the sensation is heavenly. Maisie’s moans tell you she is enjoying it too.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, but as you predicted, you do not last long. Soon you are shuddering in your own climax, while shooting your semen deep into Maisie’s bowels. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She wraps her legs around your back, and holds you close. You cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her anus. “Goodnight, my precious Maisie.”
“Goodnight, my darling Hugh!” she replies happily.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
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When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
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You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
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You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at her opening of her vagina, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward ... but only barely.
Maisie gasps, and her eyes widen as she looks up at you. But she says nothing. Grinning, you reposition your cock, a little lower down, and you begin to push, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I can’t even describe how good this feels...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
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“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, Trisha!” he says, staring at his wife. “What the heck is that you’re wearing?”
Trisha turns around, blushing, and her right sleeve slips off her shoulder. She hastily catches and replaces it. “It’s one of my dresses,” she says. “I’ve discovered that the sexier I make them, the better they sell. Probably some flaw in my marketing strategy, I guess...”
“No flaw as far as I’m concerned!” says Kenny, walking over to her and pulling her into a kiss. “Sweetheart, you look great! You should totally wear this kinda thing more often.”
Trisha glances at you. “Um, well, okay, I guess I’ll see what I can do...”
He silences her with another kiss, and slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “The boy’s old enough to know what’s what,” he says. “If he can’t handle the sight of us old farts making out, he can always leave the room.”
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
Kenny turns toward you in amusement. Nodding at Trisha’s right breast while he gives it a hard squeeze, he says, “Hugh, take my advice. Get yourself a woman with a great pair of jugs, like your Aunt Trisha here. They’re a lot of fun to play with.”
You say nothing, but merely stare at him stonily.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breast. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says. She laughs awkwardly. “He can be a little bit crass sometimes.”
“A little bit!” you echo, scowling.
“Just leave it alone,” Trisha urges you. “And remember – he’s just given me the go-ahead to wear dresses like this from now on. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
You brighten. “I certainly will!”
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Mom! God – you’re smokin’ hot today!”
Trisha glances at her daughter’s chest, and chuckles. “I’m still more covered than you are, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. Then her jaw drops. “Mom!”
“Yes yes,” says Trisha impatiently. “Don’t make a fuss.”
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she notices her mother. “Wow Mom!”
“Thank you honey,” says Trisha briskly. “But I’m still the most fully-clothed woman in the room.”
Maisie smirks, then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, Trisha!” he says, staring at his wife. “What the heck is that you’re wearing?”
Trisha turns around, blushing, and her right sleeve slips off her shoulder. She hastily catches and replaces it. “It’s one of my dresses,” she says. “I’ve discovered that the sexier I make them, the better they sell. Probably some flaw in my marketing strategy, I guess...”
“No flaw as far as I’m concerned!” says Kenny, walking over to her and pulling her into a kiss. “Sweetheart, you look great! You should totally wear this kinda thing more often.”
Trisha glances at you. “Um, well, okay, I guess I’ll see what I can do...”
He silences her with another kiss, and slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “The boy’s old enough to know what’s what,” he says. “If he can’t handle the sight of us old farts making out, he can always leave the room.”
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
Kenny turns toward you in amusement. Nodding at Trisha’s right breast while he gives it a hard squeeze, he says, “Hugh, take my advice. Get yourself a woman with a great pair of jugs, like your Aunt Trisha here. They’re a lot of fun to play with.”
You say nothing, but merely stare at him stonily.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breast. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says. She laughs awkwardly. “He can be a little bit crass sometimes.”
“A little bit!” you echo, scowling.
“Just leave it alone,” Trisha urges you. “And remember – he’s just given me the go-ahead to wear dresses like this from now on. You’ll like that, won’t you?”
You brighten. “I certainly will!”
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Mom! God – you’re smokin’ hot today!”
Trisha glances at her daughter’s chest, and chuckles. “I’m still more covered than you are, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. Then her jaw drops. “Mom!”
“Yes yes,” says Trisha impatiently. “Don’t make a fuss.”
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she notices her mother. “Wow Mom!”
“Thank you honey,” says Trisha briskly. “But I’m still the most fully-clothed woman in the room.”
Maisie smirks, then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
“Careful, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breathing quickening as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, and you resume sliding your cock back and forth.
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She responds eagerly, her tongue entwining with yours. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, which you then push deep into her rectum. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop...”
“I know,” you whisper, slowly thrusting your cock along the groove between her labia. You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her, but you know the time is not yet right. You pull your finger out of her anus, and climb off her. Then, having tugged your boxer shorts back up, you walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching back with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against her anal sphincter. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You feel her tight ring of muscle expand around your encroaching cock, and then you groan with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her rectum.
“Ohhh God!” gasps Maisie. “This is so good...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her rectum. It feels like your cock is clad in a warm, smooth, tight glove; the sensation is heavenly. Maisie’s moans tell you she is enjoying it too.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, but as you predicted, you do not last long. Soon you are shuddering in your own climax, while shooting your semen deep into Maisie’s bowels. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She wraps her legs around your back, and holds you close. You cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her anus. “Goodnight, my precious Maisie.”
“Goodnight, my darling Hugh!” she replies happily.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
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As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
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As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh, we mustn’t...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Just please ... pull out in time...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you pull out, barely in time as semen erupts from the tip of your cock, deluging Trisha’s pussy in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as you grind your softening cock against her semen-covered pussy and vaginal opening.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
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When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at her opening of her vagina, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward ... but only barely.
Maisie gasps, and her eyes widen as she looks up at you. But she says nothing. Grinning, you reposition your cock, a little lower down, and you begin to push, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I can’t even describe how good this feels...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it massage time, Hugh?” she inquires hopefully.
“Yup!” you say happily. “If you haven’t got bored of them.”
“Never!” Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Let’s go then.”
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she strips off all of her clothes. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh. Picking up the bottle of baby oil, you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees, and then you proceed to give her back, neck, shoulders, and arms a thorough massage. By the time you reach her bottom, she is moaning in pleasure.
You massage her legs next, from the feet up, and then you give her bottom a very thorough and intimate kneading, using plenty of oil and getting her buttocks and pussy very slippery. Sliding two fingers into her vagina, you thrust them in and out a few times, eliciting more excited moans from Trisha. Then you climb off her, and...
say, “Okay Trisha, turn over please.”
take off your jeans and boxer shorts.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, dragging her skirt upwards, until her panties come into view. Then you cup her pussy through her panties, and begin to gently massage it, as her breathing grows heavier. When you try to get your hand inside her panties, however, she stops you. “Let’s save something for later, okay Hugh?” she says.
“Sure,” you reply. “Sorry.”
When you arrive at the parking lot, you and Angie apply sunscreen and bug spray, then you follow the narrow path into the preserve. It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage seven pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is completely naked. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her bald pussy and her breasts. Then you ask, “Want to have anal sex again?”
She giggles. “So badly! But Mom could come in at any time. Best to stick with our usual activities for the moment.”
“Okay then,” you say. “So shall we...
play a video game?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, holding her arms out. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
Trisha reaches down to your belt, and starts unbuckling it. “Let’s take care of you, now,” she whispers.
You help her out, hurriedly unzipping your jeans and then pulling them down to your knees, along with your boxer shorts. Then you lie down on top of Trisha, grabbing your cock and positioning its tip at the entrance to her vagina.
She gasps. “Hugh, we mustn’t!”
Lubricated by the oil coating her pussy, your cock slides into her easily. You begin thrusting, and Trisha moans, wrapping her legs around your back.
“Just make sure you pull out in time!” she gasps.
You fuck her with harder and harder strokes, and it is not long before you are approaching your orgasm. Thrusting energetically inside her up until the very last moment, you suddenly pull out, just as a stream of semen spurts from your cock, covering Trisha’s vaginal opening and then oozing down between her buttocks. You follow that up with a couple more spurts, and then you collapse on top of her.
Stroking your hair, she kisses your forehead, and says, “That’s my good boy. Thank you, Hugh.”
You lie in each other’s arms for several more minutes. Then Trisha says, “Well, I should get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, climbing off her and grabbing a tissue to wipe yourself off. “See you later.” You get dressed, then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha turns her head toward you. “Um, Hugh?” she says, looking a little anxious.
“I’m just getting a bit more comfortable,” you tell her, kicking off your shoes, followed by your jeans and boxer shorts.
“Uh-huh,” says Trisha. “Much as I enjoy seeing your cock, though, I’m concerned about what you’re planning to do with it.”
You climb back on to the bed, and pull Trisha’s ankles apart, so that her legs form an angle of about thirty degrees. Climbing on top of her, you lower your pelvis until your cock nestles between her slippery buttocks.
As you oil up your erection, Trisha says, “Hugh...?”
“Just try to relax,” you say gently, as you position the head of your cock against her anus, and begin to push it inward.
Trisha gasps. “Oh God, Hugh...” But she does not move a muscle.
You slowly sink your entire shaft into her rectum, and begin thrusting, while you slide your right hand beneath her abdomen, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy. You begin gently rubbing her clitoris, while fucking her anus in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh...” Trisha murmurs. “Hugh, we really shouldn’t be doing this...”
“Should I stop...?” you ask her.
“No,” she says reluctantly. “At least I can’t get pregnant this way, I guess...”
“Oh God...” you gasp. “This feels amazing...”
“Good,” says Trisha, sounding a little breathless. “Fuck my ass as hard as you like, Hugh.”
You do so, and it is not long before you are groaning with pleasure as you pump your semen deep into her bowels. Worn out, you nevertheless keep rubbing Trisha’s clit, faster and faster, until she, too, shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her, as you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “I love you too,” she says, turning over as you climb off her. “Give me a hug.” She holds out her arms.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your softening cock now pressing against her pussy. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently insert your middle finger into her anus.
A minute later, Trisha breaks off from the kiss. “I should get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and climbing off the bed. “See you later.” Getting dressed, you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt. When she does not object, you reach down, and pull her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, which you then grasp and begin to massage.
She chuckles. “Bored of birdwatching, are we?” she inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Then kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re topless in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties. Since she does not say anything, you pull her panties down to her ankles, and reach around her right thigh to stroke her pussy, while the fingers of your left hand explore between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her naked bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and then she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you a beautiful view of her anus and pussy. “Oh wow...” you gasp.
Giggling, she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. Maisie, put some panties on for heaven’s sake!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. At one point, you reach out and put your hand on her thigh, then slowly slide it up to her pussy. As you gently rub her clitoris, however, she stops you. “We can’t get too carried away,” she says. “Mom’ll catch us.”
You sigh regretfully, and nod.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. Maisie, put some panties on for heaven’s sake!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “This one’s still a work in progress,” she says. “Sorry Hugh.”
“Ah well,” you say with a rueful grin. “Maybe next time.”
“Stay and talk to me for a bit, though,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you frequently ogle what you can see of her breasts.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Go on, Hugh, have a play – you know you want to.” Smiling, she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Very well,” you tell her. “I’m getting a lot done.”
“Glad to hear it!” she says.
You find your eyes drawn to her screen. “What’s that you’re working on?” you inquire.
“Oh, I’m just writing some VBA code to make my life a little easier,” says Brooke.
You are none the wiser. “VBA?”
“Look, I’ll show you,” says Brooke, turning back around to face her computer.
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she demonstrates what her code can do. Glancing down to your left, you smile as you realise that – for only the second time – you can see down inside her blouse. As before, she is wearing a white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
“Hugh?” she says, looking up at you, just as you panic and snap your attention back to her screen. “Jeez ... were you looking down my top?”
“No!” you say, your cheeks turning crimson. “Yes. Sorry.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like uncle, like nephew I guess.”
“Don’t say that!” you protest. “I’m nothing like Kenny! He’s a horrible man – crass, disrespectful, controlling ... a bully...”
“Wow!” says Brooke, surprised. “That’s quite a way to talk about your uncle ... and the guy who got you this job.”
“He made me take it!” you say. “I didn’t ask for it. Not that I don’t like it – it’s fine ... and I like working with you and Noelle. You’re both nice people. And I like to think I’m nice too. Please don’t lump me in with Kenny.”
“All right, Hugh,” she says with a slight smirk. “You’ve got his roving eye though.”
“I’m a teenage boy!” you say. “We’re all ... like that.”
Brooke chuckles. “Fair enough,” she says. “I’m sorry I compared you to Kenny. You’re right – you’re nothing like him at all.” She sighs. “He is a bully, you’ve got that right.” Then she looks worried. “Don’t tell him I said that!”
“Of course not!” you say. “I wouldn’t even tell him if I caught you ... I dunno ... stealing from the company.”
She laughs. “No chance of that,” she says. “I may not like the boss, but I’m honest, and I do a good job.”
“I know you do,” you agree. “Noelle says you ought to be a manager by now. And probably would be, if...” Then you break off.
“If what?” Brooke inquires.
“If ... you know,” you say, blushing awkwardly. “If you wore shorter skirts.”
Brooke grimaces. “I’m sure I’d get less crap dumped on me if I did that,” she says. “Not sure about a promotion, but I guess it’s possible.”
“It’s totally unfair for you to be treated badly just for wearing a longer skirt!” you exclaim. “That just ... makes my blood boil!”
“Shhh!” says Brooke, looking around nervously. “Thank you, Hugh, I appreciate the sentiment. But I’m doing okay, really.” She smirks. “I’m surprised you’re not encouraging me to wear shorter skirts, actually. Being a teenage boy.”
“It’s tempting,” you admit. “Of course I’d love to see you in shorter skirts. But I also like that you’re standing up to Kenny. It kinda feels like you’re taking a stand for the women in the office as a whole. That’s very cool, and brave. It just sucks that your work days are that much crappier because of it. I wish I could do something about that.”
Brooke grimaces. “It sure would be nice not to have to work at home in the evenings. Honestly, I think about switching to shorter skirts all the time. Particularly when I’m feeling especially overwhelmed. But then I think about how I’d be playing right into Kenny’s hands. And I hate to do that.”
You nod. “Yup,” you agree. “On the other hand – devil’s advocate – if you were to bite the bullet, wear miniskirts for a while, and get your well-deserved promotion ... that would look great on your CV, wouldn’t it? Résumé, I mean. Then you could go and get a managerial position at a company that isn’t being run by a chauvinist jerk like Kenny. Or you could stay, and go back to wearing longer skirts ... and although that might make Kenny mad, he couldn’t demote you without admitting your skirts were the reason you got the promotion when you did, and didn’t get it sooner.”
Brooke chuckles. “I guess that’s a point worth considering,” she says. “Hmm.” Her expression grows thoughtful. “You know what? I think that’s worth a try! Thank you, Hugh.”
You purse your lips. “Don’t thank me yet,” you say. “I just hope it works. I’d hate to think of Kenny getting to ogle your legs, and you getting nothing in return.”
“Well at least you’ll get to ogle my legs too,” she teases you.
“Oh, trust me, that thought is uppermost in my mind,” you admit. “But the thought of Kenny doing so ... still just ... grossed me out.”
“You and me both,” says Brooke. “But I still want to give it a try. The question is, how short...?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Good question. What length would Kenny react best to?”
“I’m not sure,” says Brooke. “He’d certainly notice if I wore a skirt or a similar length to Noelle’s ... but I might get more points if I go the full Ally McBeal.”
“The full what?” you ask, confused.
She chuckles. “TV show. Before your time.” She sighs. “Anyway, for now I think we’d both better get back to work...”
“Yup,” you agree. “See you later, Brooke.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
“Careful, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breathing quickening as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, and you resume sliding your cock back and forth.
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She responds eagerly, her tongue entwining with yours. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, which you then push deep into her rectum. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop...”
“I know,” you whisper, slowly thrusting your cock along the groove between her labia. You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her, but you know the time is not yet right. You pull your finger out of her anus, and climb off her. Then, having tugged your boxer shorts back up, you walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching back with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against her anal sphincter. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You feel her tight ring of muscle expand around your encroaching cock, and then you groan with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her rectum.
“Ohhh God!” gasps Maisie. “This is so good...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her rectum. It feels like your cock is clad in a warm, smooth, tight glove; the sensation is heavenly. Maisie’s moans tell you she is enjoying it too.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, but as you predicted, you do not last long. Soon you are shuddering in your own climax, while shooting your semen deep into Maisie’s bowels. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She wraps her legs around your back, and holds you close. You cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her anus. “Goodnight, my precious Maisie.”
“Goodnight, my darling Hugh!” she replies happily.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh, we mustn’t...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Just please ... pull out in time...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you pull out, barely in time as semen erupts from the tip of your cock, deluging Trisha’s pussy in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as you grind your softening cock against her semen-covered pussy and vaginal opening.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at her opening of her vagina, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward ... but only barely.
Maisie gasps, and her eyes widen as she looks up at you. But she says nothing. Grinning, you reposition your cock, a little lower down, and you begin to push, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I can’t even describe how good this feels...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it massage time, Hugh?” she inquires hopefully.
“Yup!” you say happily. “If you haven’t got bored of them.”
“Never!” Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Let’s go then.”
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she strips off all of her clothes. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh. Picking up the bottle of baby oil, you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees, and then you proceed to give her back, neck, shoulders, and arms a thorough massage. By the time you reach her bottom, she is moaning in pleasure.
You massage her legs next, from the feet up, and then you give her bottom a very thorough and intimate kneading, using plenty of oil and getting her buttocks and pussy very slippery. Sliding two fingers into her vagina, you thrust them in and out a few times, eliciting more excited moans from Trisha. Then you climb off her, and...
say, “Okay Trisha, turn over please.”
take off your jeans and boxer shorts.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, dragging her skirt upwards, until her panties come into view. Then you cup her pussy through her panties, and begin to gently massage it, as her breathing grows heavier. When you try to get your hand inside her panties, however, she stops you. “Let’s save something for later, okay Hugh?” she says.
“Sure,” you reply. “Sorry.”
When you arrive at the parking lot, you and Angie apply sunscreen and bug spray, then you follow the narrow path into the preserve. It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage seven pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is completely naked. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her bald pussy and her breasts. Then you ask, “Want to have anal sex again?”
She giggles. “So badly! But Mom could come in at any time. Best to stick with our usual activities for the moment.”
“Okay then,” you say. “So shall we...
play a video game?”
watch some TV?”
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, holding her arms out. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
Trisha reaches down to your belt, and starts unbuckling it. “Let’s take care of you, now,” she whispers.
You help her out, hurriedly unzipping your jeans and then pulling them down to your knees, along with your boxer shorts. Then you lie down on top of Trisha, grabbing your cock and positioning its tip at the entrance to her vagina.
She gasps. “Hugh, we mustn’t!”
Lubricated by the oil coating her pussy, your cock slides into her easily. You begin thrusting, and Trisha moans, wrapping her legs around your back.
“Just make sure you pull out in time!” she gasps.
You fuck her with harder and harder strokes, and it is not long before you are approaching your orgasm. Thrusting energetically inside her up until the very last moment, you suddenly pull out, just as a stream of semen spurts from your cock, covering Trisha’s vaginal opening and then oozing down between her buttocks. You follow that up with a couple more spurts, and then you collapse on top of her.
Stroking your hair, she kisses your forehead, and says, “That’s my good boy. Thank you, Hugh.”
You lie in each other’s arms for several more minutes. Then Trisha says, “Well, I should get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, climbing off her and grabbing a tissue to wipe yourself off. “See you later.” You get dressed, then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha turns her head toward you. “Um, Hugh?” she says, looking a little anxious.
“I’m just getting a bit more comfortable,” you tell her, kicking off your shoes, followed by your jeans and boxer shorts.
“Uh-huh,” says Trisha. “Much as I enjoy seeing your cock, though, I’m concerned about what you’re planning to do with it.”
You climb back on to the bed, and pull Trisha’s ankles apart, so that her legs form an angle of about thirty degrees. Climbing on top of her, you lower your pelvis until your cock nestles between her slippery buttocks.
As you oil up your erection, Trisha says, “Hugh...?”
“Just try to relax,” you say gently, as you position the head of your cock against her anus, and begin to push it inward.
Trisha gasps. “Oh God, Hugh...” But she does not move a muscle.
You slowly sink your entire shaft into her rectum, and begin thrusting, while you slide your right hand beneath her abdomen, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy. You begin gently rubbing her clitoris, while fucking her anus in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh...” Trisha murmurs. “Hugh, we really shouldn’t be doing this...”
“Should I stop...?” you ask her.
“No,” she says reluctantly. “At least I can’t get pregnant this way, I guess...”
“Oh God...” you gasp. “This feels amazing...”
“Good,” says Trisha, sounding a little breathless. “Fuck my ass as hard as you like, Hugh.”
You do so, and it is not long before you are groaning with pleasure as you pump your semen deep into her bowels. Worn out, you nevertheless keep rubbing Trisha’s clit, faster and faster, until she, too, shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her, as you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “I love you too,” she says, turning over as you climb off her. “Give me a hug.” She holds out her arms.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your softening cock now pressing against her pussy. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently insert your middle finger into her anus.
A minute later, Trisha breaks off from the kiss. “I should get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and climbing off the bed. “See you later.” Getting dressed, you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt. When she does not object, you reach down, and pull her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, which you then grasp and begin to massage.
She chuckles. “Bored of birdwatching, are we?” she inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Then kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re topless in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties. Since she does not say anything, you pull her panties down to her ankles, and reach around her right thigh to stroke her pussy, while the fingers of your left hand explore between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
She grins, and nods. “Some Ninja Warrior first?” she suggests.
“Yes please!” you reply.
The two of you take turns guiding your avatars through obstacle courses or escalating difficulty. Sometimes Maisie wins, and sometimes you win; the two of you seem pretty evenly matched.
Then Maisie says, “Wanna switch to Street Fighter?”
Knowing that she will have to change discs, you smile and say, “Sure!”
Maisie crawls across the floor to the PS4, where she takes out the American Ninja Warrior game and puts in Street Fighter V instead ... while you excitedly stare at her naked bottom. “My goodness, Maisie,” you say with a sigh, “your bottom really is beautiful.”
She giggles, and then she spreads her knees apart and arches her back, giving you a beautiful view of her anus and pussy. “Oh wow...” you gasp.
Giggling, she returns to sit next to you, and proceeds to soundly defeat you in a series of very one-sided bouts. But you do not mind at all.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. Maisie, put some panties on for heaven’s sake!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
The three of you eat lunch together in the living room. Trisha occasionally glances with disapproval at Maisie’s bare breasts and panties, but she does not say anything about them. Then Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“Sure!” she says. “Doctor Who?”
“Why not?” you reply.
Maisie switches her television on, and the two of you watch Doctor Who for a while. At one point, you reach out and put your hand on her thigh, then slowly slide it up to her pussy. As you gently rub her clitoris, she smiles, and spreads her legs. “Can we have sex again?” she asks.
“Um,” you reply. “Aren’t you afraid of your mom walking in?”
Maisie shrugs. “She already knows we’ve had anal sex,” she says. “And I know you’ve had proper sex with her. Was it ... good...?”
“It was,” you acknowledge. “Not perfect, because I’m not allowed to come inside her ... but yes, very nice.”
Maisie bites her lip. “Can we ... try it?”
You look at her in surprise. “Vaginal sex? Are you sure?”
She nods. “I’d like to see how it ... compares.”
You smile. “Absolutely, Maisie – I’d love to. But we’ll have to be careful – I kinda promised your mom I wouldn’t get you pregnant.”
Maisie nods. Then she lies down on her bed, and spreads her thighs wide apart. “Fuck me, Hugh,” she says.
Grinning, you quickly start undressing, until you are as naked as she is. Then you grab her bottle of baby oil, and deftly lube up her pussy and your erect cock. Climbing on top of Maisie, you kiss her on the lips, then you steer your cock into her vagina. It sinks easily, and the two of you moan with pleasure at the same time. Maisie wraps her arms and legs around you. Kissing her gently on the lips, you begin slowly thrusting your cock inside her. She gasps, and her fingertips dig into your back as you fuck her with gradually increasing speed.
Your excitement mounts along with the pitch and volume of Maisie’s moans. As you sense your orgasm looming ahead, Maisie gasps, “You haven’t cum inside Mom yet ... so it doesn’t count ... right?”
“Uh,” you pant, “I suppose ... you could say that...”
“Cum inside me, Hugh!” she whispers passionately. “I want you to fill me with your sperm. Don’t pull out ... please...”
“Oh God ... Maisie!” you gasp, but the exciting thought of coming inside her, not only with her permission but at her insistence, has brought you to the very brink.
“Please, Hugh!” Maisie begs you, using the considerable strength of her legs, squeezing your lower back and buttocks, to keep your pelvis tightly against hers. As your body erupts in an immense climax, you could not pull out even if you wanted to. Groaning in ecstasy, your cock delivers one long spurt of semen after another into the depths of her vagina, coating her cervix and surrounding the head of your spasmodically thrusting cock. Each spurt is so lengthy that it almost feels like you are peeing semen inside Maisie ... as if your testicles have been saving up for this moment, determined to impregnate the girl whose willing body lies beneath you.
Or perhaps your imagination, amped up by lust and arousal, is just playing tricks on you. You collapse on top of Maisie, and she holds your body tightly against hers.
“What the heck is going on?” demands Trisha, opening the door and marching in. “Oh my God!”
“Mom!” Maisie squeals. “Can’t you knock?”
“Oh God, you’re really actually...” Trisha puts a hand to her forehead.
“Mom!” Maisie yells. “Some privacy please!”
“Wait,” you say gently. “Your mom has a right to have feelings about this. Let’s not push her away. Like it or not, her opinion matters. Her feelings matter. She needs to process this.”
“Does she have to process it in my room, while you’re inside me?” asks Maisie plaintively.
“No,” says Trisha, shaking herself. “Of course not. I can leave. But ... I thought you were going to be careful!”
“Maisie wanted the full experience,” you explain. “She felt that if I pulled out ... it wouldn’t be ... complete, or something. Does that sound about right, Maisie?”
Maisie nods. “It’s my first time!” she says. “I wanted it to be perfect!”
“And was it?” asked Trisha, folding her arms and pursing her lips.
“Yes!” says Maisie. “Right up until the point where you burst in.”
“Hush,” you say gently. “She didn’t mean to spoil anything. You know she only has our best interests at heart, right?”
“I guess,” says Maisie grumpily.
“I really do,” says Trisha earnestly. “And I don’t want to see you get pregnant, Maisie, before you’re ready to raise a child. You’re sixteen! And you, Hugh ... you’re a good boy, and I know you would want to raise the baby with Maisie ... right?”
“If it came to that, of course I would,” you say, gently undulating your pelvis, and feeling your softening cock swish around in Maisie’s semen-filled vagina. “I would never abandon Maisie, or any member of this family, if I got them pregnant.”
“Good,” says Trisha. “But you’re both too young, even so. Maisie, I’m not going to force you to take a morning-after pill, but I strongly recommend that you do, and I’ll drive you to Rite Aid to get one if you’d like me to. At the very least, you should flush yourself out as soon as possible.” She sighs. “I’m not going to give the two of you a hard time about having sex ... as you both know, that would be very hypocritical of me. And I’m glad ... I guess ... that you’re enjoying each other. I just ... I really urge you to be responsible about it. Be responsible ... be careful ... and you can have as much sex as you want. But if a baby comes, your lives are both going to change forever.”
“Yeah ... I guess,” says Maisie, sounding unconvinced. She sighs. “All right – I’ll flush myself out. I’m not sure how, exactly...”
“Trisha, do you have like a big syringe, or something...?” you inquire.
“I have a turkey baster,” says Trisha. “I’m sure that would do the job.” She sighs. “I’ll get it for you.” She leaves the room.
You smile down at Maisie. “I’d love to make a baby inside you, my precious Maisie,” you tell her softly. “Would you like that?”
“Yes!” she says, her eyes wide.
“But we don’t have to do that today,” you continue. “Or tomorrow, or the next day. We have plenty of time.”
Maisie nods. “Okay Hugh,” she says. “I’ll flush myself out. But I want you to cum inside me every time we have sex. I want to feel your sperm inside me. So will you promise me you won’t ever pull out in time, please?”
“I promise,” you say.
“And no condoms, ever,” she adds, firmly.
“No condoms,” you confirm. Then you grin. “So do you prefer vaginal or anal sex?”
She giggles. “Anal,” she says. “It feels so weird and so naughty and so delicious. But I did love this, too... It’s very exciting to think I could get pregnant from it. Scary ... but exciting.”
The door opens again. “Come on then, Maisie,” says Trisha, holding up the turkey baster – a long plastic tapered tube with a rubber bulb at the wide end.
You climb off Maisie, and your cock slips out of her, bringing with it strands of semen that stretch until they snap. More semen oozes out of her slightly gaping orifice. Trisha shudders at the sight, and quickly looks away.
Maisie climbs off the bed, and takes the baster from her mother. “Be right back!” she says.
You clean your cock with a tissue. “Thank you for being so supportive and understanding, Trisha,” you say.
“You’re welcome, Hugh,” she says, a little stiffly. “I’m still not happy about you having unsafe sex with Maisie, but I can see it was her idea. And I can understand, even if I don’t approve. I just hope she doesn’t get pregnant. If she does ... what do you think will happen when Kenny finds out?”
Your face pales. “Shit...”
“Yeah,” says Trisha. “Think about that.” Shaking her head, she leaves the room again.
Maisie returns soon afterwards, and the two of you cuddle in front of the television for a while.
At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. And for heaven’s sake, put some underwear on, at least!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
You get dressed, and Maisie puts on a pair of panties. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “This one’s still a work in progress,” she says. “Sorry Hugh.”
“Ah well,” you say with a rueful grin. “Maybe next time.”
“Stay and talk to me for a bit, though,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you frequently ogle what you can see of her breasts.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Go on, Hugh, have a play – you know you want to.” Smiling, she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a very short skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Wow!” you say, transfixed by the little white triangle you can see between her thighs. “Nice skirt, Brooke!”
She chuckles, and clasps her hands in her lap, blocking your view of her panties. “Thanks,” she says. “Your uncle seems to like it too – he complimented me on it this morning. Anyway, how’s it going?”
“I was wondering if you might show me some more VBA...?” you say hopefully.
“Oh – sure!” she says, turning back to face her screen. “Come on over.”
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she teaches you a little more about VBA coding. Glancing down to your left, you smile at the sight of Brooke’s white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
After a couple of minutes, she glances up at you. “Pay attention, Hugh,” she says, “or go back to your desk.”
“I’m sorry!” you say blushing. “I was listening, really I was. It’s just ... you’re a very lovely and very sexy woman.”
“Just pay attention,” she repeats, but she is blushing and half-smiling as she looks back at her screen.
“I will,” you promise, and you strive to be on your best behaviour for the next ten minutes or so.
Eventually, Brooke says, “Okay, that’s enough for now. I’ll send you a little example for you to practise on.”
“Thanks Brooke,” you say. “See you later.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
“Careful, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breathing quickening as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, and you resume sliding your cock back and forth.
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She responds eagerly, her tongue entwining with yours. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, which you then push deep into her rectum. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop...”
“I know,” you whisper, slowly thrusting your cock along the groove between her labia. You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her, but you know the time is not yet right. You pull your finger out of her anus, and climb off her. Then, having tugged your boxer shorts back up, you walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching back with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against her anal sphincter. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You feel her tight ring of muscle expand around your encroaching cock, and then you groan with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her rectum.
“Ohhh God!” gasps Maisie. “This is so good...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her rectum. It feels like your cock is clad in a warm, smooth, tight glove; the sensation is heavenly. Maisie’s moans tell you she is enjoying it too.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, but as you predicted, you do not last long. Soon you are shuddering in your own climax, while shooting your semen deep into Maisie’s bowels. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She wraps her legs around your back, and holds you close. You cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her anus. “Goodnight, my precious Maisie.”
“Goodnight, my darling Hugh!” she replies happily.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh, we mustn’t...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Just please ... pull out in time...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you pull out, barely in time as semen erupts from the tip of your cock, deluging Trisha’s pussy in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as you grind your softening cock against her semen-covered pussy and vaginal opening.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers and sits up. To your delight, she is naked except for a pair of pink panties. She gets up, crosses the room, and gives you a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you going to give me another lovely orgasm?”
You grin. “If you want,” you reply. “As long as you can manage to keep quiet!”
“I’ll do my best!” she says with a chuckle. She pulls her panties down, and lies on her bed on her back.
“You want me to skip the rest of the massage?” you inquire.
“You can do my boobs,” she says. “I imagine you’ll want to anyway.”
You pick up her bottle of baby oil, and sigh as you stare at her beautiful body. “God, you’re so perfect...”
She giggles. “Thanks Hugh. But come on; we haven’t much time.”
“Of course,” you say, snapping out of it. Your pulse racing, you climb on to the bed, and kneel astride Alicia with your knees either side of her hips. Pouring some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, you set the bottle down, then oil up both palms and your fingers. Then you reach down, and start massaging her bare breasts.
“Mmmm...” murmurs Alicia, closing her eyes. “That’s nice...”
Her nipples harden beneath your fingers, and you gently tweak and squeeze them as you thoroughly knead her breasts. After a minute or so, you climb off her, and pull her knees apart, smiling as she makes no objection to this. Oiling up your hand again, you gently lay it on her pussy, and start to slowly and sensuously massage it. As Alicia’s breathing gets heavier, you drizzle more oil on your fingers, and work it into the increasingly slippery folds of her labia. You rub her clitoris with your middle finger for a while, maintaining an assured but gentle rhythm, but then you slide it down her groove until it sinks deep into her vagina.
“Ohhhh!” Alicia gasps.
Finding her g-spot, you begin rubbing it with rapid strokes, finger-fucking her while you use your other hand to continue rubbing her clitoris, with greater and greater urgency. By now Alicia is writhing on her bed, undulating her hips and arching her back as her moans become louder and more frequent. She turns her face and grabs her pillow, pressing it against her mouth. Then she shudders, uttering a long and alarmingly loud moan into the pillow, and her pelvis lifts high off the bed as you continue to frantically finger-fuck her while also rubbing her clit.
Then she goes limp, and you stop stimulating her as she collapses back on to the bed. “Oh my God!” Alicia pants. “Thanks again Hugh. I definitely owe you another blow-job for that.”
“Perhaps later,” you say regretfully. “I should get to breakfast.”
Alicia remains sprawled on her back with her legs apart, her moist vaginal opening shamelessly on display. “See you in a few minutes in the kitchen?” she says.
“Okay,” you say, nodding, and you leave her room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Then you smile down at her. “Regular?” you inquire. “Or anal?”
She giggles. “Anal this time, I think, please.”
Climbing on top of Maisie, you press the tip of your cock against her anal sphincter, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I love this so much...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it massage time, Hugh?” she inquires hopefully.
“Yup!” you say happily. “If you haven’t got bored of them.”
“Never!” Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Let’s go then.”
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she strips off all of her clothes. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh. Picking up the bottle of baby oil, you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees, and then you proceed to give her back, neck, shoulders, and arms a thorough massage. By the time you reach her bottom, she is moaning in pleasure.
You massage her legs next, from the feet up, and then you give her bottom a very thorough and intimate kneading, using plenty of oil and getting her buttocks and pussy very slippery. Sliding two fingers into her vagina, you thrust them in and out a few times, eliciting more excited moans from Trisha. Then you climb off her, and...
say, “Okay Trisha, turn over please.”
take off your jeans and boxer shorts.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, dragging her skirt upwards, until her panties come into view. Then you cup her pussy through her panties, and begin to gently massage it, as her breathing grows heavier. When you try to get your hand inside her panties, however, she stops you. “Let’s save something for later, okay Hugh?” she says.
“Sure,” you reply. “Sorry.”
When you arrive at the parking lot, you and Angie apply sunscreen and bug spray, then you follow the narrow path into the preserve. It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, the two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Alicia is dressed in a loose white tank-top with a sports bra underneath, a pair of Spandex shorts, and sneakers.
Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage seven pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a one-piece swimsuit that clings beautifully to her sumptuous curves, and you...
jump in the water before your appreciation becomes evident.
compliment her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is completely naked. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her bald pussy and her breasts. Then you ask, “Want to have sex again?”
She giggles. “Yes please!”
“Okay!” you say happily. “Vaginal or anal?”
“Hmm,” says Maisie. “You choose!” She spreads her legs, and you use her baby oil to lube up her pussy and anus. Then you strip naked, and oil up your erection. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at the opening of her...
anus.
vagina.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, holding her arms out. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
Trisha reaches down to your belt, and starts unbuckling it. “Let’s take care of you, now,” she whispers.
You help her out, hurriedly unzipping your jeans and then pulling them down to your knees, along with your boxer shorts. Then you lie down on top of Trisha, grabbing your cock and positioning its tip at the entrance to her vagina.
She gasps. “Hugh, we mustn’t!”
Lubricated by the oil coating her pussy, your cock slides into her easily. You begin thrusting, and Trisha moans, wrapping her legs around your back.
“Just make sure you pull out in time!” she gasps.
You fuck her with harder and harder strokes, and it is not long before you are approaching your orgasm. Thrusting energetically inside her up until the very last moment, you suddenly pull out, just as a stream of semen spurts from your cock, covering Trisha’s vaginal opening and then oozing down between her buttocks. You follow that up with a couple more spurts, and then you collapse on top of her.
Stroking your hair, she kisses your forehead, and says, “That’s my good boy. Thank you, Hugh.”
You lie in each other’s arms for several more minutes. Then Trisha says, “Well, I should get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, climbing off her and grabbing a tissue to wipe yourself off. “See you later.” You get dressed, then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha turns her head toward you. “Um, Hugh?” she says, looking a little anxious.
“I’m just getting a bit more comfortable,” you tell her, kicking off your shoes, followed by your jeans and boxer shorts.
“Uh-huh,” says Trisha. “Much as I enjoy seeing your cock, though, I’m concerned about what you’re planning to do with it.”
You climb back on to the bed, and pull Trisha’s ankles apart, so that her legs form an angle of about thirty degrees. Climbing on top of her, you lower your pelvis until your cock nestles between her slippery buttocks.
As you oil up your erection, Trisha says, “Hugh...?”
“Just try to relax,” you say gently, as you position the head of your cock against her anus, and begin to push it inward.
Trisha gasps. “Oh God, Hugh...” But she does not move a muscle.
You slowly sink your entire shaft into her rectum, and begin thrusting, while you slide your right hand beneath her abdomen, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy. You begin gently rubbing her clitoris, while fucking her anus in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh...” Trisha murmurs. “Hugh, we really shouldn’t be doing this...”
“Should I stop...?” you ask her.
“No,” she says reluctantly. “At least I can’t get pregnant this way, I guess...”
“Oh God...” you gasp. “This feels amazing...”
“Good,” says Trisha, sounding a little breathless. “Fuck my ass as hard as you like, Hugh.”
You do so, and it is not long before you are groaning with pleasure as you pump your semen deep into her bowels. Worn out, you nevertheless keep rubbing Trisha’s clit, faster and faster, until she, too, shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her, as you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “I love you too,” she says, turning over as you climb off her. “Give me a hug.” She holds out her arms.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your softening cock now pressing against her pussy. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently insert your middle finger into her anus.
A minute later, Trisha breaks off from the kiss. “I should get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and climbing off the bed. “See you later.” Getting dressed, you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt. When she does not object, you reach down, and pull her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, which you then grasp and begin to massage.
She chuckles. “Bored of birdwatching, are we?” she inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Then kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re topless in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties. Since she does not say anything, you pull her panties down to her ankles, and reach around her right thigh to stroke her pussy, while the fingers of your left hand explore between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Your muscles are still terribly fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
“You do look awfully good in a swimsuit, Alicia,” you tell her.
She stares at the growing bulge in your swim shorts, amused. “Better jump in, Hugh – I think you need to cool off.” And with that, she dives into the pool.
You jump in after her, and swim over to where she comes to a halt, by the edge of the pool in about four feet of depth. The pool is rarely busy at this time, but today it is practically deserted. Only you and Alicia are here, except for an old man slowly swimming lengths on the far side. Even the lifeguard has gone AWOL.
“Kiss me, Hugh,” says Alicia mischievously.
You do so, and while you swirl your tongue around hers, you put your left arm around her waist, pulling her close, while your right hand takes hold of her left breast, squeezing and fondling it through her swimsuit.
Alicia pulls away, grinning. “I’m glad I can still give you a boner in this swimsuit,” she says. “Even though you’ve seen ... well, everything of me.”
“A sexy outfit in public is as exciting as nudity in private,” you say.
Alicia nods, and grins. “Very profound. Maybe I should get a skimpy bikini, though, just to make sure you stay interested.”
“That would be awesome!” you say happily.
Alicia smirks. “And maybe make some changes to my workout outfit. What do you think about it, currently?”
“It’s ... very nice,” you say.
Alicia’s jaw drops. “Very nice?” she echoes. “Talk about damning with faint praise! You don’t think it’s a sexy outfit?”
“Yes, of course it is,” you say hastily. “I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.”
Alicia’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “What’s Maisie running in, these days?” she inquires.
“Um,” you say. “She’s ... kind of ... running in just her panties and shoes, actually...”
Alicia gapes. “Holy shit!” she says. “I ... I wouldn’t have dreamed she’d be so...” She shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe it! You see Maisie as the sexy one now, don’t you? Maisie’s sexier than I am! How did that happen?”
“Oh, believe me, Alicia, you’re incredibly sexy,” you assure her. “Obviously you can’t work out at the gym in just panties and shoes. You’d get thrown out ... or arrested!”
“Well yeah!” says Alicia, looking upset. “She has a bit of an unfair advantage there!” She says nothing for a moment, and looks a little stunned. Then she adds, “And you’re having sex with her now, she tells me. Damn ... I guess I really need to step up my game!” She pulls the straps off her shoulders, and tugs her swimsuit down, all the way past her hips, down her legs, and off her feet. “Hugh, I’d like you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”
“Good grief!” you exclaim, looking around nervously. “In public? What if someone comes?”
“Then we’ll have to be quick,” says Alicia, grinning. “What’s the matter? Sex in public too exciting for you?” She steps over to you, reaches down, and starts tugging your swim shorts down, as her swimsuit bobs to the surface next to her.
Your loins are quite chilly, thanks to the water, and you are only semi-erect despite Alicia’s proximate nudity ... but once she has freed your cock and begun to massage it, it soon reaches full rigidity. Alicia wastes no time; she positions herself over it, and lowers herself until your cock nudges against her vaginal opening.
“I’m not sure swimming pool water will make the best lube...” you murmur, but Alicia determinedly wiggles your penis back and forth so that, little by little, it sinks inside her.
“Ohhh...” you gasp. Her vagina feels deliciously warm and soft around your cock.
“Nice?” she asks with a smile, her face inches from yours.
“So nice!” you confirm. “Alicia ... gosh ... this is unexpected...”
Alicia grins as she wraps her legs around your back. “Well I would never steal Maisie’s boyfriend,” she says, “but as we’ve discussed, you can’t be exclusive to any one of us. Plus, I believe you’re fucking Mom too now, right?”
“Yes,” you admit, “though I haven’t cum inside her, like I have with Maisie.”
“Well now you’re going to cum inside me,” says Alicia determinedly, as she raises and lowers herself. The water does indeed make for a poor lubricant, and the shaft of your cock does not slide easily against her vaginal walls, but the motion itself is doing a pretty good job of stimulating the head of your cock.
“Are you on the pill?” you ask nervously.
“Nope!” she says. “I always make my boyfriends wear a rubber. But the water here will flush me out afterwards pretty well, I’m sure.”
You nod. “Maisie uses a turkey baster...”
Alicia laughs. “Yeah, she told me that,” she says. “Not a bad strategy, I guess, if you don’t have a condom on hand. But seriously, Hugh – get some condoms! I’ll be wanting you to fuck me at home too, you know.”
“Maisie ... doesn’t want me to wear condoms...” you pant. “She’d rather stick with ... the baster method...”
“Risky!” says Alicia. “But that’s her choice I guess. Anyway, shut up – we need to focus.”
The old man seems entirely oblivious of the naked teenagers having sex on the other side of the pool from him; he simply keeps on swimming, determinedly focused on his leisurely regimen. Even when Alicia begins moaning, he still notices nothing; you wonder if perhaps he is a little deaf.
Five minutes later, with a groan of pleasure, you shoot your semen deep into Alicia’s vagina. Thrusting hard, you feel the rush of fluid surging up your shaft and inside her body, over and over again, until you have nothing else to give. “Ohhh god...” you mutter.
Alicia reaches down, and frantically rubs her clitoris until she, too, reaches her climax. “Ohhh fuck yeah...” she sighs. “All right, Hugh, pull out – I need to get your stuff out of me.”
You pull away from her, your cock slipping out of her vagina, and then you retrieve your swim shorts and put them back on. Alicia adopts a look of concentration for a few moments, then she, too, grabs her swimsuit and puts it back on. “Okay,” she says. “I should be okay now.” She tilts her head to one side. “So how was it for you, lover?”
“Awesome!” you say. “Though I think I’d prefer it out of the water.”
Alicia nods. “Yeah,” she says. “Next time. But buy some condoms!”
“Okay,” you say. But something is troubling you. “Alicia ... can I ask you something?”
“Seems like you just did,” says Alicia with a smirk. “But sure – go ahead.”
You swallow nervously. “Um, what we just did,” you say awkwardly. “What did that ... mean ... to you? I mean ... did you really want to do that? Or were you just feeling left out...?”
Alicia smiles warmly at you. “Hugh, I really wanted it. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. Yes, I was feeling a bit jealous of Maisie ... surprisingly a lot, actually ... but actually I’ve been wanting you to fuck me for a while. Maisie just made me wonder what I’d been waiting for.”
“Ah,” you say, nodding. “Okay.”
“Hugh, I’m not going to go all mushy over you, like Maisie does,” Alicia continues. “But I do love you. Perhaps not in the way Maisie does. But as a brother with benefits ... definitely. You have amazing hands and a fantastic cock, and I love being touched by you, and kissing you. And I want all kinds of wonderful things for you. And – maybe more than I want to admit – I miss you very much when you’re not with me, and I crave your touch.” She chuckles. “That’s about the mushiest I’m going to get, so enjoy it.”
“Thank you,” you say, smiling. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
Your muscles are very fatigued, and you do not do very much swimming over the next hour, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply, and you get out too.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. As usual she is now wearing a low-cut top with her bra peeking out, and one of her new denim microskirts. The two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides through the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep into Maisie’s rectum. “Ahhhh,” she sighs happily. “Best feeling in the world...”
You begin thrusting, and Maisie moans in pleasure. Sliding your slippery shaft in and out of her anus feels amazing, and as you fuck her harder and harder, she reaches down and starts rubbing her clitoris. Over the next couple of minutes, her moans escalate in pitch and volume, but you realise you are closer to your orgasm than she is to hers, so you slow down a bit, and try to think of unsexy things.
By judicious use of this technique, you manage to keep your orgasm at bay until Maisie reaches hers. Then you go all out, thrusting fast and powerfully inside her rectum, while she screams with pleasure.
Then you yourself climax, pressing your hips hard against Maisie’s buttocks, forcing your cock as deep inside her rectum as it will go, and delivering spurt after spurt of semen into the depths of her bowels.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Yes,” you assure her. “We just did anal this time.”
Trisha nods. “Well, are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. And for heaven’s sake, put some underwear on, at least!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
You get dressed, and Maisie puts on a pair of panties. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides deep into Maisie’s soft, moist vagina. “Ahhh...” she sighs. “Yes ... fuck me, Hugh...”
You begin thrusting, and she moans in pleasure. You reach beneath her, grasping her left buttock, and massaging it while you fuck her with increasing speed. Then you find her slippery anus with the tip of your middle finger, and you slide it deep into her rectum. “Ohhh!!” she gasps.
You fuck her harder and harder, and her moans escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly climaxes, arching her back beneath you and shuddering in a powerful orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contract, squeezing your erection, and this sends you over the edge. A stream of semen bursts from the head of your cock, and you press your loins hard against hers, blanketing her cervix with your cum. Pulling back, you thrust again, and a second spurt spews out, followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... Over and over again you inject her with your semen, until the stream has abated to a mere trickle. Panting, you collapse on top of her, and she strokes your hair and kisses your cheek and neck.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Um,” you say.
“I know, I know,” says Maisie, a little grouchily. “I’ll go use the turkey baster.” As you move over to let her get up, she climbs out of bed.
“Good girl,” says Trisha. “Afterwards, would you like some lunch? I made sandwiches.”
“Sounds good!” you say.
While Maisie is flushing your sperm out of her vagina, you get dressed. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “This one’s still a work in progress,” she says. “Sorry Hugh.”
“Ah well,” you say with a rueful grin. “Maybe next time.”
“Stay and talk to me for a bit, though,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you frequently ogle what you can see of her breasts.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Go on, Hugh, have a play – you know you want to.” Smiling, she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a very short skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Wow!” you say, transfixed by the little white triangle you can see between her thighs. “Nice skirt, Brooke!”
She chuckles, and clasps her hands in her lap, blocking your view of her panties. “Thanks,” she says. “Your uncle seems to like it too – he complimented me on it this morning. Anyway, how’s it going?”
“I was wondering if you might show me some more VBA...?” you say hopefully.
“Oh – sure!” she says, turning back to face her screen. “Come on over.”
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she teaches you a little more about VBA coding. Glancing down to your left, you smile at the sight of Brooke’s white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
After a couple of minutes, she glances up at you. “Pay attention, Hugh,” she says, “or go back to your desk.”
“I’m sorry!” you say blushing. “I was listening, really I was. It’s just ... you’re a very lovely and very sexy woman.”
“Just pay attention,” she repeats, but she is blushing and half-smiling as she looks back at her screen.
“I will,” you promise, and you strive to be on your best behaviour for the next ten minutes or so.
Eventually, Brooke says, “Okay, that’s enough for now. I’ll send you a little example for you to practise on.”
“Thanks Brooke,” you say. “See you later.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
“Careful, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breathing quickening as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, and you resume sliding your cock back and forth.
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She responds eagerly, her tongue entwining with yours. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, which you then push deep into her rectum. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop...”
“I know,” you whisper, slowly thrusting your cock along the groove between her labia. You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her, but you know the time is not yet right. You pull your finger out of her anus, and climb off her. Then, having tugged your boxer shorts back up, you walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
“Where?” you ask her.
She shivers, then grins. “Vagina,” she says.
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching down with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against the opening of her vagina. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You sigh with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her vagina.
“Ohhh yes...” gasps Maisie. “Thank you, Hugh...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her vagina. Reaching beneath your cock with your right hand, you gently insert your middle finger into her anus, and begin thrusting it in time with your cock. Maisie croons happily at this.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, and it is not long before you are approaching your climax. Fearful of injuring Maisie, you withdraw your finger from her rectum, and grip her shoulders with both hands while slamming your cock into her with very rapid, powerful strokes. Maisie squeals into your shoulder while gripping your back tightly with her hands and with her legs. Then you groan loudly as semen pours from your cock in a series of long, very productive spurts. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She holds you close, and you cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her vagina.
“Just cuddle with me for a while longer?” Maisie pleads.
“Sure – of course,” you say.
The two of you lie in each other’s arms, until you suddenly start. Did you fall asleep? What time is it?
“Maisie?” you whisper. “I’m going back to my room.”
“Mmmhmm,” murmurs Maisie.
“You need to get up and go and use the turkey baster,” you remind her.
“Oh,” Maisie mutters. “Yeah ... okay. I’ll go do that in a minute. Goodnight, my darling Hugh.”
“Goodnight, my precious Maisie,” you reply.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and beams. “Is it my turn for a full-body massage?” she asks.
“Yup!” you say. “Assuming you want one.”
“I do!” she confirms. “I’m already naked; I was kinda hoping you might come.” She gets out of bed, causing your cock to almost instantly erect itself, then she straightens her bedclothes, and lies down on her front. “Come on then, Hugh – massage me.”
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, and climb on top of her, straddling her thighs. Pouring some oil into one palm, you smear it over both hands, then begin applying it to her shoulders.
“Mmmm yes,” says Alicia, sighing with satisfaction.
You methodically work the muscles in her neck and shoulders, then her arms and hands, then her upper back, then down her spine to her lower back. Then, climbing off her, you move on to her feet, oiling and then massaging each in turn, before moving on up to her calves, then her thighs.
“God, you’re so good at this,” murmurs Alicia contentedly.
You pour more oil into your hands, then slide them up over her buttocks. You slowly caress and knead them, alternately pulling them apart and then squeezing them together. Each time you pull them apart, you get a nice look at the puckered muscle of her anus.
Then you begin massaging just her left buttock, using both of your hands. Your right hand sinks further and further between her buttocks, until the side of your hand slides against her anus.
She sighs with pleasure, so you continue to massage her left buttock, your right hand sawing back and forth in her cleft, rubbing her anal sphincter firmly with each stroke. You switch to her right buttock, and this time it is your left hand that gets to stroke her anus. Then you gently run your slippery middle finger along the cleft between her buttocks, over her anus and down her perineum to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, you sink it deep into her vagina.
Alicia shivers, and moans softly as you begin stroking her g-spot. But after just a few seconds of this, you pull it out. “Okay, turn over,” you instruct her.
Alicia turns on to her back, and smirks as she watches your eyes roaming over her naked body. “Ogle as you massage, Hugh,” she says.
“Right,” you say. You pour some oil into your cupped palm, and smear it over her upper chest. Then you set down the bottle, and resume the massage. Soon you have reached her breasts, and she smiles up at you as you excitedly knead and caress the gorgeous orbs of flesh, and gently pinch her nipples with your fingers.
“Mmmm,” says Alicia, closing her eyes and sighing happily. “That feels nice...”
You spend a couple of minutes on her breasts, then you move down to her abs, and on ... and Alicia’s breathing starts to quicken as you approach her pussy. But although you tease her by almost reaching her labia, you pull back time and again ... and then you move down to her knees.
“Ohhh!” says Alicia, frustrated.
Working your way up her right thigh, you take her right knee and pull it sideways, spreading her thighs apart. Again, you stop just short of her crotch. Then you do the same with her other thigh. Now her thighs are spread at an angle of thirty degrees ... and you massage your way from her inner thigh, to her groin ... and on to her pussy. As you cup her vulva and start to gently rub it, you pour some more oil over your fingers; it trickles through them, soaking her pussy and making it very slippery. Alicia, her eyes closed, utters a contented sigh, and begins slowly undulating her hips.
You sink your middle finger between her labia, finding her clitoris, and you gently rub it with long, slow strokes that bring your fingertip all the way to her vaginal opening, then back to her clit. Alicia’s soft moans tell you she is enjoying this, but after a minute or so, you slide your finger further down, sinking it into her vagina. Finding her g-spot again, you stroke it firmly but sensuously.
“Oh God!” she gasps.
You use your thumb to continue rubbing her clitoris, while your middle finger rapidly strokes her g-spot. Her writhing intensifies, as do her moans, which are now coming every breath. After five minutes of this, she seems ready to climax.
So you go all out. Sinking a second finger into her vagina, you begin thrusting both in and out at speed, taking care to keep stroking her g-spot with each thrust. With your other hand, you rapidly rub her clitoris. The dual stimulation of her biggest pleasure centres sends Alicia over the edge in spectacular fashion; she turns her head and screams into her pillow, grabbing it and pressing it against her mouth to muffle the sound. You do not let up your rubbing, however, and as her body bucks and shudders, the screams keep coming, over and over again, for almost half a minute, until you sense that the intensity is beginning to ebb. You slow down your rubbing of her clitoris, and then stop, while your thrusting fingers inside her gradually slow down as well. Eventually, you pull them out, as Alicia’s body goes completely limp.
Alicia removes her face from the pillow, gasping for breath. “Oh my God!” she whispers. “Once again, that was incredible. Thank you, Hugh.”
“You’re welcome!” you say.
She continues to pant for a while. Then she opens her eyes, finally, and smiles at you. “Want a blowjob?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She sits up, swings her feet off the bed, and slides down into a kneeling position in front of you. Then she unbuttons your boxer shorts, pulls your erection out, and guides it into her mouth.
“Ohh!” you gasp, as she starts sucking on the head of your cock.
Just a couple of minutes of the combined stimulation of her lips and tongue and hand and the roof of her mouth all working on the shaft and head of your penis are enough to bring you to your climax. With a shudder and a groan, you begin shooting spurts of semen into the back of her throat. She swallows and keeps sucking, and swallows again ... and keeps gently sucking ... until your erection starts to soften. Then she gets up, and smiles at you. “Happy?”
“So happy!” you tell her, tucking your cock away.
She goes over to her bedside table, picks up a glass of water, and has a quick drink. Turning back towards you, she grins. “Kiss me goodnight?” she says.
“Absolutely!” you say.
She puts her arms around you, and plants her lips on yours. You wrap one arm around her waist, and place the other on her right buttock, as you kiss her back. Your tongues emerge to meet each other, and swirl around each other for a full minute.
Then she pulls away. “Goodnight, Hugh.”
“Goodnight Alicia,” you reply.
You slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh, we mustn’t...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Just please ... pull out in time...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you pull out, barely in time as semen erupts from the tip of your cock, deluging Trisha’s pussy in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as you grind your softening cock against her semen-covered pussy and vaginal opening.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers, revealing, to your delight, that she is completely naked. She spreads her legs, and beckons you over with a seductive smile. “Wanna fuck me?”
You grin. “Yes please!” you reply, quickly undoing your belt and unzipping your jeans. “But ... I don’t have any condoms yet...”
Alicia rolls her eyes. “Fortunately,” she says, “I do.” She grabs a packet from her bedside table, and tosses it to you. “Slip one of those on, big boy.”
You attempt to, but immediately realise a problem, as the skin of your penis starts to sting unbearably. “Ack!” you say, hastily removing it. “Is this latex? I have a latex allergy...”
“Oh Jeez!” says Alicia. “Sorry, I didn’t realise.” She sighs. “Well shit. All right, let’s do it anyway. I guess I’ll use Maisie’s turkey baster method.”
Having kicked off your shoes, jeans and boxers, you grab Alicia’s bottle of baby oil, and thoroughly lube up her pussy and your cock. Then you climb on top of her, and lie down, slowly inserting your cock into her vagina.
“Mmmm...” says Alicia. “Hugh, your cock does feel fantastic inside me...”
You take your time, thrusting with long, slow strokes, and making sure your cock rubs against her g-spot with each stroke, while your pelvis grinds against her clitoris. At the same time, with your right hand kneading her left breast and stroking her nipple, you bend your head down to kiss and gently suck on her neck.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” Alicia gasps, digging her fingers and her heels into your back.
You fuck her faster and faster, and her arousal grows along with the volume of her moans, until she has to bite the fleshy part of your shoulder in order to keep herself from screaming as her orgasm hits. Reaching your own climax, you keep pounding your cock into her vagina as long as you possibly can, while your semen gushes in long spurts from the end of your cock, drenching and burying her cervix in a lake of white goo.
“Goddamnit Hugh,” Alicia pants, over a minute later. “You fucking rock. I can see why Maisie wants you to cum inside her – there’s just ... something magical ... the feeling, when you fill me up...” Then she taps your shoulder. “But dude, I have to use that turkey baster! I can’t afford to get pregnant!”
“Yup ... okay,” you say, climbing off her. She puts her panties on, and hurries out of the room.
Wiping yourself clean with a tissue, you put your clothes back on, then you leave Alicia’s room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Then you smile down at her. “Regular?” you inquire. “Or anal?”
She giggles. “Anal this time, I think, please.”
Climbing on top of Maisie, you press the tip of your cock against her anal sphincter, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I love this so much...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it massage time, Hugh?” she inquires hopefully.
“Yup!” you say happily. “If you haven’t got bored of them.”
“Never!” Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Let’s go then.”
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she strips off all of her clothes. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh. Picking up the bottle of baby oil, you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees, and then you proceed to give her back, neck, shoulders, and arms a thorough massage. By the time you reach her bottom, she is moaning in pleasure.
You massage her legs next, from the feet up, and then you give her bottom a very thorough and intimate kneading, using plenty of oil and getting her buttocks and pussy very slippery. Sliding two fingers into her vagina, you thrust them in and out a few times, eliciting more excited moans from Trisha. Then you climb off her, and...
say, “Okay Trisha, turn over please.”
take off your jeans and boxer shorts.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, dragging her skirt upwards, until her panties come into view. Then you cup her pussy through her panties, and begin to gently massage it, as her breathing grows heavier. When you try to get your hand inside her panties, however, she stops you. “Let’s save something for later, okay Hugh?” she says.
“Sure,” you reply. “Sorry.”
When you arrive at the parking lot, you and Angie apply sunscreen and bug spray, then you follow the narrow path into the preserve. It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, you meet up with her by the front door. She is dressed in a thin white midriff-revealing tank-top that clings delightfully to her braless breasts beneath, a pair of Spandex hotpants that are about an inch too short to fully cover her buttocks, and her sneakers.
“Gosh, Alicia!” you say, wide-eyed. “You look so ... wow.”
She giggles. “That’s what I was going for,” she says. “Let’s hope it’s not too racy for the gym!”
The two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage eight pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a skimpy bikini swimsuit whose breast panels are rather too small to adequately cover her deliciously plump breasts. “Wow,” you say, grinning at her chest.
“Get in the water,” she says, laughing, “before your boner pops out of your shorts.” She dives in, and you follow.
The lifeguard is watching you closely, so there are no opportunities for naughtiness, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut, clingy tank-top with no bra beneath, and a stretchy microskirt that barely covers her bottom. “Awesome!” you say approvingly, your eyes wide with delight, and she grins. Then the two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
Once you have collected your food, you follow Alicia to a booth. She sits down on one side of the table, and you take a seat...
opposite her.
next to her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is completely naked. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her bald pussy and her breasts. Then you ask, “Want to have sex again?”
She giggles. “Yes please!”
“Okay!” you say happily. “Vaginal or anal?”
“Hmm,” says Maisie. “You choose!” She spreads her legs, and you use her baby oil to lube up her pussy and anus. Then you strip naked, and oil up your erection. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at the opening of her...
anus.
vagina.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, holding her arms out. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
Trisha reaches down to your belt, and starts unbuckling it. “Let’s take care of you, now,” she whispers.
You help her out, hurriedly unzipping your jeans and then pulling them down to your knees, along with your boxer shorts. Then you lie down on top of Trisha, grabbing your cock and positioning its tip at the entrance to her vagina.
She gasps. “Hugh, we mustn’t!”
Lubricated by the oil coating her pussy, your cock slides into her easily. You begin thrusting, and Trisha moans, wrapping her legs around your back.
“Just make sure you pull out in time!” she gasps.
You fuck her with harder and harder strokes, and it is not long before you are approaching your orgasm. Thrusting energetically inside her up until the very last moment, you suddenly pull out, just as a stream of semen spurts from your cock, covering Trisha’s vaginal opening and then oozing down between her buttocks. You follow that up with a couple more spurts, and then you collapse on top of her.
Stroking your hair, she kisses your forehead, and says, “That’s my good boy. Thank you, Hugh.”
You lie in each other’s arms for several more minutes. Then Trisha says, “Well, I should get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, climbing off her and grabbing a tissue to wipe yourself off. “See you later.” You get dressed, then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha turns her head toward you. “Um, Hugh?” she says, looking a little anxious.
“I’m just getting a bit more comfortable,” you tell her, kicking off your shoes, followed by your jeans and boxer shorts.
“Uh-huh,” says Trisha. “Much as I enjoy seeing your cock, though, I’m concerned about what you’re planning to do with it.”
You climb back on to the bed, and pull Trisha’s ankles apart, so that her legs form an angle of about thirty degrees. Climbing on top of her, you lower your pelvis until your cock nestles between her slippery buttocks.
As you oil up your erection, Trisha says, “Hugh...?”
“Just try to relax,” you say gently, as you position the head of your cock against her anus, and begin to push it inward.
Trisha gasps. “Oh God, Hugh...” But she does not move a muscle.
You slowly sink your entire shaft into her rectum, and begin thrusting, while you slide your right hand beneath her abdomen, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy. You begin gently rubbing her clitoris, while fucking her anus in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh...” Trisha murmurs. “Hugh, we really shouldn’t be doing this...”
“Should I stop...?” you ask her.
“No,” she says reluctantly. “At least I can’t get pregnant this way, I guess...”
“Oh God...” you gasp. “This feels amazing...”
“Good,” says Trisha, sounding a little breathless. “Fuck my ass as hard as you like, Hugh.”
You do so, and it is not long before you are groaning with pleasure as you pump your semen deep into her bowels. Worn out, you nevertheless keep rubbing Trisha’s clit, faster and faster, until she, too, shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her, as you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “I love you too,” she says, turning over as you climb off her. “Give me a hug.” She holds out her arms.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your softening cock now pressing against her pussy. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently insert your middle finger into her anus.
A minute later, Trisha breaks off from the kiss. “I should get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and climbing off the bed. “See you later.” Getting dressed, you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt. When she does not object, you reach down, and pull her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, which you then grasp and begin to massage.
She chuckles. “Bored of birdwatching, are we?” she inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Then kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re topless in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties. Since she does not say anything, you pull her panties down to her ankles, and reach around her right thigh to stroke her pussy, while the fingers of your left hand explore between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, you lay your left hand lightly on Alicia’s thigh. Since she does not seem to mind this, you slide your hand up her thigh, dragging her skirt up, until you reach her panties. Cupping her pussy through the pink material, you begin gently massaging her vulva.
“Having fun?” she asks you, amused.
“Oh yes,” you reply with a smile. “How about you?”
She shrugs. “I’d be having more fun if you were inside my panties.”
You need no further invitation. Slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, you slide your whole hand inside, and begin sensuously stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. After a couple of minutes of this, Alicia is breathing heavily, with her head bowed. Reaching down further, you curl your middle finger and slide it inside her, so that you can caress her g-spot.
A little moan escapes from her lips, and she takes a couple of napkins, pressing them against her mouth. After another two minutes, despite this muffling, she is making sounds like a whining puppy, her body writhing in her seat. Then she begins to shake uncontrollably, throwing her legs out and arching her back so much she is in danger of sliding under the table. But eventually she recovers herself, sitting up straight as you withdraw your hand from her panties.
“Thanks Hugh,” she whispers, turning her face up to kiss you. Turning towards her, you tongue her mouth thoroughly, while slipping your right hand into the neckline of her top to grasp and fondle her left breast.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides through the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep into Maisie’s rectum. “Ahhhh,” she sighs happily. “Best feeling in the world...”
You begin thrusting, and Maisie moans in pleasure. Sliding your slippery shaft in and out of her anus feels amazing, and as you fuck her harder and harder, she reaches down and starts rubbing her clitoris. Over the next couple of minutes, her moans escalate in pitch and volume, but you realise you are closer to your orgasm than she is to hers, so you slow down a bit, and try to think of unsexy things.
By judicious use of this technique, you manage to keep your orgasm at bay until Maisie reaches hers. Then you go all out, thrusting fast and powerfully inside her rectum, while she screams with pleasure.
Then you yourself climax, pressing your hips hard against Maisie’s buttocks, forcing your cock as deep inside her rectum as it will go, and delivering spurt after spurt of semen into the depths of her bowels.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Yes,” you assure her. “We just did anal this time.”
Trisha nods. “Well, are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. And for heaven’s sake, put some underwear on, at least!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
You get dressed, and Maisie puts on a pair of panties. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides deep into Maisie’s soft, moist vagina. “Ahhh...” she sighs. “Yes ... fuck me, Hugh...”
You begin thrusting, and she moans in pleasure. You reach beneath her, grasping her left buttock, and massaging it while you fuck her with increasing speed. Then you find her slippery anus with the tip of your middle finger, and you slide it deep into her rectum. “Ohhh!!” she gasps.
You fuck her harder and harder, and her moans escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly climaxes, arching her back beneath you and shuddering in a powerful orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contract, squeezing your erection, and this sends you over the edge. A stream of semen bursts from the head of your cock, and you press your loins hard against hers, blanketing her cervix with your cum. Pulling back, you thrust again, and a second spurt spews out, followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... Over and over again you inject her with your semen, until the stream has abated to a mere trickle. Panting, you collapse on top of her, and she strokes your hair and kisses your cheek and neck.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Um,” you say.
“I know, I know,” says Maisie, a little grouchily. “I’ll go use the turkey baster.” As you move over to let her get up, she climbs out of bed.
“Good girl,” says Trisha. “Afterwards, would you like some lunch? I made sandwiches.”
“Sounds good!” you say.
While Maisie is flushing your sperm out of her vagina, you get dressed. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “This one’s still a work in progress,” she says. “Sorry Hugh.”
“Ah well,” you say with a rueful grin. “Maybe next time.”
“Stay and talk to me for a bit, though,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you frequently ogle what you can see of her breasts.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Go on, Hugh, have a play – you know you want to.” Smiling, she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a very short skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Wow!” you say, transfixed by the little white triangle you can see between her thighs. “Nice skirt, Brooke!”
She chuckles, and clasps her hands in her lap, blocking your view of her panties. “Thanks,” she says. “Your uncle seems to like it too – he complimented me on it this morning. Anyway, how’s it going?”
“I was wondering if you might show me some more VBA...?” you say hopefully.
“Oh – sure!” she says, turning back to face her screen. “Come on over.”
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she teaches you a little more about VBA coding. Glancing down to your left, you smile at the sight of Brooke’s white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
After a couple of minutes, she glances up at you. “Pay attention, Hugh,” she says, “or go back to your desk.”
“I’m sorry!” you say blushing. “I was listening, really I was. It’s just ... you’re a very lovely and very sexy woman.”
“Just pay attention,” she repeats, but she is blushing and half-smiling as she looks back at her screen.
“I will,” you promise, and you strive to be on your best behaviour for the next ten minutes or so.
Eventually, Brooke says, “Okay, that’s enough for now. I’ll send you a little example for you to practise on.”
“Thanks Brooke,” you say. “See you later.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
“Careful, Hugh,” Angie warns you, her breathing quickening as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, and you resume sliding your cock back and forth.
Masturbating while rubbing your cock on Angie’s pussy is an experience too exciting to last very long, and you are soon gasping as you spurt long sticky strands of semen all over her labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus. As you pant for breath in the aftermath, Angie holds out her arms, and you lie down on top of her, snuggling with her as she wraps her legs around your back. “Feel better?” she asks you softly.
You turn your face towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She responds eagerly, her tongue entwining with yours. You grind your softening cock against her sperm-slimed pussy, eagerly tonguing her mouth while reaching your right hand around her hip to grasp her buttock. As she presses her groin against yours, you find her anus with your slippery middle finger, which you then push deep into her rectum. She breaks off from the kiss, and gasps.
“Ohhh...” she murmurs, grinding her slippery pussy against your semi-erect cock. “We need to stop...”
“I know,” you whisper, slowly thrusting your cock along the groove between her labia. You are desperate to plunge your cock inside her, but you know the time is not yet right. You pull your finger out of her anus, and climb off her. Then, having tugged your boxer shorts back up, you walk to the door. Turning back, you smile at her and say, “I love you Angie.”
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily, her legs still deliciously spread. “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”
“Goodnight,” you reply.
You leave her room and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
“Where?” you ask her.
She shivers, then grins. “Vagina,” she says.
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching down with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against the opening of her vagina. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You sigh with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her vagina.
“Ohhh yes...” gasps Maisie. “Thank you, Hugh...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her vagina. Reaching beneath your cock with your right hand, you gently insert your middle finger into her anus, and begin thrusting it in time with your cock. Maisie croons happily at this.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, and it is not long before you are approaching your climax. Fearful of injuring Maisie, you withdraw your finger from her rectum, and grip her shoulders with both hands while slamming your cock into her with very rapid, powerful strokes. Maisie squeals into your shoulder while gripping your back tightly with her hands and with her legs. Then you groan loudly as semen pours from your cock in a series of long, very productive spurts. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She holds you close, and you cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her vagina.
“Just cuddle with me for a while longer?” Maisie pleads.
“Sure – of course,” you say.
The two of you lie in each other’s arms, until you suddenly start. Did you fall asleep? What time is it?
“Maisie?” you whisper. “I’m going back to my room.”
“Mmmhmm,” murmurs Maisie.
“You need to get up and go and use the turkey baster,” you remind her.
“Oh,” Maisie mutters. “Yeah ... okay. I’ll go do that in a minute. Goodnight, my darling Hugh.”
“Goodnight, my precious Maisie,” you reply.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and grins. “Have you come to fuck me, Hugh?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you say. “Um ... but I still don’t have any condoms...”
She rolls her eyes. “Fortunately, I do,” she says, grabbing a packet from her bedside table. “But I still want a massage first, if you’re not in too much of a hurry.”
“I’ll happily give you a massage,” you reply. “It’s one of my favourite things to do.”
“Okay!” she says.
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, as Alicia gets herself into position. Climbing on top of her, you thoroughly massage the back half of her body, paying especial attention to her bottom. Then she turns over, and you massage her front, spending plenty of time on her breasts, and even more time on her pussy and vagina. Eventually you bring her to a powerful orgasm, which leaves her utterly limp and completely satisfied.
“Wow...” she pants. “Well you’ve certainly earned your fuck, Hugh. Get one of those rubbers on; I want your cock in me.”
You take off your boxer shorts, and try putting on a condom. But the skin of your cock immediately stars to sting. “What the...” you mutter, hastily pulling it off. “Is this latex? I’m allergic to latex...”
“Oh!” says Alicia. “Crap – I didn’t know that. Sorry.” She sighs. “All right, fine, fuck me without one. I guess I’ll use Maisie’s turkey baster method.”
Eagerly, you climb on top of her, position your cock, and then slowly slide it inside her vagina. “Mmmm, yessss...” Alicia murmurs. “God your cock feels good in me, Hugh...”
You fuck her slowly at first, with long, measured strokes. But as your arousal grows, you pick up the pace of your thrusting, until after just a couple of minutes, you are almost ready to climax. Hammering your cock into Alicia with as much speed and power as you can summon up, you unleash spurt after spurt of semen deep inside Alicia, as she clutches your shoulders and moans loudly in a second climax.
With an exhausted groan, you collapse on top of Alicia, who is panting for breath just as hard as you are. “Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps. “Feeling you cum inside me was worth the risk – what a sensation! I can see why Maisie loves it... How the fuck do you do that? You must’ve cum a gallon! It was like a fucking fire hose...”
You chuckle. “I dunno – sheer arousal I guess. I was fucking one of the hottest girls I’ve ever met, after all.”
She laughs, rather breathlessly. “Well you can make a habit of it, as far as I’m concerned. That was awesome.” She continues panting for a few moments, then she says, “But shit, Hugh – I have to go flush myself out before your hyperactive sperms find my egg. Get off, please.”
You climb off her, and let her get up. “I guess I’ll say goodnight then,” you say.
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says, throwing her arms around your neck and kissing you deeply. After just a few seconds of tongue-fencing, however, she pulls back. “See you tomorrow!”
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh, we mustn’t...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Just please ... pull out in time...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you pull out, barely in time as semen erupts from the tip of your cock, deluging Trisha’s pussy in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as you grind your softening cock against her semen-covered pussy and vaginal opening.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You push the door open and enter, then stop, staring at Angie as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror on her dressing table. She is sitting on a wooden chair, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties, and when she looks back over her shoulder to see you, she smirks. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, putting her hairbrush down. She gets up and walks toward you, giving you a nice look at her breasts and panties. “Gimme a hug.”
You smile as you feel her large, soft, braless breasts pressing against your chest through the material of your t-shirt.
“Mmmm,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her back. You kiss her on the lips, and she responds, her tongue snaking out to meet yours. Reaching down, you sink your hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her buttocks, and then you take hold of her panties and start pulling them down. Breaking off the kiss, you slide her panties all the way down to her ankles, then you grin at the sight of her naked, shaven pussy right in front of your face.
“I assume you’re here to give me another back rub,” says Angie, amused, as you stand up again.
“Of course,” you reply. “If you want one.”
“Of course!” she says, chuckling. She steps out of her panties, then she walks over to her bed, and lies down on top of the bedspread on her front.
“Okay!” you say, grabbing the bottle of baby oil and climbing on to Angie’s bed. You kneel astride her, with your knees either side of her hips. Then you pour some baby oil into the palm of your left hand, put the bottle down, and rub your hands together. Placing your hands on Angie’s back, you proceed to massage the muscles of her shoulders and neck.
“Mmmm,” says Angie.
You massage the muscles around her shoulder blades, and then work your way down her spine.
“Ohhhh, that’s good...” she murmurs.
You reach her lumbar region, and spend some time working the stiffness out of her lower back.
“Ohhhh God...” she gasps. “This is so good...”
Having re-oiled both hands, you begin massaging her buttocks, sliding your fingers deep into the cleft between them, rubbing her anus and even sinking a fingertip inside.
“Very much!” you confirm, sinking your finger deep into her rectum, and slowly thrusting it in and out as you continue to massage her bottom with your other hand. Eventually you withdraw your finger, and climb off the bed. “How does that feel?”
Angie gets up into a sitting position, and arches her back this way and that, while you stare lustfully at her naked body. “Wonderful!” she says. “Thank you again, Hugh!”
“You’re welcome!” you reply.
Angie sighs happily. “All right, I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers, revealing, to your delight, that she is completely naked. She spreads her legs, and beckons you over with a seductive smile. “Wanna fuck me?”
You grin. “Yes please!” you reply. “Are you okay with using the turkey baster again...?”
Alicia nods. “It’s a pain, but it’s worth it,” she says.
Having kicked off your shoes, jeans and boxers, you grab Alicia’s bottle of baby oil, and thoroughly lube up her pussy and your cock. Then you climb on top of her, and lie down, slowly inserting your erection into her vagina.
“Mmmm...” says Alicia. “Hugh, your cock does feel fantastic inside me...”
You take your time, thrusting with long, slow strokes, and making sure your cock rubs against her g-spot with each stroke, while your pelvis grinds against her clitoris. At the same time, with your right hand kneading her left breast and stroking her nipple, you bend your head down to kiss and gently suck on her neck.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” Alicia gasps, digging her fingers and her heels into your back.
You fuck her faster and faster, and her arousal grows along with the volume of her moans, until she has to bite the fleshy part of your shoulder in order to keep herself from screaming as her orgasm hits. Reaching your own climax, you keep pounding your cock into her vagina as long as you possibly can, while your semen gushes in long spurts from the end of your cock, drenching and burying her cervix in a lake of white goo.
“Oh God, Hugh,” Alicia pants, over a minute later. “That was amazing...” Then she taps your shoulder. “But now I have to go and use the turkey baster.”
“Yup ... okay,” you say, climbing off her. She puts her panties on, and hurries out of the room.
Wiping yourself clean with a tissue, you put your clothes back on, then you leave Alicia’s room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Then you smile down at her. “Regular?” you inquire. “Or anal?”
She giggles. “Anal this time, I think, please.”
Climbing on top of Maisie, you press the tip of your cock against her anal sphincter, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I love this so much...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it massage time, Hugh?” she inquires hopefully.
“Yup!” you say happily. “If you haven’t got bored of them.”
“Never!” Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Let’s go then.”
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she strips off all of her clothes. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh. Picking up the bottle of baby oil, you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees, and then you proceed to give her back, neck, shoulders, and arms a thorough massage. By the time you reach her bottom, she is moaning in pleasure.
You massage her legs next, from the feet up, and then you give her bottom a very thorough and intimate kneading, using plenty of oil and getting her buttocks and pussy very slippery. Sliding two fingers into her vagina, you thrust them in and out a few times, eliciting more excited moans from Trisha. Then you climb off her, and...
say, “Okay Trisha, turn over please.”
take off your jeans and boxer shorts.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You cannot help noticing that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, dragging her skirt upwards, until her panties come into view. Then you cup her pussy through her panties, and begin to gently massage it, as her breathing grows heavier. When you try to get your hand inside her panties, however, she stops you. “Let’s save something for later, okay Hugh?” she says.
“Sure,” you reply. “Sorry.”
When you arrive at the parking lot, you and Angie apply sunscreen and bug spray, then you follow the narrow path into the preserve. It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to point her binoculars at some bird or other. She tells you a bit about each one, and lets you take a look for yourself, but her appetite for this activity greatly exceeds yours, and after a while you find yourself getting a little bored.
Still, Angie is fun to look at. And while she is staring intently at a great blue heron, you step up behind her and...
reach around her to grasp her breasts.
put your hands up her skirt to grab her buttocks.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, you meet up with her by the front door. She is dressed in a thin white midriff-revealing tank-top that clings delightfully to her braless breasts beneath, a pair of Spandex hotpants that are about an inch too short to fully cover her buttocks, and her sneakers.
“Gosh, Alicia!” you say, wide-eyed. “You look so ... wow.”
She giggles. “That’s what I was going for,” she says. “Let’s hope it’s not too racy for the gym!”
The two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage eight pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a skimpy bikini swimsuit whose breast panels are rather too small to adequately cover her deliciously plump breasts. “Wow,” you say, grinning at her chest.
“Get in the water,” she says, laughing, “before your boner pops out of your shorts.” She dives in, and you follow.
The lifeguard is watching you closely, so there are no opportunities for naughtiness, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut, clingy tank-top with no bra beneath, and a stretchy microskirt that barely covers her bottom. “Awesome!” you say approvingly, your eyes wide with delight, and she grins. Then the two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
Once you have collected your food, you follow Alicia to a booth. She sits down on one side of the table, and you take a seat...
opposite her.
next to her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is completely naked. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her bald pussy and her breasts. Then you ask, “Want to have sex again?”
She giggles. “Yes please!”
“Okay!” you say happily. “Vaginal or anal?”
“Hmm,” says Maisie. “You choose!” She spreads her legs, and you use her baby oil to lube up her pussy and anus. Then you strip naked, and oil up your erection. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at the opening of her...
anus.
vagina.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, holding her arms out. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
Trisha reaches down to your belt, and starts unbuckling it. “Let’s take care of you, now,” she whispers.
You help her out, hurriedly unzipping your jeans and then pulling them down to your knees, along with your boxer shorts. Then you lie down on top of Trisha, grabbing your cock and positioning its tip at the entrance to her vagina.
She gasps. “Hugh, we mustn’t!”
Lubricated by the oil coating her pussy, your cock slides into her easily. You begin thrusting, and Trisha moans, wrapping her legs around your back.
“Just make sure you pull out in time!” she gasps.
You fuck her with harder and harder strokes, and it is not long before you are approaching your orgasm. Thrusting energetically inside her up until the very last moment, you suddenly pull out, just as a stream of semen spurts from your cock, covering Trisha’s vaginal opening and then oozing down between her buttocks. You follow that up with a couple more spurts, and then you collapse on top of her.
Stroking your hair, she kisses your forehead, and says, “That’s my good boy. Thank you, Hugh.”
You lie in each other’s arms for several more minutes. Then Trisha says, “Well, I should get back to work.”
“Okay,” you say, climbing off her and grabbing a tissue to wipe yourself off. “See you later.” You get dressed, then you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen, chatting idly about this and that.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha turns her head toward you. “Um, Hugh?” she says, looking a little anxious.
“I’m just getting a bit more comfortable,” you tell her, kicking off your shoes, followed by your jeans and boxer shorts.
“Uh-huh,” says Trisha. “Much as I enjoy seeing your cock, though, I’m concerned about what you’re planning to do with it.”
You climb back on to the bed, and pull Trisha’s ankles apart, so that her legs form an angle of about thirty degrees. Climbing on top of her, you lower your pelvis until your cock nestles between her slippery buttocks.
As you oil up your erection, Trisha says, “Hugh...?”
“Just try to relax,” you say gently, as you position the head of your cock against her anus, and begin to push it inward.
Trisha gasps. “Oh God, Hugh...” But she does not move a muscle.
You slowly sink your entire shaft into her rectum, and begin thrusting, while you slide your right hand beneath her abdomen, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy. You begin gently rubbing her clitoris, while fucking her anus in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh...” Trisha murmurs. “Hugh, we really shouldn’t be doing this...”
“Should I stop...?” you ask her.
“No,” she says reluctantly. “At least I can’t get pregnant this way, I guess...”
“Oh God...” you gasp. “This feels amazing...”
“Good,” says Trisha, sounding a little breathless. “Fuck my ass as hard as you like, Hugh.”
You do so, and it is not long before you are groaning with pleasure as you pump your semen deep into her bowels. Worn out, you nevertheless keep rubbing Trisha’s clit, faster and faster, until she, too, shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her, as you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “I love you too,” she says, turning over as you climb off her. “Give me a hug.” She holds out her arms.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your softening cock now pressing against her pussy. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently insert your middle finger into her anus.
A minute later, Trisha breaks off from the kiss. “I should get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and climbing off the bed. “See you later.” Getting dressed, you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You take hold of Angie’s breasts, and start gently squeezing and fondling them through her t-shirt. When she does not object, you reach down, and pull her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, which you then grasp and begin to massage.
She chuckles. “Bored of birdwatching, are we?” she inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Then kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping the bottom of her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re topless in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Dragging the back of Angie’s skirt up with your wrists, you take hold of her bottom, and start sensuously massaging it through her panties. Since she does not say anything, you pull her panties down to her ankles, and reach around her right thigh to stroke her pussy, while the fingers of your left hand explore between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, you lay your left hand lightly on Alicia’s thigh. Since she does not seem to mind this, you slide your hand up her thigh, dragging her skirt up, until you reach her panties. Cupping her pussy through the pink material, you begin gently massaging her vulva.
“Having fun?” she asks you, amused.
“Oh yes,” you reply with a smile. “How about you?”
She shrugs. “I’d be having more fun if you were inside my panties.”
You need no further invitation. Slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, you slide your whole hand inside, and begin sensuously stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. After a couple of minutes of this, Alicia is breathing heavily, with her head bowed. Reaching down further, you curl your middle finger and slide it inside her, so that you can caress her g-spot.
A little moan escapes from her lips, and she takes a couple of napkins, pressing them against her mouth. After another two minutes, despite this muffling, she is making sounds like a whining puppy, her body writhing in her seat. Then she begins to shake uncontrollably, throwing her legs out and arching her back so much she is in danger of sliding under the table. But eventually she recovers herself, sitting up straight as you withdraw your hand from her panties.
“Thanks Hugh,” she whispers, turning her face up to kiss you. Turning towards her, you tongue her mouth thoroughly, while slipping your right hand into the neckline of her top to grasp and fondle her left breast.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides through the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep into Maisie’s rectum. “Ahhhh,” she sighs happily. “Best feeling in the world...”
You begin thrusting, and Maisie moans in pleasure. Sliding your slippery shaft in and out of her anus feels amazing, and as you fuck her harder and harder, she reaches down and starts rubbing her clitoris. Over the next couple of minutes, her moans escalate in pitch and volume, but you realise you are closer to your orgasm than she is to hers, so you slow down a bit, and try to think of unsexy things.
By judicious use of this technique, you manage to keep your orgasm at bay until Maisie reaches hers. Then you go all out, thrusting fast and powerfully inside her rectum, while she screams with pleasure.
Then you yourself climax, pressing your hips hard against Maisie’s buttocks, forcing your cock as deep inside her rectum as it will go, and delivering spurt after spurt of semen into the depths of her bowels.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Yes,” you assure her. “We just did anal this time.”
Trisha nods. “Well, are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. And for heaven’s sake, put some underwear on, at least!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
You get dressed, and Maisie puts on a pair of panties. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides deep into Maisie’s soft, moist vagina. “Ahhh...” she sighs. “Yes ... fuck me, Hugh...”
You begin thrusting, and she moans in pleasure. You reach beneath her, grasping her left buttock, and massaging it while you fuck her with increasing speed. Then you find her slippery anus with the tip of your middle finger, and you slide it deep into her rectum. “Ohhh!!” she gasps.
You fuck her harder and harder, and her moans escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly climaxes, arching her back beneath you and shuddering in a powerful orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contract, squeezing your erection, and this sends you over the edge. A stream of semen bursts from the head of your cock, and you press your loins hard against hers, blanketing her cervix with your cum. Pulling back, you thrust again, and a second spurt spews out, followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... Over and over again you inject her with your semen, until the stream has abated to a mere trickle. Panting, you collapse on top of her, and she strokes your hair and kisses your cheek and neck.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Um,” you say.
“I know, I know,” says Maisie, a little grouchily. “I’ll go use the turkey baster.” As you move over to let her get up, she climbs out of bed.
“Good girl,” says Trisha. “Afterwards, would you like some lunch? I made sandwiches.”
“Sounds good!” you say.
While Maisie is flushing your sperm out of her vagina, you get dressed. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “This one’s still a work in progress,” she says. “Sorry Hugh.”
“Ah well,” you say with a rueful grin. “Maybe next time.”
“Stay and talk to me for a bit, though,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you frequently ogle what you can see of her breasts.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Go on, Hugh, have a play – you know you want to.” Smiling, she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a very short skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Wow!” you say, transfixed by the little white triangle you can see between her thighs. “Nice skirt, Brooke!”
She chuckles, and clasps her hands in her lap, blocking your view of her panties. “Thanks,” she says. “Your uncle seems to like it too. Anyway, how’s it going?”
“I was wondering if you might show me some more VBA...?” you say hopefully.
“Oh – sure!” she says, turning back to face her screen. “Come on over.”
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she teaches you a little more about VBA coding. Glancing down to your left, you smile at the sight of Brooke’s white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
After a couple of minutes, she glances up at you. “Pay attention, Hugh,” she says, “or go back to your desk.”
“I’m sorry!” you say blushing. “I was listening, really I was. It’s just ... you’re a very lovely and very sexy woman.”
“Just pay attention,” she repeats, but she is blushing and half-smiling as she looks back at her screen.
“I will,” you promise, and you strive to be on your best behaviour for the next ten minutes or so.
Eventually, Brooke says, “Okay, that’s enough for now. I’ll send you a little example for you to practise on.”
“Thanks Brooke,” you say. “See you later.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Is it my turn for a massage?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “If you want one,” you say.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she pulls back the covers, and climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers and smooths them out, then she pulls her panties down, steps out of them, and lies down on her front, with her arms by her sides and her face turned towards you. You grab the bottle of baby oil, then climb atop her, straddling her thighs. You pour some oil into your right palm, set the bottle down, rub the oil into both hands, and then proceed to massage Angie’s back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
You throughly work the muscles of her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, then you work your way down to her bottom. Walking your knees backwards until you reach the end of her bed, you proceed to massage her feet, ankles and calves.
“Ohhh, that’s nice,” Angie says, her eyes closed.
You massage your way up to the backs of her knees, then onward up her thighs, which you tackle each in turn, using both hands to work the musculature all around the limb. As you approach the top of her left thigh, your slippery right hand is lodged between her thighs and getting very close to her pussy. At this point you pull your hand out from between her thighs, then you re-oil your hands and start massaging her bottom, thoroughly kneading her buttocks.
“Mmmm,” Angie murmurs.
You now work your hands deeper and deeper into her cleft, until your fingers are brushing against her anus. Then you say, “Okay, time to turn over.”
You climb off her, and Angie turns herself on to her back. You grin in delight at her bald pussy, but having re-oiled your hands, you start massaging her upper chest. As you work your way down, it is not long before you are gently kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. Sliding your hands down over her nipples, you knead her breasts with gentle, sensuous squeezes and caresses, coating them all over with the baby oil. You look up at her face; she is smiling happily.
After a minute or so, you continue down her torso to her abs, re-oiling your hands and then massaging her belly. “I love that you’re taking your time over this,” says Angie.
“You deserve the full service,” you reply, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of rushing it.”
Shuffling backwards until you are kneeling astride her knees, you then get to work on her thighs, oiling up her quadriceps and then massaging them in tandem, starting just above her knees. As you work your way upward, Angie’s breathing begins to quicken in anticipation.
You lift your left knee up off the bed, pull Angie’s right knee out to the side, and plant your knee down again, this time between her legs. Then you do the same with your right knee and her left leg, this spreading her thighs apart and giving you an even better look at her shaven labia and the tapered ridge of her clitoral hood. You re-oil your right hand, and resume massaging her inner right thigh, just next to her pussy. Working your way upward, you turn your hand as you go, encompassing more and more of her pussy with your fingers. Soon you are fully cupping her vulva, and gently massaging it. You rub her clitoris and labia for half a minute or so, then you slide your middle finger down to her vaginal opening, and slowly push it inside.
“Ohhh...” she gasps.
As you begin to thrust it in and out, you use your left hand to pour a little more oil over her pussy. Then you set the bottle down, and use the same hand to resume massaging her vulva. Angie begins undulating her hips, and uttering soft moans of pleasure. You insert a second finger into her vagina, and curl both fingers in order to start rubbing her g-spot. Angie inhales sharply, then lets out a long moan.
For the next five minutes you gradually escalate the speed and intensity of your rubbing. Angie tries to keep quiet, but eventually has to muffle her moans using the crook of her arm. Her pelvis keeps bucking up against your hands, but you keep rubbing her clit and g-spot continuously in tandem, until she suddenly stiffens, her back arching upward, her bottom at least a foot above the bed as she digs her heels in, shrieking her orgasm into the flesh of her arm. Her thighs are spread wide apart by now.
You do not let up your rubbing however, and you even increase the intensity as she climaxes over and over again. Finally, spent, she collapses back on to the bed, her body utterly limp. You continue gently sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina, however.
“Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps, when she has recovered her breath a little. “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling happily.
“You want to cum on my pussy again?” she pants.
“Yes please!” you say. You pull your boxer shorts down to your knees, and begin to masturbate, while Angie keeps her legs spread wide apart, and stares appreciatively at your erection.
Shuffling forward, you begin rubbing the head of your erection up and down the groove between her labia, from her clitoris to her vagina.
Angie’s breathing quickens as you gently press the tip of your cock against her moist opening, but she does not say anything, so you press a little harder. Her opening expands as the bulbous head of your cock sinks inside her, and she gasps. “Hugh...”
You slide your erection all the way in, until you feel it nudge up against her cervix. Lying down on top of her, you look lovingly into her wide eyes. “I think we’ve waited long enough for this, don’t you?”
Angie nods. “I ... I broke up with Eddie,” she says. “All this ... it just wasn’t fair to him.”
“I’m sorry,” you say, feeling guilty.
She kisses you tenderly on the lips. “Don’t be. You’ve given me so much ... even though you’re looking after my mom and sisters too... You deserve this ... and I have to admit I’ve been wanting it – so badly!”
“Me too,” you reply.
She chuckles. “Well, it’s not like you been starved of sexual contact, Hugh. I’m sure by this point it seems pretty routine to you.”
“Not even remotely!” you assure her. “Angie, each one of you is different. Unique. I love you all, but for each of you it’s for different reasons. Yes, I’ve now been inside all of you, but each time it’s been special, because the relationship I have with each of you is its own thing. With Maisie ... she’s like a wide-eyed novice adventurer, nervously excited about experiencing things for the first time. I feel like an older brother, taking her by the hand and leading her wherever the adventure takes us. With Alicia, it’s totally different – she can be kind of a brat, and she certainly speaks her mind ... and has no problem bossing me around. But I don’t mind too much – she’s super-hot, after all. Lest I get too full of myself, she’ll be the one to put me in my place. Your mom ... again, the relationship is totally different. I feel like a son to her, most of the time – she’s so strong and capable and kind and nurturing and warm ... but then there’s that vulnerability that shows through sometimes, that makes me want to look after her the way she looks after me. And then ... there’s you...”
“Yes?” says Angie, looking up at you. “What about me?”
“Well you’re the real beauty of the family, aren’t you?” you say softly. “The big sister of whom I’m kind of in awe, kind of nervous around – at least at first – because you’re so smart and mature and self-possessed ... but whom I absolutely adore because you’re just such a beautiful person, inside and out.”
She smiles happily, and kisses you. You respond eagerly, dipping your tongue into her mouth to lightly caress hers, while you start to thrust your cock inside her. Wrapping her legs around your back, she breaks off from the kiss, breathing heavily. “I adore you too, Hugh,” she gasps. “You probably don’t realise how much. Not just because of what you’ve done for me, but because of what you’ve done for all of us. Mom, me, Maisie ... even Alicia. We’re all happier because of you. It may seem weird, but it actually feels right to me that you’re fucking all of us now. I think it’s brought us all closer together.”
“May I ... cum inside you?” you ask her, as your thrusting intensifies.
“I assumed you’d want to,” she gasps, “and I wouldn’t dream of stopping you. Take full pleasure in my body, Hugh.”
You fuck her harder, and faster, and harder and faster still, until your body spasms and you groan in ecstasy, pumping streams of semen into Angie, filling her vagina until the white goo begins leaking out of her, around the base of your cock.
Angie cuddles you close. “Thank you Hugh,” she says softly.
You lie panting on top of her for a couple of minutes. She does not seem in a hurry to get your semen out of her. “Are you ... are you going to use the turkey baster?” you ask her.
“Do you not want me to?” she inquires.
“No,” you confess. “I’d like to get you pregnant.”
Angie nods, and strokes your hair. “I’d like that too, my love,” she says, “believe it or not. But I’m not sure if you’ve really thought it through. It’s almost Labor Day. I’m about to go back to school, and I’ve got three more years of my degree. Do you care about my education, Hugh?”
“Yes!” you say. “Absolutely.”
Angie smiles. “Hugh, I love babies, and I’d love to have one of my own. But first I want to finish my education.”
You nod. “Of course, Angie,” you say. “It was just wishful thinking. Of course you must finish your degree.”
Sensing your disappointment, Angie kisses you. “Is there ... something else I could do for you, perhaps?” she suggests. “Something a little ... kinky?”
You think for a moment, then grin. “You know how when I run with Maisie, she’s been running in just her panties and shoes, lately?”
Angie smirks. “I’d heard that, yes. She needs to be careful!”
“Well,” you continue, “what if when we go to the wildlife preserve, you...”
“I’m not wandering around that place topless!” says Angie firmly.
“Oh,” you say, a little deflated. “What about if you don’t wear a skirt, then...?”
“So, yoga pants? Fine with me,” says Angie. Then, seeing your face, she laughs. “Hmm ... we do occasionally encounter other people there, Hugh. I dread to imagine the looks on their faces...” She considers the idea for a few moments. Then she smiles. “All right, I’ll do it.”
“Awesome!” you exclaim. “Thank you!”
Angie chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “Now, if you could let me up, I’ll go and fetch that turkey baster.”
You climb off her, pulling up your boxer shorts, and she gets up. “Goodnight, Hugh,” she says.
You hold her close, and kiss her on the lips. “Goodnight, Angie.”
She smiles. “Maybe next time you can fuck me in the butt,” she says, grinning. “Then I won’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”
You beam. “I’d like that!” You let go of her, then you leave her room, and return to your own. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
“Where?” you ask her.
She shivers, then grins. “Vagina,” she says.
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching down with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against the opening of her vagina. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You sigh with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her vagina.
“Ohhh yes...” gasps Maisie. “Thank you, Hugh...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her vagina. Reaching beneath your cock with your right hand, you gently insert your middle finger into her anus, and begin thrusting it in time with your cock. Maisie croons happily at this.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, and it is not long before you are approaching your climax. Fearful of injuring Maisie, you withdraw your finger from her rectum, and grip her shoulders with both hands while slamming your cock into her with very rapid, powerful strokes. Maisie squeals into your shoulder while gripping your back tightly with her hands and with her legs. Then you groan loudly as semen pours from your cock in a series of long, very productive spurts. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She holds you close, and you cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her vagina.
“Just cuddle with me for a while longer?” Maisie pleads.
“Sure – of course,” you say.
The two of you lie in each other’s arms, until you suddenly start. Did you fall asleep? What time is it?
“Maisie?” you whisper. “I’m going back to my room.”
“Mmmhmm,” murmurs Maisie.
“You need to get up and go and use the turkey baster,” you remind her.
“Oh,” Maisie mutters. “Yeah ... okay. I’ll go do that in a minute. Goodnight, my darling Hugh.”
“Goodnight, my precious Maisie,” you reply.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and grins. “Have you come to fuck me, Hugh?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you say. “Um ... if you’re okay with me not wearing a condom...”
She nods. “I’ll just use the turkey baster again,” she says. “But I still want a massage first, if you’re not in too much of a hurry.”
“I’ll happily give you a massage,” you reply.
“Okay!” she says.
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, as Alicia gets herself into position. Climbing on top of her, you thoroughly massage the back half of her body, paying especial attention to her bottom. Then she turns over, and you massage her front, spending plenty of time on her breasts, and even more time on her pussy and vagina. Eventually you bring her to a powerful orgasm, which leaves her utterly limp and completely satisfied.
“Wow...” she pants. “Thank you, Hugh! Now claim your reward, and fuck me.”
You take off your boxer shorts, and climb on top of her. Positioning your cock, you slowly slide it into her vagina. “Mmmm, yessss...” Alicia murmurs. “Feels so good...”
You fuck her slowly at first, with long, measured strokes. But as your arousal grows, you pick up the pace of your thrusting, until after just a couple of minutes, you are almost ready to climax. Hammering your cock into Alicia with as much speed and power as you can summon up, you unleash spurt after spurt of semen deep inside Alicia, as she clutches your shoulders and moans loudly in a second climax.
With an exhausted groan, you collapse on top of Alicia, who is panting for breath just as hard as you are. “Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps. “You’re incredible – I don’t know how you do that...”
You chuckle. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She sighs. “I really don’t want to move,” she says. “But I need to go and flush myself out before your sperms get inside my womb.”
You climb off her, and let her get up. “I guess I’ll say goodnight then,” you say.
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says, throwing her arms around your neck and kissing you deeply. After just a few seconds of tongue-fencing, however, she pulls back. “See you tomorrow!”
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh, we mustn’t...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Just please ... pull out in time...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you pull out, barely in time as semen erupts from the tip of your cock, deluging Trisha’s pussy in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as you grind your softening cock against her semen-covered pussy and vaginal opening.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You enter, and see Angie sitting and brushing her hair, while wearing nothing but her panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, getting up and coming over to give you a hug and a deep French kiss. “I’m sure you want more sex, but may I please have a back rub first...?”
“Of course!” you reply.
“Thank you!” She takes off her panties, then lies down on her bed, on her front.
Taking off your shoes, socks, jeans, and boxer shorts, you grab her bottle of baby oil and climb astride her. Then, thoroughly oiling your hands, you proceed to massage her back, from her neck down to her bottom. Pouring more oil directly on her buttocks, you take some time to knead and squeeze them, until the middle finger of your right hand finds her anal opening, and slowly slides inside.
“Mmmm...” Angie murmurs. “That feels nice. I’m sure your cock would feel nicer, though.
You need no further encouragement. Sliding your oily hands up and down your shaft, you lubricate it from base to tip, then you lie down on top of Angie, position your erection, and gently press it against her anus. The tight muscle expands, and gradually engulfs the head of your cock.
“God...” gasps Angie. “You’re so big...”
Once the head is inside, the shaft sinks in easily enough, and you begin thrusting.
“Ohhh yesss...” Angie sighs with pleasure. “That feels amazing...” She tucks her hand beneath her belly, reaches between her legs, and begins to masturbate.
Her rectum, tightly gripping your cock, feels heavenly, and as you fuck it with long, powerful strokes, you do not take long to reach your climax. You delay it as long as you can, to give Angie time to reach her own orgasm, but it is not long before you are groaning in ecstasy as you squirt semen deep inside her in a series of long bursts.
As you wind down from your climax, you continue fucking her, albeit less energetically, until she suddenly shudders beneath you and utters muffled moans into her pillow.
For a while, as you lie on top of her, neither of you says anything. Then Angie says, “Thank you, Hugh, that was so good...”
You pull your softening cock out of her anus, climb off her, and fetch a tissue with which to wipe yourself. Then you bend down, and kiss Angie on the lips. “I love you Angie,” you say.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies, smiling happily. “I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers, revealing, to your delight, that she is completely naked. She spreads her legs, and beckons you over with a seductive smile. “Wanna fuck me?”
You grin. “Yes please!” you reply. “Are you okay with using the turkey baster again...?”
Alicia nods. “It’s a pain, but it’s worth it,” she says.
Having kicked off your shoes, jeans and boxers, you grab Alicia’s bottle of baby oil, and thoroughly lube up her pussy and your cock. Then you climb on top of her, and lie down, slowly inserting your erection into her vagina.
“Mmmm...” says Alicia. “Hugh, your cock does feel fantastic inside me...”
You take your time, thrusting with long, slow strokes, and making sure your cock rubs against her g-spot with each stroke, while your pelvis grinds against her clitoris. At the same time, with your right hand kneading her left breast and stroking her nipple, you bend your head down to kiss and gently suck on her neck.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” Alicia gasps, digging her fingers and her heels into your back.
You fuck her faster and faster, and her arousal grows along with the volume of her moans, until she has to bite the fleshy part of your shoulder in order to keep herself from screaming as her orgasm hits. Reaching your own climax, you keep pounding your cock into her vagina as long as you possibly can, while your semen gushes in long spurts from the end of your cock, drenching and burying her cervix in a lake of white goo.
“Oh God, Hugh,” Alicia pants, over a minute later. “That was amazing...” Then she taps your shoulder. “But now I have to go and use the turkey baster.”
“Yup ... okay,” you say, climbing off her. She puts her panties on, and hurries out of the room.
Wiping yourself clean with a tissue, you put your clothes back on, then you leave Alicia’s room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Then you smile down at her. “Regular?” you inquire. “Or anal?”
She giggles. “Anal this time, I think, please.”
Climbing on top of Maisie, you press the tip of your cock against her anal sphincter, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I love this so much...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts. You grimace, and glare at Kenny.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Not in front of Hugh!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny shrugs. “So what if he sees us fooling around?” he says. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind seeing your boobs ... do ya, Hugh?”
You merely stare at him in stony silence.
“Kenny!” says Trisha desperately.
He shrugs. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office,” he says to Trisha, letting go of her breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, tucking her breasts away.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. Then he downs his coffee, and leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you turn to Trisha. “Are you okay?” you ask her in concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she says, smiling fondly at you.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Another very sexy dress, Mom!”
Trisha chuckles. “Thanks, honey.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Looking hot again, Mom!”
“Thank you,” says Trisha, blushing.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says, coming over to you and bending down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it massage time, Hugh?” she inquires hopefully.
“Yup!” you say happily. “If you haven’t got bored of them.”
“Never!” Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Let’s go then.”
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she strips off all of her clothes. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her naked breasts and pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh. Picking up the bottle of baby oil, you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees, and then you proceed to give her back, neck, shoulders, and arms a thorough massage. By the time you reach her bottom, she is moaning in pleasure.
You massage her legs next, from the feet up, and then you give her bottom a very thorough and intimate kneading, using plenty of oil and getting her buttocks and pussy very slippery. Sliding two fingers into her vagina, you thrust them in and out a few times, eliciting more excited moans from Trisha. Then you climb off her, and...
say, “Okay Trisha, turn over please.”
take off your jeans and boxer shorts.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You are delighted to see that she is not wearing a skirt; her white panties are in full view. You also notice that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks. “I can’t believe I’m going out dressed like this,” she mutters.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, until you reach her panties. Slipping your hand inside the waistband, you cup her pussy and begin to gently massage it. As her breathing grows heavier, you tuck your hand further between her thighs, so that you can slip your middle finger into her vagina. By the time Angie parks in the parking lot, kicking up gravel as she brakes a little too hard, she is uttering loud moans of pleasure.
“Oh God!” she gasps, reclining her seat and spreading her thighs apart. “That feels so good ... don’t stop!”
A couple of minutes later, she is shuddering and moaning and arching her back in the throes of a powerful orgasm. As she recovers, panting, you pull your hand out of her panties.
“That was awesome,” she gasps. “Thanks Hugh.”
“Don’t mention it,” you say, smiling. “Shall we get out?”
Angie looks around nervously, but does not spot anybody in the immediate vicinity. The two of you get out of the car, apply sunscreen and bug spray, then follow the narrow path into the preserve. You are thrilled that Angie is only wearing a t-shirt, panties, and shoes ... and you tell her so.
She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “I just hope I don’t get into trouble.”
It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to look at birds through her binoculars. You encounter two or three other people, but although they look a little surprised, none of them makes a fuss.
Shortly after one such encounter, while Angie is staring intently at a family of ducks, you step up behind her and...
pull her t-shirt up.
pull her panties down.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, you meet up with her by the front door. She is dressed in a thin white midriff-revealing tank-top that clings delightfully to her braless breasts beneath, a pair of Spandex hotpants that are about an inch too short to fully cover her buttocks, and her sneakers.
“Gosh, Alicia!” you say, wide-eyed. “You look so ... wow.”
She giggles. “That’s what I was going for,” she says. “Let’s hope it’s not too racy for the gym!”
The two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage eight pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a skimpy bikini swimsuit whose breast panels are rather too small to adequately cover her deliciously plump breasts. “Wow,” you say, grinning at her chest.
“Get in the water,” she says, laughing, “before your boner pops out of your shorts.” She dives in, and you follow.
The lifeguard is watching you closely, so there are no opportunities for naughtiness, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut, clingy tank-top with no bra beneath, and a stretchy microskirt that barely covers her bottom. “Awesome!” you say approvingly, your eyes wide with delight, and she grins. Then the two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
Once you have collected your food, you follow Alicia to a booth. She sits down on one side of the table, and you take a seat...
opposite her.
next to her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the front door. Inside, Maisie makes sure the coast is clear, then she quickly heads to her room.
You find Trisha working on her laptop in the living room. She looks up, and smiles. “Nice run?”
“Intense as usual!” you say. “Maisie’s still by far the better runner.”
Trisha laughs. “Good job, anyway,” she says.
Maisie takes a shower first, and then you take your second shower of the day. Afterwards, feeling much refreshed, you go and knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in,” she says.
You enter her room and find her lying on her bed, reading a comic book. She is completely naked. “Well that was fun!” she says, grinning.
“Yes it was!” you agree, smiling happily at her bald pussy and her breasts. Then you ask, “Want to have sex again?”
She giggles. “Yes please!”
“Okay!” you say happily. “Vaginal or anal?”
“Hmm,” says Maisie. “You choose!” She spreads her legs, and you use her baby oil to lube up her pussy and anus. Then you strip naked, and oil up your erection. Climbing on top of Maisie, you position the tip of your cock at the opening of her...
anus.
vagina.
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like.”
“Yup, I’m ready when you are,” you reply.
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you. From here you have quite a nice view of her cleavage.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha barely hesitates before propping herself up on her elbows, and then turning herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, holding her arms out. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
Trisha reaches down to your belt, and starts unbuckling it. “Let’s take care of you, now,” she whispers.
You help her out, hurriedly unzipping your jeans and then pulling them down to your knees, along with your boxer shorts. Then you lie down on top of Trisha, grabbing your cock and positioning its tip at the entrance to her vagina.
“Oh Hugh...” she murmurs.
Lubricated by the oil coating her pussy, your cock slides into her easily. You begin thrusting, and Trisha moans, wrapping her legs around your back.
“Yes...” she gasps. “Fuck me Hugh...”
You fuck her with harder and harder strokes, and it is not long before you are approaching your orgasm. Thrusting energetically inside her up until the very last moment, you try to pull out, but Trisha’s legs are gripping you too tightly.
“Stay inside me, Hugh!” she cries. “Cum in my womb – make a baby in me, my darling!”
A stream of semen spurts from your cock, splashing across Trisha’s cervix. As Trisha squeals in delight, you spurt again and again, pumping her full of semen while you continue to thrust powerfully inside her. Eventually, spent, you collapse on top of her.
Stroking your hair, she kisses your forehead, and says, “That’s my good boy. Thank you, Hugh.”
“Did you really mean that?” you pant. “You want me to make you pregnant?”
Trisha sighs. “To my shame, yes I do,” she says. “And in the heat of passion, it seems like a wonderful idea. But it isn’t, of course – it would be a complete disaster. Kenny would ... I dread to think what he would do.”
“Maybe he’ll think it’s his,” you suggest, grinning.
Trisha snorts with laughter. “Funny,” she says. “Somehow I doubt it. So if you’ll kindly let me get up, I’ll go and use that turkey baster.”
Nodding, you climb off her and pull up your boxer shorts and jeans. “Can I ... cum inside you again, though?”
Trisha nods as she sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. “Yes,” she says. “I really loved how that felt. I don’t know what you’ve got going on down there, Hugh, but I’ve never before felt a man cum inside me. It was like ... I don’t know. It felt amazing.”
You smile. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did!”
Trisha grins, and sighs happily. She stretches, spreading her arms out and arching her back. “God I feel so good! You’ve made a new woman of me, Hugh. Perhaps I’ll stay naked for a while – would you like that?”
“I’d love it!” you say eagerly.
She smiles. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
You think for a moment. “Maybe ... start off your day in just your panties? Like your daughters do?”
Trisha bites her lip. “Kenny might get suspicious,” she says. “He’ll enjoy it, but he’ll want to know why.”
“Perhaps,” you say thoughtfully, “you can make him think it’s his idea. He already tries to get your dress off in the kitchen; what if you let him?”
She raises an eyebrow. “I kinda got the impression you don’t like it when he gropes me in the kitchen.”
You nod, a little sheepishly. “I get jealous,” you admit. “And indignant on your behalf. But it’ll be different if I know we’re playing him, and you’re doing it for me.”
Trisha smiles, and nods. “I think it’ll work,” she says. “But you’ll have to try to look a little less like you want to punch him.”
You chuckle. “I suppose I can do that,” you say.
“Okay, I really need to go and flush myself out!” says Trisha. “I’ll see you later.” She hurries out of the room.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the living room. Trisha has put on a pair of panties, but nothing else, and you take every opportunity to ogle her and fondle her breasts. She does not seem to mind; in fact, she seems to relish every grope.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?”
“Hmm,” you say. “Maybe I should go to the office, and sow some seeds with Kenny, to make sure tomorrow morning goes as we hope.”
Trisha nods. “That might be a good idea,” she says.
You grin. “Will you drive me there in just a top and panties...?”
Trisha gapes. “Hugh!” she says reproachfully. “That’s a lot to ask...”
“Who’s going to know?” you inquire impishly. “You won’t be getting out of the car until you’re back here. And who’s going to see you walking between your car and the front door? I doubt anyone will.”
Trisha chuckles. “You’re probably right,” she admits. “But what if I get stopped by the police?”
You shrug. “Don’t run any stop signs, and keep to the speed limit.”
She smirks. “All right then, I’ll do it. It might be quite exciting, actually... I don’t think I’ve ever done anything this crazy since college!” She giggles.
“Yay!” you say. “Good for you, Trisha ... and thank you!”
“I’ll go and put on a top,” she says.
Two minutes later, you follow Trisha out to her minivan, grinning at her white panties. As she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building, you reach over and fondle her breasts through her tank-top.
All too soon, it seems, she has parked the car. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. Heading straight for Kenny’s office, you knock on his door.
There is a brief scuffling sound inside. “Just a moment,” says Kenny.
The door opens, and Jenna emerges, looking rather embarrassed. You stare at her in surprise. “Hi Jenna!” you say.
“Hi Hugh,” she replies quietly. Then she hurries past you.
You enter Kenny’s office. “What was that all about?” you inquire.
“None of your business,” says Kenny, glaring at you. “What do you want, Hugh?”
“Are you having an affair with Jenna?” you inquire.
“No!” says Kenny. “But like I said, it’s none of your business!”
“Of course,” you reply, nodding. “But if you were, I could hardly blame you. I mean – she’s incredibly hot! The legs ... the boobs...”
Kenny chuckles. “Yeah, she’s a sweet piece of ass, that’s for sure. But I’m a married man, Hugh, so I don’t want to hear you speculating about an affair, all right?”
“Of course not!” you say, shocked. “I wouldn’t dream of ‘speculating’ about any such thing outside these walls. But holy cow, Uncle Kenny ... how do I get myself a girl like that? Can you give me some advice?”
Kenny smirks. “A girl like that, Hugh, is attracted to power. Work hard, climb the ranks of this company, and you’ll be able to have your pick.”
“Seems like that’ll take a long time,” you say ruefully.
“The harder you work, the faster you’ll climb,” says Kenny. “But you’ve got plenty of time. You need to finish your schooling first. In the meantime, just play the field. Have fun. Don’t get tied down. Your accent will get you a long way, I’m sure.”
You nod. “Okay – thanks for the advice!”
“You’re welcome,” says Kenny. “Now, what did you want to see me about?”
“Oh,” you say, snapping your fingers. “Yes. Aunt Trisha wanted me to tell you how much it bothers me that you expose her in front of me in the mornings.”
“Oh yes?” says Kenny, looking displeased.
“The thing is...” you continue. “It doesn’t. At least not in the way she thinks. I guess it just makes me feel sort of ... envious. Like, I wish I could get away with doing stuff like that! I mean ... you just, like, pull her dress down, and start feeling her boobs! And she doesn’t seem to like it ... but you get away with it, day after day!”
Kenny laughs. “Oh, she likes it, Hugh,” he says, grinning. “Deep down, she likes it. A woman likes a man to take control.”
“Wow,” you say, impressed. “I hope one day I can have a woman like Aunt Trisha, and do stuff like that to her. I mean, I know she’s my aunt and everything, but ... those boobs... Sorry – is it weird that I ... kind of like looking at them...?”
Kenny chortles in delight. “Not at all, Hugh!” he says. “It’s a very healthy reaction in a young man. Trisha does have a Grade A rack, that’s for damn sure.” He winks at you. “I’ll make sure you keep getting a good show in the mornings, don’t you worry about that.”
“Wow, Uncle Kenny, thanks!” you say appreciatively. “Gosh ... you’re pretty cool actually... Is it true you got all the women here at the office to wear short skirts?”
Kenny raises an eyebrow in amusement. “I wouldn’t dream of telling any of my employees to wear short skirts,” he says. Then he grins. “But power, Hugh, can be wielded in different ways. When you can’t be direct, because of rules and regulations...” He rolls his eyes. “...You can get what you want by more subtle means.”
“Wow,” you say, wide-eyed. “I can see I have a lot to learn from you, Uncle Kenny! The idea that you can make a woman wear what you want her to wear ... wow.” You chuckle. “No rules and regulations at home, though, right? You could just straight out tell Aunt Trisha what to wear, and she’d have to wear it!”
Kenny grins. “It’s not quite that simple,” he says. “But yeah, I could probably get Trisha to wear even less in the mornings if I wanted to.”
“Sounds like a challenge worthy of your talents!” you tell him.
He chuckles. “I’ve already said I’ll make sure you get a good show, Hugh,” he says. “Don’t push your luck.”
“Busted!” you confess. “Oh well – I’ll let you get back to work. Thanks, Uncle Kenny. This was ... instructive.”
He smiles. “You’re welcome, Hugh. Now go and work hard.”
“I will!” you promise, and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
Trisha turns her head toward you. “Um, Hugh?” she says, looking a little anxious.
“I’m just getting a bit more comfortable,” you tell her, kicking off your shoes, followed by your jeans and boxer shorts.
“Uh-huh,” says Trisha. “Much as I enjoy seeing your cock, though, I’m concerned about what you’re planning to do with it.”
You climb back on to the bed, and pull Trisha’s ankles apart, so that her legs form an angle of about thirty degrees. Climbing on top of her, you lower your pelvis until your cock nestles between her slippery buttocks.
As you oil up your erection, Trisha says, “Hugh...?”
“Just try to relax,” you say gently, as you position the head of your cock against her anus, and begin to push it inward.
Trisha gasps. “Oh God, Hugh...” But she does not move a muscle.
You slowly sink your entire shaft into her rectum, and begin thrusting, while you slide your right hand beneath her abdomen, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy. You begin gently rubbing her clitoris, while fucking her anus in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh...” Trisha murmurs. “Hugh, we really shouldn’t be doing this...”
“Should I stop...?” you ask her.
“No,” she says reluctantly. “At least I can’t get pregnant this way, I guess...”
“Oh God...” you gasp. “This feels amazing...”
“Good,” says Trisha, sounding a little breathless. “Fuck my ass as hard as you like, Hugh.”
You do so, and it is not long before you are groaning with pleasure as you pump your semen deep into her bowels. Worn out, you nevertheless keep rubbing Trisha’s clit, faster and faster, until she, too, shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her, as you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “I love you too,” she says, turning over as you climb off her. “Give me a hug.” She holds out her arms.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your softening cock now pressing against her pussy. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently insert your middle finger into her anus.
A minute later, Trisha breaks off from the kiss. “I should get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and climbing off the bed. “See you later.” Getting dressed, you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the kitchen.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull Angie’s t-shirt up to expose her breasts, which you then start to gently squeeze and fondle. “Having fun?” she asks wryly.
“Oh yes,” you reply happily, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re only wearing your panties and shoes in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, where she sneaks in the back way while you enter via the front door and take a seat in a booth. A few minutes later she emerges, wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “Got away with it!” she says. “What can I get you?”
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Pulling Angie’s panties down to her ankles, you straighten up and begin caressing her buttocks. Then you reach around her with your right hand, and begin stroking her pussy, while slipping the fingers of your left hand between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, you lay your left hand lightly on Alicia’s thigh. Since she does not seem to mind this, you slide your hand up her thigh, dragging her skirt up, until you reach her panties. Cupping her pussy through the pink material, you begin gently massaging her vulva.
“Having fun?” she asks you, amused.
“Oh yes,” you reply with a smile. “How about you?”
She shrugs. “I’d be having more fun if you were inside my panties.”
You need no further invitation. Slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, you slide your whole hand inside, and begin sensuously stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. After a couple of minutes of this, Alicia is breathing heavily, with her head bowed. Reaching down further, you curl your middle finger and slide it inside her, so that you can caress her g-spot.
A little moan escapes from her lips, and she takes a couple of napkins, pressing them against her mouth. After another two minutes, despite this muffling, she is making sounds like a whining puppy, her body writhing in her seat. Then she begins to shake uncontrollably, throwing her legs out and arching her back so much she is in danger of sliding under the table. But eventually she recovers herself, sitting up straight as you withdraw your hand from her panties.
“Thanks Hugh,” she whispers, turning her face up to kiss you. Turning towards her, you tongue her mouth thoroughly, while slipping your right hand into the neckline of her top to grasp and fondle her left breast.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides through the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep into Maisie’s rectum. “Ahhhh,” she sighs happily. “Best feeling in the world...”
You begin thrusting, and Maisie moans in pleasure. Sliding your slippery shaft in and out of her anus feels amazing, and as you fuck her harder and harder, she reaches down and starts rubbing her clitoris. Over the next couple of minutes, her moans escalate in pitch and volume, but you realise you are closer to your orgasm than she is to hers, so you slow down a bit, and try to think of unsexy things.
By judicious use of this technique, you manage to keep your orgasm at bay until Maisie reaches hers. Then you go all out, thrusting fast and powerfully inside her rectum, while she screams with pleasure.
Then you yourself climax, pressing your hips hard against Maisie’s buttocks, forcing your cock as deep inside her rectum as it will go, and delivering spurt after spurt of semen into the depths of her bowels.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Yes,” you assure her. “We just did anal this time.”
Trisha nods. “Well, are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. And for heaven’s sake, put some underwear on, at least!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
You get dressed, and Maisie puts on a pair of panties. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides deep into Maisie’s soft, moist vagina. “Ahhh...” she sighs. “Yes ... fuck me, Hugh...”
You begin thrusting, and she moans in pleasure. You reach beneath her, grasping her left buttock, and massaging it while you fuck her with increasing speed. Then you find her slippery anus with the tip of your middle finger, and you slide it deep into her rectum. “Ohhh!!” she gasps.
You fuck her harder and harder, and her moans escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly climaxes, arching her back beneath you and shuddering in a powerful orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contract, squeezing your erection, and this sends you over the edge. A stream of semen bursts from the head of your cock, and you press your loins hard against hers, blanketing her cervix with your cum. Pulling back, you thrust again, and a second spurt spews out, followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... Over and over again you inject her with your semen, until the stream has abated to a mere trickle. Panting, you collapse on top of her, and she strokes your hair and kisses your cheek and neck.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Um,” you say.
“I know, I know,” says Maisie, a little grouchily. “I’ll go use the turkey baster.” As you move over to let her get up, she climbs out of bed.
“Good girl,” says Trisha. “Afterwards, would you like some lunch? I made sandwiches.”
“Sounds good!” you say.
While Maisie is flushing your sperm out of her vagina, you get dressed. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “Let’s go then.”
You follow her out to the car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “This one’s still a work in progress,” she says. “Sorry Hugh.”
“Ah well,” you say with a rueful grin. “Maybe next time.”
“Stay and talk to me for a bit, though,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you frequently ogle what you can see of her breasts.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Go on, Hugh, have a play – you know you want to.” Smiling, she slips the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you find your gaze drawn to her exposed right thigh, crossed over her left, while you chat with her. You try to be discreet about looking, but you cannot help wondering if she is noticing your furtive downward glances.
Eventually Trisha smirks, and says, “Hugh, if you want a peek at my panties, you only have to ask.” She hikes up the hem of her dress, and spreads her legs apart.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a very short skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Wow!” you say, transfixed by the little white triangle you can see between her thighs. “Nice skirt, Brooke!”
She chuckles, and clasps her hands in her lap, blocking your view of her panties. “Thanks,” she says. “Your uncle seems to like it too. Anyway, how’s it going?”
“I was wondering if you might show me some more VBA...?” you say hopefully.
“Oh – sure!” she says, turning back to face her screen. “Come on over.”
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she teaches you a little more about VBA coding. Glancing down to your left, you smile at the sight of Brooke’s white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
After a couple of minutes, she glances up at you. “Pay attention, Hugh,” she says, “or go back to your desk.”
“I’m sorry!” you say blushing. “I was listening, really I was. It’s just ... you’re a very lovely and very sexy woman.”
“Just pay attention,” she repeats, but she is blushing and half-smiling as she looks back at her screen.
“I will,” you promise, and you strive to be on your best behaviour for the next ten minutes or so.
Eventually, Brooke says, “Okay, that’s enough for now. I’ll send you a little example for you to practise on.”
“Thanks Brooke,” you say. “See you later.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Are you here to massage me? Or to fuck me...?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Both,” you tell her.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers, then she takes off her panties, and lies down on her front. You grab the bottle of baby oil, climb on top of her, and proceed to massage her back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
Having throughly work the muscles of the back half of her body, paying particular attention to her bottom, you instruct her to turn over, which she does. You lovingly massage her huge, gorgeous breasts, as well as the rest of her torso, then you work on the front of her thighs, while spreading them wide apart. Finally you get to her pussy, which you thoroughly massage, slipping a finger inside her to rub her g-spot while simultaneously stroking her clitoris. It is not long before she is moaning and shuddering in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was incredible. Now fuck me, Hugh. Cum inside me. Fill me with your sperm. Ass or vagina ... help yourself. I almost don’t care if you get me pregnant...”
You strip naked, climb on top of her, and...
sink your cock deep into her vagina.
slowly push your cock into her tight anus.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
“Where?” you ask her.
She shivers, then grins. “Vagina,” she says.
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching down with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against the opening of her vagina. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You sigh with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her vagina.
“Ohhh yes...” gasps Maisie. “Thank you, Hugh...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her vagina. Reaching beneath your cock with your right hand, you gently insert your middle finger into her anus, and begin thrusting it in time with your cock. Maisie croons happily at this.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, and it is not long before you are approaching your climax. Fearful of injuring Maisie, you withdraw your finger from her rectum, and grip her shoulders with both hands while slamming your cock into her with very rapid, powerful strokes. Maisie squeals into your shoulder while gripping your back tightly with her hands and with her legs. Then you groan loudly as semen pours from your cock in a series of long, very productive spurts. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She holds you close, and you cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her vagina.
“Just cuddle with me for a while longer?” Maisie pleads.
“Sure – of course,” you say.
The two of you lie in each other’s arms, until you suddenly start. Did you fall asleep? What time is it?
“Maisie?” you whisper. “I’m going back to my room.”
“Mmmhmm,” murmurs Maisie.
“You need to get up and go and use the turkey baster,” you remind her.
“Oh,” Maisie mutters. “Yeah ... okay. I’ll go do that in a minute. Goodnight, my darling Hugh.”
“Goodnight, my precious Maisie,” you reply.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and grins. “Have you come to fuck me, Hugh?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you say. “Um ... if you’re okay with me not wearing a condom...”
She nods. “I’ll just use the turkey baster again,” she says. “But I still want a massage first, if you’re not in too much of a hurry.”
“I’ll happily give you a massage,” you reply.
“Okay!” she says.
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, as Alicia gets herself into position. Climbing on top of her, you thoroughly massage the back half of her body, paying especial attention to her bottom. Then she turns over, and you massage her front, spending plenty of time on her breasts, and even more time on her pussy and vagina. Eventually you bring her to a powerful orgasm, which leaves her utterly limp and completely satisfied.
“Wow...” she pants. “Thank you, Hugh! Now claim your reward, and fuck me.”
You take off your boxer shorts, and climb on top of her. Positioning your cock, you slowly slide it into her vagina. “Mmmm, yessss...” Alicia murmurs. “Feels so good...”
You fuck her slowly at first, with long, measured strokes. But as your arousal grows, you pick up the pace of your thrusting, until after just a couple of minutes, you are almost ready to climax. Hammering your cock into Alicia with as much speed and power as you can summon up, you unleash spurt after spurt of semen deep inside Alicia, as she clutches your shoulders and moans loudly in a second climax.
With an exhausted groan, you collapse on top of Alicia, who is panting for breath just as hard as you are. “Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps. “You’re incredible – I don’t know how you do that...”
You chuckle. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She sighs. “I really don’t want to move,” she says. “But I need to go and flush myself out before your sperms get inside my womb.”
You climb off her, and let her get up. “I guess I’ll say goodnight then,” you say.
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says, throwing her arms around your neck and kissing you deeply. After just a few seconds of tongue-fencing, however, she pulls back. “See you tomorrow!”
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh, we mustn’t...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Just please ... pull out in time...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you pull out, barely in time as semen erupts from the tip of your cock, deluging Trisha’s pussy in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as you grind your softening cock against her semen-covered pussy and vaginal opening.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
Fucking her slowly at first, and then with increasing strength and vigour, you savour every moment that you are inside Angie. But all too soon you find your own orgasm approaching, and you grip Angie’s shoulders, fucking her harder and harder as she moans in time to your movements. Then, groaning and shuddering, you pump streams of semen into her, filling her vagina until the white goo begins leaking out around the base of your cock.
Breathing heavily, Angie cuddles you close. “Thank you Hugh,” she whispers.
You lie panting on top of her for a couple of minutes, imagining your sperms swimming through Angie’s cervix into her womb. The longer you lie here, the more chance they will have of making her pregnant.
But then Angie pats your back gently. “All right, my love,” she says. “If you could let me up, I’ll go and fetch that turkey baster.”
You climb off her, and she gets up. “Goodnight, Hugh,” she says.
You hold her close, and kiss her on the lips. “Goodnight, Angie.”
Once she has left the room, you put on your t-shirt and boxers, then you return to your own room. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
“Ohhh god...” gasps Angie, as you slowly bury your entire cock in her rectum. “Yessss...”
You start thrusting, savouring the delicious sensation of her tight rectal walls gripping your erection, and Angie wraps her legs tightly around your midsection. Harder and harder you thrust, eliciting moans from Angie that grow louder and higher-pitcher with each moment that passes.
Eventually, hammering your cock inside her and slamming your hips against her buttocks with great speed and force, you reach an amazing and powerful orgasm, shooting jets of warm cum deep inside her bowels. You continue fucking her anus, albeit with slower and slower strokes, until every last drop of semen has been deposited in her rectum.
Breathing heavily, Angie cuddles you close. “Thank you Hugh,” she whispers.
You lie panting on top of her for several minutes,
until Angie pats your back gently. “All right, my love,” she says. “You’d better get back to your room.”
You climb off her, your softening cock slipping out of her anus. “Goodnight, Hugh,” she says.
You bend down, and kiss her on the lips. “Goodnight, Angie.”
Putting on your t-shirt and boxers, you return to your own room. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing an ultra-short dress with a deeply plunging neckline that reveals she is not wearing a bra. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide. This causes both of her sleeves to fall off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly tucks them away and pulls her sleeves back over her shoulders.
You grin. “You don’t need to cover up for me, Trisha!” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, hike her dress up, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds halfheartedly for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You enter, and see Angie sitting and brushing her hair, while wearing nothing but her panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, getting up and coming over to give you a hug and a deep French kiss. “I’m sure you want more sex, but may I please have a back rub first...?”
“Of course!” you reply.
“Thank you!” She takes off her panties, then lies down on her bed, on her front.
Taking off your shoes, socks, jeans, and boxer shorts, you grab her bottle of baby oil and climb astride her. Then, thoroughly oiling your hands, you proceed to massage her back, from her neck down to her bottom. Pouring more oil directly on her buttocks, you take some time to knead and squeeze them, until the middle finger of your right hand finds her anal opening, and slowly slides inside.
“Mmmm...” Angie murmurs. “That feels nice. I’m sure your cock would feel nicer, though.
You need no further encouragement. Sliding your oily hands up and down your shaft, you lubricate it from base to tip, then you lie down on top of Angie, position your erection, and gently press it against her anus. The tight muscle expands, and gradually engulfs the head of your cock.
“God...” gasps Angie. “You’re so big...”
Once the head is inside, the shaft sinks in easily enough, and you begin thrusting.
“Ohhh yesss...” Angie sighs with pleasure. “That feels amazing...” She tucks her hand beneath her belly, reaches between her legs, and begins to masturbate.
Her rectum, tightly gripping your cock, feels heavenly, and as you fuck it with long, powerful strokes, you do not take long to reach your climax. You delay it as long as you can, to give Angie time to reach her own orgasm, but it is not long before you are groaning in ecstasy as you squirt semen deep inside her in a series of long bursts.
As you wind down from your climax, you continue fucking her, albeit less energetically, until she suddenly shudders beneath you and utters muffled moans into her pillow.
For a while, as you lie on top of her, neither of you says anything. Then Angie says, “Thank you, Hugh, that was so good...”
You pull your softening cock out of her anus, climb off her, and fetch a tissue with which to wipe yourself. Then you bend down, and kiss Angie on the lips. “I love you Angie,” you say.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies, smiling happily. “I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers, revealing, to your delight, that she is completely naked. She spreads her legs, and beckons you over with a seductive smile. “Wanna fuck me?”
You grin. “Yes please!” you reply. “Are you okay with using the turkey baster again...?”
Alicia nods. “It’s a pain, but it’s worth it,” she says.
Having kicked off your shoes, jeans and boxers, you grab Alicia’s bottle of baby oil, and thoroughly lube up her pussy and your cock. Then you climb on top of her, and lie down, slowly inserting your erection into her vagina.
“Mmmm...” says Alicia. “Hugh, your cock does feel fantastic inside me...”
You take your time, thrusting with long, slow strokes, and making sure your cock rubs against her g-spot with each stroke, while your pelvis grinds against her clitoris. At the same time, with your right hand kneading her left breast and stroking her nipple, you bend your head down to kiss and gently suck on her neck.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” Alicia gasps, digging her fingers and her heels into your back.
You fuck her faster and faster, and her arousal grows along with the volume of her moans, until she has to bite the fleshy part of your shoulder in order to keep herself from screaming as her orgasm hits. Reaching your own climax, you keep pounding your cock into her vagina as long as you possibly can, while your semen gushes in long spurts from the end of your cock, drenching and burying her cervix in a lake of white goo.
“Oh God, Hugh,” Alicia pants, over a minute later. “That was amazing...” Then she taps your shoulder. “But now I have to go and use the turkey baster.”
“Yup ... okay,” you say, climbing off her. She puts her panties on, and hurries out of the room.
Wiping yourself clean with a tissue, you put your clothes back on, then you leave Alicia’s room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Then you smile down at her. “Regular?” you inquire. “Or anal?”
She giggles. “Anal this time, I think, please.”
Climbing on top of Maisie, you press the tip of your cock against her anal sphincter, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I love this so much...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Hugh’s watching!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny grins. “He doesn’t mind seeing your boobs,” he says, pulling her arms entirely out of her dress. He then tugs it downwards, so that it falls to the floor, leaving Trisha in just her panties and shoes. “Hmm, yes, I like this outfit on you.”
“Kenny!” says Trisha, with a nervous laugh, as her husband resumes fondling her breasts. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the attention, but don’t you think this is very inappropriate?”
Kenny chuckles. “Maybe, a bit,” he says. “But like I said, I like you in this outfit. I think you should wear it every morning. Hugh’s not going to be scarred by the sight of your boobs, Trisha. Let him have an eyeful – it won’t do him any harm.”
Trisha gulps. “Kenny...”
He gently pushes her, so that she has to step out of the dress. Then he stoops and picks it up. “No more dresses in the morning,” he says, his eyes flashing with excitement. “Just panties. You can take the shoes off too.”
“Seriously, Kenny?” says Trisha uncomfortably. But she kicks her shoes off.
“You’re my wife, and this is how I’d like you to dress around the house,” says Kenny. “If you leave the house, you can put clothes on. But inside, you’ll wear just your panties. Okay?”
Trisha looks up at him timidly. “But why, Kenny? What’s changed?”
Kenny grins. “You sent Hugh to talk to me,” he says. “But it just reminded me that I’m the boss of this household.” He turns toward you, and winks. “Enjoy the view, Hugh.”
“Thanks, Uncle Kenny!” you reply.
He laughs. “Okay, well, I’m heading into the office,” he says, letting go of Trisha’s breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, looking a little forlorn and embarrassed.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. He downs his coffee, then leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you jump up from your chair and run over to Trisha, who raises her hand to give you a high five. Laughing, you slap her hand. “Oh Trisha, that was awesome! You were great!”
Trisha giggles. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “And now I get to stay in my panties all day for you, and Kenny thinks it was his idea.” She sighs. “I do worry I’ve given up some of my power in my marriage, though.”
You nod. “I hope that doesn’t have any negative consequences for you,” you say. “Thank you so much, in any case.”
She smiles. “You’re welcome, Hugh,” she says. “I’m happy to do this – and more – for you.”
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Wow, Mom! Now you’re dressed like the rest of us!”
Trisha chuckles. “So it seems.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Mom! You’re almost naked!”
“Look who’s talking!” Trisha retorts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says. “Oh! Mom! You’re topless!”
“Thanks, honey, I hadn’t noticed,” says Trisha wryly.
With a shrug, Maisie walks over to you and bends down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her right breast, which has fallen out of her dress and looks deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup it with your hand. To your delight, Trisha merely smiles.
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Damn, honey!” he says, grinning at his wife. “You’re lookin’ mighty fine today!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he slips her sleeves off her shoulders. She squeals, but he has already pulled the dress down to her elbows, and is grasping and fondling her breasts.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Hugh’s watching!” she says to Kenny in an urgent whisper.
Kenny grins. “He doesn’t mind seeing your boobs,” he says, pulling her arms entirely out of her dress. He then tugs it downwards, so that it falls to the floor, leaving Trisha in just her panties and shoes. “Hmm, yes, I like this outfit on you.”
“Kenny!” says Trisha, with a nervous laugh, as her husband resumes fondling her breasts. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the attention, but don’t you think this is very inappropriate?”
Kenny chuckles. “Maybe, a bit,” he says. “But like I said, I like you in this outfit. I think you should wear it every morning. Hugh’s not going to be scarred by the sight of your boobs, Trisha. Let him have an eyeful – it won’t do him any harm.”
Trisha gulps. “Kenny...”
He gently pushes her, so that she has to step out of the dress. Then he stoops and picks it up. “No more dresses in the morning,” he says, his eyes flashing with excitement. “Just panties. You can take the shoes off too.”
“Seriously, Kenny?” says Trisha uncomfortably. But she kicks her shoes off.
“You’re my wife, and this is how I’d like you to dress around the house,” says Kenny. “If you leave the house, you can put clothes on. But inside, you’ll wear just your panties. Okay?”
Trisha looks up at him timidly. “But why, Kenny? What’s changed?”
Kenny grins. “You sent Hugh to talk to me,” he says. “But it just reminded me that I’m the boss of this household.” He turns toward you, and winks. “Enjoy the view, Hugh.”
“Thanks, Uncle Kenny!” you reply.
He laughs. “Okay, well, I’m heading into the office,” he says, letting go of Trisha’s breasts. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, looking a little forlorn and embarrassed.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. He downs his coffee, then leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you jump up from your chair and run over to Trisha, who raises her hand to give you a high five. Laughing, you slap her hand. “Oh Trisha, that was awesome! You were great!”
Trisha giggles. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she says. “And now I get to stay in my panties all day for you, and Kenny thinks it was his idea.” She sighs. “I do worry I’ve given up some of my power in my marriage, though.”
You nod. “I hope that doesn’t have any negative consequences for you,” you say. “Thank you so much, in any case.”
She smiles. “You’re welcome, Hugh,” she says. “I’m happy to do this – and more – for you.”
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “Wow, Mom! Now you’re dressed like the rest of us!”
Trisha chuckles. “So it seems.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts. “Mom! You’re almost naked!”
“Look who’s talking!” Trisha retorts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says. “Oh! Mom! You’re topless!”
“Thanks, honey, I hadn’t noticed,” says Trisha wryly.
With a shrug, Maisie walks over to you and bends down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a very short skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Wow!” you say, transfixed by the little white triangle you can see between her thighs. “Nice skirt, Brooke!”
She chuckles, and clasps her hands in her lap, blocking your view of her panties. “Thanks,” she says. “Your uncle seems to like it too. Anyway, how’s it going?”
“I was wondering if you might show me some more VBA...?” you say hopefully.
“Oh – sure!” she says, turning back to face her screen. “Come on over.”
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she teaches you a little more about VBA coding. Glancing down to your left, you smile at the sight of Brooke’s white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
After a couple of minutes, she glances up at you. “Pay attention, Hugh,” she says, “or go back to your desk.”
“I’m sorry!” you say blushing. “I was listening, really I was. It’s just ... you’re a very lovely and very sexy woman.”
“Just pay attention,” she repeats, but she is blushing and half-smiling as she looks back at her screen.
“I will,” you promise, and you strive to be on your best behaviour for the next ten minutes or so.
Eventually, Brooke says, “Okay, that’s enough for now. I’ll send you a little example for you to practise on.”
“Thanks Brooke,” you say. “See you later.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a tank-top and a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off, followed by her tank-top. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Are you here to massage me? Or to fuck me...?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Both,” you tell her.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers, then she takes off her panties, and lies down on her front. You grab the bottle of baby oil, climb on top of her, and proceed to massage her back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
Having throughly work the muscles of the back half of her body, paying particular attention to her bottom, you instruct her to turn over, which she does. You lovingly massage her huge, gorgeous breasts, as well as the rest of her torso, then you work on the front of her thighs, while spreading them wide apart. Finally you get to her pussy, which you thoroughly massage, slipping a finger inside her to rub her g-spot while simultaneously stroking her clitoris. It is not long before she is moaning and shuddering in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was incredible. Now fuck me, Hugh. Cum inside me. Fill me with your sperm. Ass or vagina ... help yourself. I almost don’t care if you get me pregnant...”
You strip naked, climb on top of her, and...
sink your cock deep into her vagina.
slowly push your cock into her tight anus.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
“Where?” you ask her.
She shivers, then grins. “Vagina,” she says.
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching down with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against the opening of her vagina. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You sigh with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her vagina.
“Ohhh yes...” gasps Maisie. “Thank you, Hugh...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her vagina. Reaching beneath your cock with your right hand, you gently insert your middle finger into her anus, and begin thrusting it in time with your cock. Maisie croons happily at this.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, and it is not long before you are approaching your climax. Fearful of injuring Maisie, you withdraw your finger from her rectum, and grip her shoulders with both hands while slamming your cock into her with very rapid, powerful strokes. Maisie squeals into your shoulder while gripping your back tightly with her hands and with her legs. Then you groan loudly as semen pours from your cock in a series of long, very productive spurts. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She holds you close, and you cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her vagina.
“Just cuddle with me for a while longer?” Maisie pleads.
“Sure – of course,” you say.
The two of you lie in each other’s arms, until you suddenly start. Did you fall asleep? What time is it?
“Maisie?” you whisper. “I’m going back to my room.”
“Mmmhmm,” murmurs Maisie.
“You need to get up and go and use the turkey baster,” you remind her.
“Oh,” Maisie mutters. “Yeah ... okay. I’ll go do that in a minute. Goodnight, my darling Hugh.”
“Goodnight, my precious Maisie,” you reply.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and grins. “Have you come to fuck me, Hugh?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you say. “Um ... if you’re okay with me not wearing a condom...”
She nods. “I’ll just use the turkey baster again,” she says. “But I still want a massage first, if you’re not in too much of a hurry.”
“I’ll happily give you a massage,” you reply.
“Okay!” she says.
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, as Alicia gets herself into position. Climbing on top of her, you thoroughly massage the back half of her body, paying especial attention to her bottom. Then she turns over, and you massage her front, spending plenty of time on her breasts, and even more time on her pussy and vagina. Eventually you bring her to a powerful orgasm, which leaves her utterly limp and completely satisfied.
“Wow...” she pants. “Thank you, Hugh! Now claim your reward, and fuck me.”
You take off your boxer shorts, and climb on top of her. Positioning your cock, you slowly slide it into her vagina. “Mmmm, yessss...” Alicia murmurs. “Feels so good...”
You fuck her slowly at first, with long, measured strokes. But as your arousal grows, you pick up the pace of your thrusting, until after just a couple of minutes, you are almost ready to climax. Hammering your cock into Alicia with as much speed and power as you can summon up, you unleash spurt after spurt of semen deep inside Alicia, as she clutches your shoulders and moans loudly in a second climax.
With an exhausted groan, you collapse on top of Alicia, who is panting for breath just as hard as you are. “Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps. “You’re incredible – I don’t know how you do that...”
You chuckle. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She sighs. “I really don’t want to move,” she says. “But I need to go and flush myself out before your sperms get inside my womb.”
You climb off her, and let her get up. “I guess I’ll say goodnight then,” you say.
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says, throwing her arms around your neck and kissing you deeply. After just a few seconds of tongue-fencing, however, she pulls back. “See you tomorrow!”
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
Continue.
As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Oh yes ... cum inside me, my darling...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you climax, pumping semen deep into her vagina in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as your thrusting slows, and then comes to a halt.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber, with your softening cock still inside Trisha...
Continue.
Fucking her slowly at first, and then with increasing strength and vigour, you savour every moment that you are inside Angie. But all too soon you find your own orgasm approaching, and you grip Angie’s shoulders, fucking her harder and harder as she moans in time to your movements. Then, groaning and shuddering, you pump streams of semen into her, filling her vagina until the white goo begins leaking out around the base of your cock.
Breathing heavily, Angie cuddles you close. “Thank you Hugh,” she whispers.
You lie panting on top of her for a couple of minutes, imagining your sperms swimming through Angie’s cervix into her womb. The longer you lie here, the more chance they will have of making her pregnant.
But then Angie pats your back gently. “All right, my love,” she says. “If you could let me up, I’ll go and fetch that turkey baster.”
You climb off her, and she gets up. “Goodnight, Hugh,” she says.
You hold her close, and kiss her on the lips. “Goodnight, Angie.”
Once she has left the room, you put on your t-shirt and boxers, then you return to your own room. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
“Ohhh god...” gasps Angie, as you slowly bury your entire cock in her rectum. “Yessss...”
You start thrusting, savouring the delicious sensation of her tight rectal walls gripping your erection, and Angie wraps her legs tightly around your midsection. Harder and harder you thrust, eliciting moans from Angie that grow louder and higher-pitcher with each moment that passes.
Eventually, hammering your cock inside her and slamming your hips against her buttocks with great speed and force, you reach an amazing and powerful orgasm, shooting jets of warm cum deep inside her bowels. You continue fucking her anus, albeit with slower and slower strokes, until every last drop of semen has been deposited in her rectum.
Breathing heavily, Angie cuddles you close. “Thank you Hugh,” she whispers.
You lie panting on top of her for several minutes,
until Angie pats your back gently. “All right, my love,” she says. “You’d better get back to your room.”
You climb off her, your softening cock slipping out of her anus. “Goodnight, Hugh,” she says.
You bend down, and kiss her on the lips. “Goodnight, Angie.”
Putting on your t-shirt and boxers, you return to your own room. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
Continue.
When you wake up the next morning, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a pee and a quick shower. While you are there, you brush your teeth as well.
Leaving the bathroom, you return to your bedroom and get dressed. Then you head to...
the kitchen.
the master bedroom.
Angie’s room.
Alicia’s room.
Maisie’s room.
You find Trisha in the kitchen, making pancakes. She is wearing a pair of white panties, and nothing else. “Good morning, Hugh!” she says with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?” She puts down her spatula and then comes towards you with her arms spread wide.
You grin at her huge and lovely breasts. “Yes thanks,” you say, pulling her into a hug. You reach down behind her back, and slide your hands down into her panties to squeeze and caress her buttocks. Then you kiss her, your tongue slipping out to meet hers.
She responds enthusiastically for a few seconds, but then whispers, “Careful please, Hugh – Kenny could walk in.”
You nod, and disengage. “You look sensational,” you tell her.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Would you like pancakes?”
“Hmm,” you say,
“no thanks, I’ll just have some cereal.”
“sure, yes please.”
The door of the master bedroom is open. You knock, them cautiously enter. Your uncle Kenny is sitting on the bed, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other; he looks up as you enter. “Ah, Hugh,” he says. “Good morning. Will I be seeing you in the office today?”
“Quite possibly,” you tell him guardedly.
“Do you have any questions about the job?” he asks.
“No, not right now,” you reply.
“All right then,” says Kenny, before turning back to his phone. “See you later.”
“Yup,” you say. You turn and leave the room, then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Angie’s door, and hear her say, “Come in!”
You enter, and see Angie sitting and brushing her hair, while wearing nothing but her panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, getting up and coming over to give you a hug and a deep French kiss. “I’m sure you want more sex, but may I please have a back rub first...?”
“Of course!” you reply.
“Thank you!” She takes off her panties, then lies down on her bed, on her front.
Taking off your shoes, socks, jeans, and boxer shorts, you grab her bottle of baby oil and climb astride her. Then, thoroughly oiling your hands, you proceed to massage her back, from her neck down to her bottom. Pouring more oil directly on her buttocks, you take some time to knead and squeeze them, until the middle finger of your right hand finds her anal opening, and slowly slides inside.
“Mmmm...” Angie murmurs. “That feels nice. I’m sure your cock would feel nicer, though.
You need no further encouragement. Sliding your oily hands up and down your shaft, you lubricate it from base to tip, then you lie down on top of Angie, position your erection, and gently press it against her anus. The tight muscle expands, and gradually engulfs the head of your cock.
“God...” gasps Angie. “You’re so big...”
Once the head is inside, the shaft sinks in easily enough, and you begin thrusting.
“Ohhh yesss...” Angie sighs with pleasure. “That feels amazing...” She tucks her hand beneath her belly, reaches between her legs, and begins to masturbate.
Her rectum, tightly gripping your cock, feels heavenly, and as you fuck it with long, powerful strokes, you do not take long to reach your climax. You delay it as long as you can, to give Angie time to reach her own orgasm, but it is not long before you are groaning in ecstasy as you squirt semen deep inside her in a series of long bursts.
As you wind down from your climax, you continue fucking her, albeit less energetically, until she suddenly shudders beneath you and utters muffled moans into her pillow.
For a while, as you lie on top of her, neither of you says anything. Then Angie says, “Thank you, Hugh, that was so good...”
You pull your softening cock out of her anus, climb off her, and fetch a tissue with which to wipe yourself. Then you bend down, and kiss Angie on the lips. “I love you Angie,” you say.
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies, smiling happily. “I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.”
“Okay,” you say. You leave her room, closing the door behind you, and go to the kitchen.
Continue.
You knock on Alicia’s door, and hear a mumbled “Come in.”
You open the door and enter Alicia’s room, finding her still tucked up in bed. “Good morning Alicia,” you say.
She rubs her eyes. “Hugh!” she says. “Good morning!” She throws back her covers, revealing, to your delight, that she is completely naked. She spreads her legs, and beckons you over with a seductive smile. “Wanna fuck me?”
You grin. “Yes please!” you reply. “Are you okay with using the turkey baster again...?”
Alicia nods. “It’s a pain, but it’s worth it,” she says.
Having kicked off your shoes, jeans and boxers, you grab Alicia’s bottle of baby oil, and thoroughly lube up her pussy and your cock. Then you climb on top of her, and lie down, slowly inserting your erection into her vagina.
“Mmmm...” says Alicia. “Hugh, your cock does feel fantastic inside me...”
You take your time, thrusting with long, slow strokes, and making sure your cock rubs against her g-spot with each stroke, while your pelvis grinds against her clitoris. At the same time, with your right hand kneading her left breast and stroking her nipple, you bend your head down to kiss and gently suck on her neck.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” Alicia gasps, digging her fingers and her heels into your back.
You fuck her faster and faster, and her arousal grows along with the volume of her moans, until she has to bite the fleshy part of your shoulder in order to keep herself from screaming as her orgasm hits. Reaching your own climax, you keep pounding your cock into her vagina as long as you possibly can, while your semen gushes in long spurts from the end of your cock, drenching and burying her cervix in a lake of white goo.
“Oh God, Hugh,” Alicia pants, over a minute later. “That was amazing...” Then she taps your shoulder. “But now I have to go and use the turkey baster.”
“Yup ... okay,” you say, climbing off her. She puts her panties on, and hurries out of the room.
Wiping yourself clean with a tissue, you put your clothes back on, then you leave Alicia’s room and head to the kitchen.
Continue.
You cautiously knock on Maisie’s door. “Come in!” she says, and you open the door and enter.
Maisie, to your delight, is on the floor, doing some stretching exercises while dressed only in a pair of flower-patterned panties.
“Good morning, my love,” you say, smiling at her naked breasts.
“Good morning Hugh!” she says excitedly. She jumps to her feet, pulls her panties down, and skips over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing you. “Have you come to fuck me, my darling?”
“Yes,” you reply, “if you’re willing...”
“Oh yes!” she says, with a little giggle. “Very willing!” She slips over to her bed, lies down, and draws her knees up to her chest. “Fuck me, Hugh!”
Taking off your shoes, jeans, and boxer shorts, you walk over to her bed, and fetch the baby oil from her bedside cabinet. Pouring oil into your cupped palm, you thoroughly lube up her pussy and anus, and your cock. Then you smile down at her. “Regular?” you inquire. “Or anal?”
She giggles. “Anal this time, I think, please.”
Climbing on top of Maisie, you press the tip of your cock against her anal sphincter, and exert a gentle pressure, so that the head of your cock starts to sink inward, slowly forcing her anus open. Maisie sighs happily as the bulbous head of your erection gradually slides through her tight orifice. “Oh Hugh ... I love this so much...”
Your cock is soon buried deep in her rectum, your pelvis pressed tightly against her buttocks. The sensation is amazing. Slowly, you begin thrusting in and out of her, and she moans softly in pleasure.
“Hush,” you whisper. “People are up and about.”
You kiss her, and she responds passionately, her tongue swirling around yours as you fuck her rectum with long, slow strokes. Over the next couple of minutes, you increase the pace of your thrusting, as Maisie wraps her arms and legs tightly around your back. Then your orgasm hits, and you groan and shudder, flooding Maisie’s rectum with spurt after spurt of your semen.
“Oh Hugh!” sighs Maisie happily. “I felt that. I love it when you cum inside me...”
You cuddle with her for a minute, then you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “I’d better go,” you say, climbing off the bed and picking up your boxer shorts.
Maisie nods. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”
“Okay,” you say. You finish getting dressed, and give her a kiss on the lips. Then you leave her room, close the door, and then head to the kitchen.
Continue.
“Sure, help yourself!” says Trisha, gesturing to a shelf on which stand several cereal boxes. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea, please,” you reply. You fetch a box of Cheerios and a cereal bowl, and then some milk from the fridge. Then you sit down at the table and begin to eat, while Trisha makes your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Ah, good,” he says, grinning at his wife. “Lookin’ good today, honey!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he begins grasping and fondling her breasts.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Hugh’s watching...” she says uncomfortably.
Kenny grins. “Can’t really blame him,” he says, letting go of her breasts. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, looking rather embarrassed.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. He downs his coffee, then leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you grin at Trisha. “I love you so much, Trisha!”
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies with a smile.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “And good morning, Mom!”
Trisha smiles. “Good morning, Angie.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says. She walks over to you and bends down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“Okay then!” says Trisha, pleased. “Have a seat.”
You sit down at the table, and wait. When Trisha brings over your plate of pancakes, she sets it down in front of you, then she leans on the table next to you, smiling at you. “I hope you enjoy them,” she says.
Your eyes are drawn to her breasts, which look deliciously large and sumptuous. Unable to resist temptation, you reach out and cup her right breast with your hand.
Trisha smiles. “Would you like some tea or coffee?” she asks you.
“Tea, please,” you reply, gently massaging her breast and teasing her nipple with your fingers. Trisha winks at you, then she straightens up and goes to make your tea.
Kenny saunters in, clutching a mug of coffee. “Ah, good,” he says, grinning at his wife. “Lookin’ good today, honey!” He walks over to her and pulls her into a kiss, to which she halfheartedly responds. Then he begins grasping and fondling her breasts.
Trisha leans away from the kiss. “Hugh’s watching...” she says uncomfortably.
Kenny grins. “Can’t really blame him,” he says, letting go of her breasts. “Ah well, I’m heading into the office. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” says Trisha, looking rather embarrassed.
“And hopefully I’ll see you this afternoon at the office, Hugh!” says Kenny. He downs his coffee, then leaves the room, heading for the front door.
As soon as you hear it click shut, you grin at Trisha. “I love you so much, Trisha!”
“I love you too, Hugh,” she replies with a smile.
Shortly afterwards, Angie enters the room, wearing nothing but her white panties. “Good morning Hugh!” she says, smiling warmly at you, as you grin at her lovely bare breasts. “And good morning, Mom!”
Trisha smiles. “Good morning, Angie.”
Then Alicia skips in, wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties. “Morning everyone!” she says, giggling as you stare in delight at her breasts.
Soon the four of you are sitting down together, eating breakfast. Then Maisie walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of flower-printed panties. “Morning guys,” she says. She walks over to you and bends down to kiss your cheek. Then she pours herself some coffee, and drinks it while leaning casually against the counter.
“So, Hugh,” says Trisha briskly. “What would you like to do this morning?”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’d like to...
stick around here.”
go birdwatching with Angie.”
go to the sports centre with Alicia.”
go running with Maisie.”
go into town.”
“All right!” says Trisha, her eyes lighting up with eager anticipation. “Lucky me!”
After breakfast, one by one, the girls leave the house, and you find yourself alone with Trisha. While she works, you play on your phone for a while, until you get bored.
You get up from your bed, and go in search of Trisha. Finding her in the living room, hunched over her laptop, you say, “Hi Trisha.”
She looks up and smiles at you. “Is it massage time, Hugh?” she inquires hopefully.
“Yup!” you say happily. “If you haven’t got bored of them.”
“Never!” Trisha stands up, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Let’s go then.”
You follow Trisha through to her bedroom, and eagerly watch as she takes off her panties. Giving you a shy smile as you stare happily at her pussy, she climbs on to her bed and lies down on her front. Her bare bottom looks shapely and gorgeous.
“You really are beautiful, Trisha,” you say with a happy sigh. Picking up the bottle of baby oil, you climb on top of her, straddling her with your knees, and then you proceed to give her back, neck, shoulders, and arms a thorough massage. By the time you reach her bottom, she is moaning in pleasure.
You massage her legs next, from the feet up, and then you give her bottom a very thorough and intimate kneading, using plenty of oil and getting her buttocks and pussy very slippery. Sliding two fingers into her vagina, you thrust them in and out a few times, eliciting more excited moans from Trisha. Then you climb off her, and...
say, “Okay Trisha, turn over please.”
take off your jeans and boxer shorts.
“All right!” says Angie happily.
After breakfast, therefore, once Angie has finished getting ready, you and she go out to her car. You are delighted to see that she is not wearing a skirt; her white panties are in full view. You also notice that she has not put on a bra; her breasts are bouncing around unfettered inside her top as she walks. “I can’t believe I’m going out dressed like this,” she mutters.
On the way to Connelly Lake State Park, you reach out and stroke Angie’s leg as she drives. Since she makes no objection, you slide your hand further and further up her thigh, until you reach her panties. Slipping your hand inside the waistband, you cup her pussy and begin to gently massage it. As her breathing grows heavier, you tuck your hand further between her thighs, so that you can slip your middle finger into her vagina. By the time Angie parks in the parking lot, kicking up gravel as she brakes a little too hard, she is uttering loud moans of pleasure.
“Oh God!” she gasps, reclining her seat and spreading her thighs apart. “That feels so good ... don’t stop!”
A couple of minutes later, she is shuddering and moaning and arching her back in the throes of a powerful orgasm. As she recovers, panting, you pull your hand out of her panties.
“That was awesome,” she gasps. “Thanks Hugh.”
“Don’t mention it,” you say, smiling. “Shall we get out?”
Angie looks around nervously, but does not spot anybody in the immediate vicinity. The two of you get out of the car, apply sunscreen and bug spray, then follow the narrow path into the preserve. You are thrilled that Angie is only wearing a t-shirt, panties, and shoes ... and you tell her so.
She chuckles. “You’re welcome,” she says. “I just hope I don’t get into trouble.”
It takes the two of you a long time to complete the trail around the wetlands, since Angie keeps stopping to look at birds through her binoculars. You encounter two or three other people, but although they look a little surprised, none of them makes a fuss.
Shortly after one such encounter, while Angie is staring intently at a family of ducks, you step up behind her and...
pull her t-shirt up.
pull her panties down.
“Awesome!” says Alicia excitedly. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, okay?”
“Sounds good,” you say.
After breakfast, you go to your room and put on your workout clothes, then you pack a plastic bag with your swimming things.
When Alicia is ready to leave, you meet up with her by the front door. She is dressed in a thin white midriff-revealing tank-top that clings delightfully to her braless breasts beneath, a pair of Spandex hotpants that are about an inch too short to fully cover her buttocks, and her sneakers.
“Gosh, Alicia!” you say, wide-eyed. “You look so ... wow.”
She giggles. “That’s what I was going for,” she says. “Let’s hope it’s not too racy for the gym!”
The two of you walk to the nearest bus stop, and catch a bus to the sports centre. Having checked in, you head to the main workout area, where you head straight for the pull-up bar. You manage eight pull-ups in a row before your arms give out.
“Good job,” says Alicia.
After an hour of exercise on various pieces of equipment, you go to your respective changing rooms, and meet up a couple of minutes later at the poolside. Alicia is wearing a skimpy bikini swimsuit whose breast panels are rather too small to adequately cover her deliciously plump breasts. “Wow,” you say, grinning at her chest.
“Get in the water,” she says, laughing, “before your boner pops out of your shorts.” She dives in, and you follow.
The lifeguard is watching you closely, so there are no opportunities for naughtiness, but it is very pleasant to splash about with Alicia and chat with her.
Eventually she climbs out. “Shall we go and find somewhere to have lunch?” she asks.
“Sure,” you reply.
Having showered and got dressed, you meet up with Alicia again in the lobby. She is now wearing a low-cut, clingy tank-top with no bra beneath, and a stretchy microskirt that barely covers her bottom. “Awesome!” you say approvingly, your eyes wide with delight, and she grins. Then the two of you leave the building, and walk to the nearby Panera.
Once you have collected your food, you follow Alicia to a booth. She sits down on one side of the table, and you take a seat...
opposite her.
next to her.
“Okay!” says Maisie, looking pleased.
After breakfast, you change your running clothes, then you wait for Maisie to emerge from her room. When she does, to your delight, she is wearing only her panties and her running shoes. She looks nervous, but excited. “Wow, Maisie!” you say.
She giggles quietly. “Shhh!” she says.
The two of you sneak to the front door, then head outside and walk down the road. Maisie walks with her arms folded across her chest, looking around apprehensively.
At the start of the trail, Maisie smiles happily. “All right then!” she says. “Let’s go.” She hits Start on her phone, then sets off down the trail at a fast jog.
You set off and follow close behind her, staring happily at her bare back, and her bottom as it jiggles inside her pretty panties. After a while she begins to pull ahead, but you grimly stay close behind her, until your legs and lungs simply refuse to cooperate any longer. You slow to a sluggish pace, which you manage to maintain throughout the rest of your run. When you finally get back to the starting point, Maisie is waiting for you. “Not bad!” she says. Then she giggles. “I like running like this – it’s very exciting!”
The two of you walk quickly back to the house, Maisie glancing nervously this way and that until you reach the driveway, where both of you stop and stare in alarm. “Shit!” says Maisie. “Kenny’s car!”
“Uh-oh,” you say. “Okay ... um ... hide behind your mom’s minivan. I’ll go in first, and see where Kenny is. Then I’ll call you and give you instructions on how to get in unseen.”
“Okay,” says Maisie, biting her lip. She hurries around the far side of the minivan, and ducks down out of sight.
You walk up to the front door, take a deep breath, and open it. Stepping inside, you close the door behind you, just as Kenny appears from around a corner. “Oh hi, Uncle Kenny, I...”
“YOU FUCKING NIGGER, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Kenny screams, running at you and swinging his fist at your head. You stagger back from the blow, stunned, and fall to the floor. You raise your arms to defend yourself, but Kenny is a powerful man, and his onslaught is merciless. “YOU FUCKED MY WIFE ... YOU FUCKED MY DAUGHTERS ... YOU FUCKED MY WHOLE FAMILY!”
Somewhere in the background, as fireworks explode in your head, you are dimly aware of Trisha screaming. Then, as Kenny’s fists continue to rain down blow after blow on your head, the world simply fades away...
...and then fades back again. Your throat hurts. You swallow, but something is blocking your throat. Confused, you try opening your eyes, but immediately they burn with pain. You groan, and there is a scuffling sound nearby. “Hugh!!” It is Trisha’s voice. “Nurse! Help! Hugh, can you hear me? It’s Trisha. You’re okay, my darling, you’re okay ... you’re in the hospital...” But the world is fading away again, as the darkness reclaims you.
When you next awaken, you cannot feel any pain at all. You try opening your eyes, and this time they feel okay. But the room you are in is a dull blur. You blink a few times, and swallow. Your mouth feels dry, but there is nothing blocking your throat now.
“Hugh?”
“Trisha,” you croak. Your voice is not working properly.
“Hi honey!” You feel Trisha’s lips peppering your face with kisses. “I’m so happy you’re awake!”
“I’m here too!” says another voice.
“Maisie...”
“Yes! Yes, it’s me!” She sounds like she is crying.
“What ... happened?” you whisper.
“You’ve been in a coma, Hugh,” says Trisha softly. You can feel her squeezing your hand. “It’ll take you some time to recover. But we’ll be here for you, every step of the way.”
“Where’s Kenny?” you gasp.
“In prison!” says Maisie. “Where he belongs! Though I can’t believe he only got two years...”
You are confused. You swallow. “How long have I been in a coma?”
“Seven months, honey,” says Trisha. “Today is April Fourth.”
You gasp, then cough. “Seven months!! Am I ... okay...?”
“The doctors say you’ll need some physical therapy, but you should be fine otherwise,” says Trisha. “You’ve lost some weight, but we’ll soon fix that.”
You brain is whirring in confusion. “Tell me ... what happened...”
Trisha takes a deep breath. “On the day it all happened, Kenny came home while you were out running. Apparently he’d been harbouring some suspicions, and he knew Maisie kept a diary, so when I told him the two of you were both out running, it seems he decided to take the opportunity to snoop in Maisie’s room. He found her diary, and read it ... and discovered, well, everything. Maisie certainly hadn’t held anything back! He was absolutely enraged, and he started hitting me. That’s when you arrived home ... and he proceeded to beat the living hell out of you. I screamed at him to stop ... but he just wouldn’t! So I ran and grabbed his gun ... and, well ... I shot him.”
“In the butt!” adds Maisie. “Then I called 911.”
“Oh!” you croak. “Gosh...”
“I kept the gun on him until the cops arrived,” says Trisha. “The ambulance got there soon after that. I won’t bore you with the details of the next few hours – they were pretty chaotic – but the main thing is that you nearly died. They had to drill into your skull to relieve the pressure on your brain. After that they kept you on life support until you could breathe on your own, but you stayed comatose, so they had to feed you through a tube. After about two months you’d fully recovered from your injuries, but you still wouldn’t wake up. We tried all kinds of things – music, TV shows, just sitting here and talking to you – but nothing worked. Then suddenly, yesterday, you woke up just like that. And then went to sleep – but this time it was proper sleep. They removed your feeding tube, and put you on some pain meds ... and then this afternoon, here you are!”
“Mom and I have been here every day,” says Maisie.
“Angie and Alicia would have been, too,” says Trisha, but they’ve had other commitments. They’ve visited as often as they could. And you’ve had other visitors, too. Your friend from the bookshop, Sonya – we’ve seen her here every week. She’s very sweet – we like her. And Noelle, and Brooke, from the office – they’ve both been a few times. Noelle more than Brooke.”
“There was Jenna, too,” Maisie adds.
“Yes,” says Trisha, sounding a little annoyed. “For some reason Kenny’s mistress showed up a couple times. Little wench.”
“Oh be nice, Mom,” says Maisie. “You might not have got the divorce if it hadn’t been for her.”
“I’d have got the divorce just fine,” Trisha retorts, “thanks to Kenny beating Hugh into a coma. But yes, she probably helped.”
“Don’t blame her,” you croak. “Kenny runs the office like it’s his kingdom. And the women are there for his entertainment. I doubt she had very much of a choice.”
“Well he’s not running it now,” says Trisha. “There was quite a shake-up there, I believe, and now there’s a new boss, Thea something. Hendry? Henley?”
“Thea Hedren,” you mutter. “I’ve seen her around the office. Brooke likes her; I’m sure she’ll do a great job.”
You blink a few more times, and smile at Trisha. Then you look over at Maisie, and your eyes widen. She is standing up next to your bed, wearing a stretchy minidress, and cradling a significantly bulging belly...
“Oh!” you exclaim, hoarsely. “Maisie! You’re pregnant!”
“Yes I am,” says Maisie proudly. “We’re going to have a baby girl, Hugh!”
“Oh my God!” you cry in delight. “That’s wonderful!”
“It’s foolish, is what it is,” says Trisha disapprovingly. “The two of you should have been more careful. Although ... I can’t really talk...” She gets to her feet, and you see that she, too, is looking quite bulgy.
“You’re pregnant too?” you gasp.
“Yes, Hugh,” says Trisha, patting her belly. “And mine’s a boy. But that’s not all...”
“You got us ALL pregnant, Hugh!” Maisie squeaks excitedly. “Angie and Alicia too!”
“Crumbs!” you exclaim, stunned. “Wow ... how are they taking it?”
“Alicia was pissed!” says Maisie. “She kept saying she was going to get an abortion. But she didn’t ... and now she’s kinda got used to the idea of being a mom, I think!”
Trisha nods. “Angie wasn’t too happy either, but there was no question of her not keeping it. She’s already made arrangements with her college to take some time off and then resume her studies afterwards. Alicia’s going to be almost done with high school by the time the babies come; she’ll take her exams when she can.” She sighs. “There’s a lot still to sort out, but we’ve made some tentative plans. Now that you’re awake, you’ll be able to help, of course ... once you’re back to full strength.”
“I’ll work my arse off!” you promise. “I’ll provide for all the babies. I’ll work two jobs. Three, if I have to!”
Trisha chuckles. “Your contribution will be appreciated, Hugh, but you shouldn’t need to work multiple jobs. My business has kinda taken off, and I made out pretty well in the divorce settlement. I got to keep the house ... and apparently Kenny had a ton of money in accounts he never even told me about. So ... we’re doing okay.”
“Well, that’s good,” you say. But you are aware that there is going to be a great deal to figure out in the near future; Trisha’s house is not large enough to accommodate four babies – who will of course not remain babies for long.
For the next hour or so, Trisha and Maisie continue to catch you up on what has been happening over the past few months. But then there is a knock on the door. Trisha raises an eyebrow, then she gets up to answer it. As she opens the door, you see a familiar face. “Sonya!” you say.
“Hugh!” Sonya exclaims. “They said you were awake – this is so wonderful!” She beams happily. “I don’t want to disturb your family time; I’ll come back later.”
“There’s no need for that,” says Trisha. “Maisie and I will be here for a while; we can give you a few minutes alone with Hugh – if Hugh wants...?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” you say.
“How does fifteen minutes sound?” Trisha suggests.
You nod, and Sonya says, “That sounds great – thank you!”
Trisha and Maisie leave the room, and Sonya comes over and kisses you on the lips. “Oh Hugh!” she says. “I’m so happy you’re awake at long last – I was so worried about you!”
She is wearing a knee-length skirt and a heavy sweater, but she looks as pretty as always. “You look nice,” you tell her.
She blushes. “I’m sorry I’m not showing more skin,” she says. “It’s super cold outside.” Then she grins. “But it’s warm in here; would you like me to undress a bit?”
You smile as your loins stir. “I’d love that, yes,” you say.
Sonya kisses you again, then she pulls off her sweater, revealing a sheer tank-top beneath. Then she pulls off the tank-top, exposing her lovely breasts. You sigh happily as she leans forward to let you fondle them.
“Naughty boy,” she says affectionately, as you gently pinch her nipples. “I’ve missed your touch, Hugh...” Then, on an apparent impulse, she kicks off her shoes, then unzips and pulls down her skirt.
“Ooh!” you say, delighted, but you have barely had time to enjoy looking at her pretty white panties, when she pulls them down too.
“Oh wow!” you gasp, looking her up and down. “What a beautiful sight...” Your hand moves beneath the bedclothes to massage your cock, which is already fully erect.
With a gleam in her eye as she takes note of what you are doing, Sonya hesitantly says, “May I ... see it?”
“Um ... sure,” you say.
Sonya pulls back the sheets, and stares at your erection. Then, to your astonishment, she bends down and takes the head of your cock into her mouth. “Oh!” you gasp. “Wow!”
She begins sucking you, with a proficiency that surprises you. “Gosh!” you whisper. “That’s nice...”
Then she abruptly stops. Lifting her mouth off your cock, she climbs on to the bed, and straddles you. As your eyes widen in startlement, she takes hold of your cock and guides it into her vagina as she slowly lowers herself on to you. Once you are fully buried inside her, however, she bites her lip, looking remorseful. “Is this okay...?” she asks. “You’ve only just woken up...”
“It’s fine!” you assure her, feeling a little light-headed. Sonya’s vagina surrounding and gripping your erection feels amazing. Then, as she begins to lift and lower herself, you sigh with pleasure at the sensation of her soft internal flesh sliding against the shaft and head of your long-dormant cock.
It does not take long before your body spasms, and your cock erupts like a volcano, spewing a torrent of semen up inside Sonya’s vagina. “Oh God!” you gasp.
“You’re welcome!” you pant. “But ... are you on the pill?”
Sonya blushes, and shakes her head. “It won’t make a difference,” she says. “I’m pregnant already.”
“You are?” you inquire in surprise. “Um, congratulations! Is it ... Carl’s? Please tell me you’re not still with that jerk...”
Sonya shakes her head. “Carl dumped me not long after you went into your coma. He found someone else. I was so relieved! I’m seeing another man now – Pablo. He works here, as a janitor.”
“Oh!” you say. “So the baby’s his? Then why did you...”
Sonya stares down at your belly. She looks guilty. “Hugh, I’m afraid I have something to confess. The baby ... it’s yours.”
“What?” you say, confused.
“I visited you quite a lot,” she says, blushing with shame. “And ... well ... I discovered you could get aroused, even in a coma. So sometimes I would just play with your cock ... and then I started sucking on it... And then I started ... riding it.”
“Oh my God!” you exclaim.
“I got pregnant almost immediately,” continues Sonya, almost in a rush. “But I kept doing it. Then one time, the door opened, and Pablo walked in. I was so scared he was going to report me! But after he’d gotten over his surprise, he said he wouldn’t tell anyone – he just wanted to watch. He said it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. So ... I let him watch – that time, and several times after that. And then we went on a date ... and then we fell in love, and started sleeping together. But strangely, he didn’t want me to stop coming here and having sex with you. In fact he encouraged it.” She hangs her head in shame. “So that’s my confession. I’m so sorry, Hugh, for taking advantage of you.”
“Heck, I don’t care!” you tell her. “I’m glad you did it! And I’m glad you found love because of it. Congratulations, Sonya! Is he nice to you?”
Sonya smiles happily. “Oh yes – he’s so much nicer than Carl! He’s wonderful. We’re living together now, in his apartment. It’s kinda small, and kinda gross, but I don’t care.”
“I’m so happy for you!” you say. “But now that I’m awake, I’m guessing Pablo will want to keep you to himself...”
Sonya shakes her head. “No, we discussed this,” she says. She blushes. “He wants you to fuck me whenever you come to the bookstore. He even wants to invite you over, so you can fuck me in front of him. I told him I didn’t know if you would be comfortable with that...”
“I would, totally,” you say, “but I’ll need to talk to my family about it. You see ... I sort of got them all pregnant too...”
Sonya stares at you. “Your ‘sisters’?” she says, making air quotes.
“And Trisha,” you say, nodding.
“Oh wow!” says Sonya anxiously. “You never ... I mean, I knew things were heading in that direction, but I had no idea it had gone so far! Oh my God – they’re going to kill me!”
“Relax!” you say. “They won’t do any such thing. They know you and I were close, and...”
The door opens, and Trisha and Maisie walk in. “Hey!” says Maisie indignantly, as Trisha’s jaw drops.
Sonya squeals in alarm, and scrambles off the bed, ducking down behind it to hide her nudity ... unfortunately on the opposite side from where she left her clothes. She raises her head into view. “I’m so sorry!” she says. “Hugh just told me the extent of his relationship with you – I had no idea! I’d never have done it if I’d known!”
Maisie stares jealously at Sonya, then at your semi-hard cock. She walks over to the bed and pulls the sheets across, covering you up. Looking at you with a hurt expression, she asks, “What’s going on, Hugh?”
It finally occurs to you that you have done something wrong. “I ... I think I’ve been rather foolish,” you say. “My relationship with Sonya was getting very sexual before my coma, as you know ... but we hadn’t actually had sex. I suppose, when I started having sex with you ... and you, Trisha ... and Angie and Alicia ... I suppose you probably all assumed I would give up my relationship with Sonya. And ... I realise now that I should have done. I should have devoted myself exclusively to my family ... I’m sorry.”
“Well,” says Trisha, “honey, we never discussed it. For a long time we were pushing you to find a girlfriend outside our household, and I think I was still thinking in those terms right up until the day we found out Maisie was pregnant. And you’ve only just woken up, and you’re understandably disoriented ... you’re still in the same place, emotionally, as you were seven months ago. I don’t think you need shoulder any blame here. And neither does Sonya. We never told her that you were responsible for our pregnancies – and unless you did, before she ... climbed on top of you ... she had no reason to think it wouldn’t be okay.”
“Except that Hugh’s only just woken up from a coma!” says Maisie hotly.
“Perhaps it was a nice way to wake up,” Trisha suggests, with a hint of a smile. “But now, I think, we need to decide – together – where we all stand. I fear, Hugh, that you can only divide your time so much. I don’t think you can be a good father to four babies and still have a girlfriend ‘outside the family’, as it were.”
“You won’t need to worry about that,” you say quickly. “Sonya has a boyfriend – a new one, not the old one that was horrible to her – and they’re very much in love.”
Trisha’s brow furrows. “So why is she here...?”
“I’m sorry!” says Sonya, cowering behind the bed. “I ... I’ve been very bad. I guess I should tell you the whole story ... and face the consequences. If you want to call the police, I’ll understand...”
“Don’t be daft, Sonya,” you say reproachfully. “Nobody’s calling the police. What she’s about to confess to you is that she climbed on top of me several times over the past few months, and now she’s pregnant with my baby. Her new boyfriend, Pablo, who works here as a janitor, caught her in the act one time, but instead of turning her in, he actually encouraged her to continue. Apparently it turns him on.”
Trisha stares in disbelief at you, then at Sonya. “That’s ... rape!” she gasps.
“I didn’t even know that was possible!” says Maisie, sounding aggrieved. “If I’d known...”
“Trisha!” you say. “It wasn’t rape. Or if it was, it isn’t now. If I could have consented, I totally would have. I’m not upset at all. However, I understand it means I’ll have to pay some child support...”
“No you won’t, Hugh!” says Sonya quickly. “I wouldn’t dream of taking a single cent from you. You didn’t consent to get me pregnant, and Pablo is more than happy to raise the baby as his own. Of course, if you want parental rights...”
“I’ll waive them,” you tell her. “You and Pablo have my blessing to raise the baby as your own, if that’s what you want to do. I won’t interfere. Just think of me as a sperm donor.”
“Okay,” says Sonya, nodding. She seems a little sad. “I guess we should just ... stay away from each other then.”
“That doesn’t seem right, though,” Trisha interjects. “I mean, if that’s how you want it, then fine ... and I must say it would seem to work out well for everyone ... but Sonya, there’s no reason Hugh can’t visit you from time to time and watch your baby grow up. Is there? I’m sure you’d both like that, right?”
“Pablo wants me to continue fucking Sonya,” you say candidly. “He’d even like to watch.”
“But I only told you that before I knew how things were with your family!” says Sonya. “The last thing I want to do is get in the way of what you all have. It sounds ... kind of amazing. You should treasure it, and keep it safe. I love you, Hugh, and because I love you and want the best for you, I want you to just forget about me, and focus on your family.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” says Maisie hopefully.
“Hmm,” says Trisha. “Sonya, I like you. And I don’t think that either you or Hugh would be happy to stay out of each other’s lives entirely. Tell me, Sonya: does Pablo want kids who are biologically his?”
Sonya smiles sadly. “He can’t. He had a vasectomy, years ago.”
Trisha nods. “Then tell me honestly: would you like it if my daughters and I gave our blessing for Hugh to come and visit you from time to time? To give you a good fucking? Either in front of Pablo or otherwise?”
“Mom!” Maisie exclaims.
“I don’t think I’m getting your daughters’ blessing,” says Sonya ruefully. “So I think it’s a moot point.”
“Maisie,” says Trisha, “like it or not, Sonya’s baby is going to be your baby’s half-sister. That makes Sonya part of our family now. You’ve learned to share Hugh with your sisters; can you not learn to share him with Sonya too – albeit on a more limited and infrequent basis?”
Maisie purses her lips. “I hadn’t thought about it like that,” she says. “I guess ... Sonya’s baby will be kind of like my niece...?”
“Not by blood, but in a manner of speaking, I suppose so,” says Trisha.
“And maybe our babies could have play-dates!” says Sonya brightly.
Maisie chuckles. “That might be fun. Well, I guess I can live with it, then.”
“Welcome to the family, Sonya,” says Trisha, smiling and spreading her arms.
Smiling happily, with tears in her eyes, Sonya stands up and rushes around the end of the bed. Trisha enfolds the young woman in her arms and hugs her tightly, as Maisie eyes Sonya’s naked body appraisingly.
Then there is a knock on the door. It opens, and Noelle enters. “Oh!” she says, startled, as her eyes take in the scene.
“Absolutely not,” says Maisie.
THE END
“Okay!” says Trisha. “I can take you in about ten minutes if you like. I’ll need to put something on...”
“Not too much, I hope!” you say with a grin.
Trisha chuckles. “No, not too much.”
It is actually more like fifteen minutes later when you follow Trisha out to her minivan. Climbing into the front passenger seat, you watch as Trisha gets in next to you, wearing nothing but a low-cut tank-top and a pair of panties. You reach out and gently squeeze her right breast through her top.
“Where to?” she asks you. “The mall?”
“Yes please,” you reply.
Trisha drives you the relatively short distance to the mall, and drops you off. “Just call me when you’re ready to be picked up!” she says.
“I will,” you assure her.
She drives off, and you enter the mall. There are certainly a lot of shops here, but for now you feel like going to...
Sonya’s bookshop.
a lingerie store.
Trisha props herself up on her elbows, and then turns herself over. As she lies down on her back, with her hands by her sides, she smiles at you. “Have fun, Hugh,” she says.
“Thank you – I will,” you say. Pouring some more oil over her large breasts, you splay your fingers and then grasp her fleshy orbs with both hands, gently kneading and caressing them while your cock strains uncomfortably inside your underwear. Eventually you move down to her belly, taking time to thoroughly massage her abs, before turning your attention to her quadriceps.
Eventually you have worked your way up to her pussy. Pouring some more oil over her vulva, you cup her pussy with your fingers, and begin sensuously massaging her soft labia and her clitoris in between. Trisha begins to gasp and moan with pleasure, arching her back and gripping the bedclothes with her hands.
With your free left hand you pull her knees outward, one at a time, thus spreading her thighs apart and giving you better access to her pussy. Then you place your left hand on her right breast, and begin gently massaging it while you rub her oily labia.
“Ohhh, Hugh...” gasps Trisha, spreading her knees further apart and grinding her pussy against your hand.
You begin rubbing her clitoris faster, and her moans increase in frequency. Over the next couple of minutes, they also escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly shudders, and groans, arching her back for several seconds, before collapsing back on to the bed. “Ohhh...” she moans softly. “Thank you Hugh.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her. “I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “Oh Hugh,” she says, holding her arms out. “I love you too. Give me a hug.”
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently stroke her anus with your middle fingertip.
Trisha reaches down to your belt, and starts unbuckling it. “Let’s take care of you, now,” she whispers.
You help her out, hurriedly unzipping your jeans and then pulling them down to your knees, along with your boxer shorts. Then you lie down on top of Trisha, grabbing your cock and positioning its tip at the entrance to her vagina.
“Oh Hugh...” she murmurs.
Lubricated by the oil coating her pussy, your cock slides into her easily. You begin thrusting, and Trisha moans, wrapping her legs around your back.
“Yes...” she gasps. “Fuck me Hugh...”
You fuck her with harder and harder strokes, and it is not long before you are approaching your orgasm. Thrusting energetically inside her, you do not even attempt to pull out in time.
“Cum inside me, Hugh!” she cries.
A stream of semen spurts from your cock, splashing across Trisha’s cervix. As Trisha squeals in delight, you spurt again and again, pumping her full of semen while you continue to thrust powerfully inside her. Eventually, spent, you collapse on top of her.
Stroking your hair, she kisses your forehead, and says, “That’s my good boy. Thank you, Hugh.”
Lying in each other’s arms, the two of you cuddle for several minutes. Then Trisha sighs, and says, “Well, I’d better go and use that turkey baster.
You climb off her, and pull up your boxer shorts and jeans. Trisha sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. Then she stretches, spreading her arms out and arching her back. “God I feel so good! I think I’ll stay naked for a while.”
“Awesome!” you say happily.
“Okay, I really need to go and flush myself out!” says Trisha. “I’ll see you later.” She hurries out of the room.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the living room. Trisha has put on a pair of panties, but nothing else, and you take every opportunity to ogle her and fondle her breasts. She does not seem to mind; in fact, she seems to relish every grope.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha turns her head toward you. “Ooh, are you going to fuck me?” she inquires with a smile.
“Yup,” you tell her, kicking off your shoes, followed by your jeans and boxer shorts. You climb back on to the bed, and pull Trisha’s ankles apart, so that her legs form an angle of about thirty degrees. Climbing on top of her, you lower your pelvis until your cock nestles between her slippery buttocks.
As you oil up your erection, Trisha gasps. “Oh God, Hugh...”
You slowly sink your entire shaft into her rectum, and begin thrusting, while you slide your right hand beneath her abdomen, reaching between her legs to cup her pussy. You begin gently rubbing her clitoris, while fucking her anus in a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh...” Trisha murmurs. “Yes... Fuck my ass as hard as you like, Hugh.”
You do so, and it is not long before you are groaning with pleasure as you pump your semen deep into her bowels. Worn out, you nevertheless keep rubbing Trisha’s clit, faster and faster, until she, too, shudders and moans in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh Hugh,” she sighs happily. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you tell her, as you pull your slippery cock out of her anus. “Well, I should give you some space. I love you, Trisha.”
She smiles. “I love you too,” she says, turning over as you climb off her. “Give me a hug.” She holds out her arms.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close, your softening cock now pressing against her pussy. You turn your face up towards hers, and she kisses you on the lips. You slide your hands down to her bottom as you kiss her, and she utters a soft, muffled moan, parting her lips as you sensuously knead her buttocks. Then you slide the fingers of your right hand between her buttocks, and gently insert your middle finger into her anus.
A minute later, Trisha breaks off from the kiss. “I should get back to work,” she says.
“Okay,” you say, smiling at her, and climbing off the bed. “See you later.” Getting dressed, you leave her bedroom.
You do not see her again until lunchtime. Then she makes sandwiches, and the two of you eat together in the living room. Trisha has put on a pair of panties, but nothing else, and you take every opportunity to ogle her and fondle her breasts. She does not seem to mind; in fact, she seems to relish every grope.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You pull Angie’s t-shirt up to expose her breasts, which you then start to gently squeeze and fondle. “Having fun?” she asks wryly.
“Oh yes,” you reply happily, gently tweaking her nipples.
Angie lowers her binoculars, turns around, and puts her arms around your neck. “Kiss me, Hugh,” she says, smiling.
You kiss her hungrily, and she responds with equal enthusiasm. Grasping her t-shirt, you lift it up, and to your delight she raises her arms, allowing you to take it off. She breaks off from the kiss and grins at you as you pull it over her head. “Just for a minute,” she says. “I don’t want us to get into trouble.”
“I love that you’re only wearing your panties and shoes in such a public place!” you say excitedly. Then you bend down, putting your hands around her waist, and suck her right nipple into your mouth. She sighs happily, and strokes your hair while you suck.
Eventually she chuckles. “All right, honey,” she says, “I should really get to the diner – my shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, standing up straight and watching as she puts her t-shirt back on.
She drives you to the diner, where she sneaks in the back way while you enter via the front door and take a seat in a booth. A few minutes later she emerges, wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “Got away with it!” she says. “What can I get you?”
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Pulling Angie’s panties down to her ankles, you straighten up and begin caressing her buttocks. Then you reach around her with your right hand, and begin stroking her pussy, while slipping the fingers of your left hand between her buttocks.
“Bored of birdwatching, are we?” Angie inquires, without taking her eyes off her binoculars.
“Well, they can’t really compete with you for my attention,” you say, sliding one finger up into her anus, while another finds the opening of her vagina.
Angie lowers her binoculars, and turns around, forcing you to withdraw your fingers. “You’re insatiable, Hugh!” she says in mock exasperation.
“I know,” you acknowledge. “Sorry.”
She chuckles. “Just give me a kiss,” she says.
You do so, eagerly wrestling her tongue with your own, while you reinsert fingers into her vagina and anus. She starts breathing more and more heavily, grinding her pussy against your hand ... but eventually she breaks off from the kiss. “I should really get to the diner,” she says, a little breathlessly. “My shift starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to eat lunch there?”
“Sure!” you reply, and you watch with a grin as she stoops to grab and pull up her panties.
She drives you to the diner, and you take a seat in a booth while she disappears into the back of the building. When she emerges, she is wearing a pink and yellow uniform that comes down to mid-thigh. She smiles at you as she walks over. “What can I get you, Hugh?” she asks.
“A grilled cheese sandwich please,” you reply. “And hot tea, with milk, please.”
“Coming right up!” says Angie.
A few minutes later, while you are eating your sandwich, you idly watch your cousin as she attends to other tables. Her legs are lovely to look at, and you find your loins stirring whenever she bends over, facing away from you, in order to wipe a table or pick up a plate.
After you finish your lunch, you bid her goodbye, and then you walk home. You find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, Alicia prattles away as she usually does, but after a while, she pauses, and grins. “Want to take a peek under the table?” she inquires impishly.
“Of course!” you reply, and you duck your head beneath the table in order to look across at her legs.
Her knees part, and you feast your eyes on the delicious pink triangle of material between her thighs. You sigh happily, and she giggles. Then she closes her legs. “All right, that’s enough for now,” she says, and you sit back upright, grinning and blushing.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
As you eat your lunch, you lay your left hand lightly on Alicia’s thigh. Since she does not seem to mind this, you slide your hand up her thigh, dragging her skirt up, until you reach her panties. Cupping her pussy through the pink material, you begin gently massaging her vulva.
“Having fun?” she asks you, amused.
“Oh yes,” you reply with a smile. “How about you?”
She shrugs. “I’d be having more fun if you were inside my panties.”
You need no further invitation. Slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, you slide your whole hand inside, and begin sensuously stroking her labia and clitoris with your fingers. After a couple of minutes of this, Alicia is breathing heavily, with her head bowed. Reaching down further, you curl your middle finger and slide it inside her, so that you can caress her g-spot.
A little moan escapes from her lips, and she takes a couple of napkins, pressing them against her mouth. After another two minutes, despite this muffling, she is making sounds like a whining puppy, her body writhing in her seat. Then she begins to shake uncontrollably, throwing her legs out and arching her back so much she is in danger of sliding under the table. But eventually she recovers herself, sitting up straight as you withdraw your hand from her panties.
“Thanks Hugh,” she whispers, turning her face up to kiss you. Turning towards her, you tongue her mouth thoroughly, while slipping your right hand into the neckline of her top to grasp and fondle her left breast.
After lunch, the two of you leave the restaurant. “Are you okay taking the bus home on your own?” asks Alicia. “I’m going to meet up with some friends.”
“Sure,” you say.
You take the bus home, and find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides through the tight ring of muscle, sinking deep into Maisie’s rectum. “Ahhhh,” she sighs happily. “Best feeling in the world...”
You begin thrusting, and Maisie moans in pleasure. Sliding your slippery shaft in and out of her anus feels amazing, and as you fuck her harder and harder, she reaches down and starts rubbing her clitoris. Over the next couple of minutes, her moans escalate in pitch and volume, but you realise you are closer to your orgasm than she is to hers, so you slow down a bit, and try to think of unsexy things.
By judicious use of this technique, you manage to keep your orgasm at bay until Maisie reaches hers. Then you go all out, thrusting fast and powerfully inside her rectum, while she screams with pleasure.
Then you yourself climax, pressing your hips hard against Maisie’s buttocks, forcing your cock as deep inside her rectum as it will go, and delivering spurt after spurt of semen into the depths of her bowels.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Yes,” you assure her. “We just did anal this time.”
Trisha nods. “Well, are you two hungry? I made sandwiches. And for heaven’s sake, put some underwear on, at least!”
“Fine, Mom,” says Maisie, rolling her eyes.
You get dressed, and Maisie puts on a pair of panties. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slowly push forward, and your cock slides deep into Maisie’s soft, moist vagina. “Ahhh...” she sighs. “Yes ... fuck me, Hugh...”
You begin thrusting, and she moans in pleasure. You reach beneath her, grasping her left buttock, and massaging it while you fuck her with increasing speed. Then you find her slippery anus with the tip of your middle finger, and you slide it deep into her rectum. “Ohhh!!” she gasps.
You fuck her harder and harder, and her moans escalate in pitch and volume, until she suddenly climaxes, arching her back beneath you and shuddering in a powerful orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contract, squeezing your erection, and this sends you over the edge. A stream of semen bursts from the head of your cock, and you press your loins hard against hers, blanketing her cervix with your cum. Pulling back, you thrust again, and a second spurt spews out, followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... Over and over again you inject her with your semen, until the stream has abated to a mere trickle. Panting, you collapse on top of her, and she strokes your hair and kisses your cheek and neck.
Afterwards, you cuddle for a while, and watch some television together. At lunchtime, Trisha pokes her head in. “Hi,” she says, pursing her lips as her eyes glance up and down your naked bodies. “Did you have some nice sex?”
“Oh it was wonderful!” says Maisie with a happy sigh.
“Were you careful?” asks Trisha.
“Um,” you say.
“I know, I know,” says Maisie, a little grouchily. “I’ll go use the turkey baster.” As you move over to let her get up, she climbs out of bed.
“Good girl,” says Trisha. “Afterwards, would you like some lunch? I made sandwiches.”
“Sounds good!” you say.
While Maisie is flushing your sperm out of her vagina, you get dressed. Then the two of you join Trisha in the living room, where you all have lunch together.
Eventually Trisha says, “Well, Hugh, it’s decision time. Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You head back to Bailey Books, where Sonya works. Stepping inside, you notice that again you seem to be the only customer in the shop.
As you head to the checkout, Sonya grins at you. “Hi Hugh!” she says. Today she is wearing a sheer blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, through which you can clearly see her breasts and nipples, and a microskirt that reveals practically all of her legs.
“Hi Sonya!” you say. “Wow, you look incredible! Are you enjoying your new outfits!”
She blushes. “Yes – very much,” she says.
“Good,” you say, smiling.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asks hopefully.
You grin, and reply, “Yes please – I need help reaching another book.” You point towards a high shelf.
She laughs. “Of course you do,” she says. “I’ll just get my step stool.”
She brings her step stool over to the place you indicated. Then she climbs it, until her bottom is level with your face. The hem of her skirt, you are excited to see, barely covers her buttocks. “Which book?” she asks.
You tell her the name of the book. While she is reaching for it, you...
lift up the back of her skirt.
put your hand up her skirt.
take a photo up her skirt.
You enter Anneke’s Apparel and begin to browse, but the exciting underwear and the polite but wary young female shop assistants quickly drive your embarrassment levels through the roof. With no intention of actually buying anything, you beat a hasty retreat after just a couple of minutes, and take refuge in the comforting familiarity of a video game store.
You contentedly browse the games on the shelves for some time, then you head out to wander around the mall. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of your new home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha nods, then takes a deep breath. “All right,” she says. “I’ll just put on a top.”
A minute later, wearing only a low-cut tank-top and a pair of panties, Trisha leads you out to her car, and she drives you the six miles to Kenny’s office building. “Have a nice afternoon,” she says, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“Thank you,” you reply. “May I have a kiss, for good luck?”
“Of course,” says Trisha with a smile.
You lean towards her, and plant your lips on hers. She opens her mouth, and her tongue emerges to meet yours. As you kiss her passionately, you reach between her legs, and begin rubbing her pussy through her panties. She begins moaning softly, and you raise your hand, then plunge it inside her panties, cupping her vulva with your fingers.
“Careful!” gasps Trisha, grabbing your wrist. “Or I’ll be driving you straight back home so we can do this properly!”
You chuckle, and withdraw your hand. “Bye Trisha.”
You get out of the minivan, and enter the building. On your way to your cube, you decide to swing by...
the reception desk.
Kenny’s office.
Trisha beams. “I was hoping you would say that,” she says. “I’ll get on with some sewing, then, and you can just ... do your thing.”
“Okay!” you say. “I’ll need to borrow your laptop...”
“Help yourself – it’s right there,” says Trisha, pointing at her laptop on the coffee table. “Have fun – and let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” you promise.
Trisha leaves the room, and you pull up her online store in your web browser. Tutting at how hopelessly inadequate it is, you get to work on some design modifications and functionality improvements.
An hour later, you feel in need of a break, and you wander through to Trisha’s bedroom. She is busy sewing a garment, but she looks up and smiles happily when she sees you. “How’s it going?” she asks.
“Pretty well,” you reply. “Is that another dress?”
“Yup,” says Trisha.
You then ask,
“Will you model it for me?”
“Can I get you a coffee or something?”
You carefully take hold of the back of Sonya’s miniskirt, and then you hoist it up, fully exposing her panty-clad buttocks.
Sonya giggles. “Naughty boy,” she says affectionately.
Grasping her hips with your hands, you begin covering her bottom with kisses. She sighs happily, and bends forward, sticking her bottom out. You take hold of the sides of her panties, and start to pull them down.
She giggles. “Stop that, Hugh,” she says, coming back down the steps. She turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You slide your right hand up Sonya’s skirt, between her thighs, until the side of your hand nudges against her panties.
She gasps. “Hugh!” she says.
“Yes, Sonya?” you inquire innocently, as you start stroking her pussy through her panties.
“Ohhh ... nothing,” she replies breathily.
As you rub her pussy, you can feel her panties getting more and more damp. Teasing the material aside with your free hand, you find the entrance to her vagina, and gently slide your middle finger inside her.
“Ahhhh!” she gasps, as you slowly thrust your finger in and out of her. “Okay Hugh, that’s enough.”
You withdraw your finger; she comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible.” But she is smiling as she says this.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
You hold your phone just behind Sonya’s knees, pointing upward, and take a photo. The flash goes off, and she giggles. “Taking another upskirt photo, Hugh?”
“Yup,” you say, grinning. You look at your phone, and see that you have beautifully captured her panties, framed by her upper thighs and her skirt.
She comes down the steps and turns to face you. “You’re incorrigible,” she says, smiling.
You take her in your arms, and kiss her on the lips. Then you slide your hands down inside the back of her panties, taking hold of her buttocks and squeezing them. She opens her mouth, and you entwine your tongue with hers, while kneading and caressing her buttocks.
You feel her passion rising, and you slip your fingers between her buttocks, gently rubbing her anus, then reaching further, finding the opening of her vagina again.
She moans softly into your mouth, then she resumes sucking on your tongue. You slide your finger into her vagina, as far as the awkward angle will allow, and start thrusting it slowly in and out. She moans again, and then she pushes herself away from you. Your finger slips out of her vagina, and your hand out of her panties.
“I should get back to work,” she says, smiling as she hands you your book.
You spend the rest of the morning chatting pleasantly with Sonya across the counter. At lunchtime you make your way to the food court, and sit down with a cheeseburger and fries.
After your meal, you leave the mall and catch a bus that takes you to within walking distance of home. When you arrive at the house, you find Trisha in the living room; she has apparently just finished her lunch.
“Hugh!” says Trisha. “Perfect timing. Have you decided what you’re doing this afternoon? Do you want me to drive you to Kenny’s office? Or would you rather stay home with me and work on my website?” She smiles. “I’m sure you can guess which I’d rather you do ... but it might not hurt to keep on Kenny’s good side.”
“Hmm,” you say. “I think I’ll...
put in some time at the office.”
stay here and work on your website.”
Trisha chuckles. “This one’s still a work in progress,” she says. “Sorry Hugh.”
“Ah well,” you say with a rueful grin. “Maybe next time.”
“Stay and talk to me for a bit, though,” says Trisha, patting the bed next to her.
You smile, and sit down next to her. Then the two of you talk for half an hour or so, while you frequently ogle her breasts.
Eventually Trisha chuckles and says, “Go on, Hugh, have a play – you know you want to.”
“Ohhhh, thank you!” you say gratefully, and you reach out and take hold of her breasts with both hands. You lovingly caress and squeeze them for a couple of minutes, until Trisha says, “Okay Hugh, you’d better get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. You return to the living room, and continue working on Trisha’s website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
“Hmm!” says Trisha. “That sounds nice ... but I could use a break anyway. Why don’t we go through to the kitchen, and I’ll make us drinks and a little snack?”
“Okay!” you say, quite happy with this plan.
In the kitchen, Trisha makes coffee for herself, tea for you, and cheese and crackers for both of you. Then the two of you sit down in the living room, facing each other across the coffee table, and you casually ogle Trisha’s near-naked body while you chat with her.
Eventually she smirks, and says, “Would you like a better view?” She spreads her legs wide apart, hooking her knees over the arms of her chair.
“Ohhh!” you say, staring wide-eyed at her white panties. “Thank you Trisha – that’s a lovely sight!”
She chuckles. “You are funny,” she says. “You’ve seen far more of me than this!” Then she sighs. “Anyway, I’d better let you get back to work, or you’ll have nothing to show Kenny.”
“Good point,” you reluctantly agree. Once Trisha has left the room, you continue working on her website. At about five o’clock, you close the laptop, and spend the rest of the afternoon in your bedroom.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I’m sorry you decided not to come to the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s it going with Trisha’s website?”
“It’s going well,” you reply. “I’m making a lot of changes.”
“Good, good,” says Kenny, nodding.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You smile at the pretty blonde receptionist. “Hello Jenna,” you say.
“Hi Hugh!” she replies brightly. “Nice to see you again.”
Once again she is wearing a rather sheer blouse through which the shape and colour of her bra are clearly discernible. You manage to summon up the courage to pay her a compliment. “You look very pretty today,” you tell her, blushing slightly.
She grins. “Thanks Hugh!” she says.
“Um ... could I please have the laminator again today?” you ask.
“Sure!” she says, pushing back her chair and getting up. Once again you almost, but not quite, get a glimpse of her panties before she tugs the hem of her miniskirt down. “Oops,” she says, with an embarrassed laugh. Then she turns around, opens the low drawer on the filing cabinet, and bends down to pick up the laminator. You stare in eager excitement as her skirt rides up at the back, and you get a tiny glimpse of the crotch of her panties.
Then she straightens up and turns around. “Here you go.”
“Thanks,” you reply. You sign out the laminator, and head to your desk. Printing out some more copies of the Savings Strategy checklist, you laminate copy after copy until you are bored of doing so. Then you return the laminator to Jenna.
Back at your desk, you get to work on your computer. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You knock on Kenny’s door, and he calls you in. “Glad to see you back here, Hugh!” he says. “We’ll make a businessman of you yet!”
“Possibly,” you reply with a chuckle.
“All right,” says your uncle. “Well get to work – and have a good afternoon.”
“You too,” you say; and you leave his office, closing the door behind you.
You go to your desk, boot up your computer, and get to work. A little while later, however, feeling the need for human interaction, you decide to go and talk to...
Brooke.
Noelle.
You get up from your chair, leave your cube, and walk down the aisle to Brooke’s cube. She is currently sitting on her raised chair, working on a spreadsheet on her computer, with her back to you.
You clear your throat. “Excuse me ... Brooke?”
Brooke swings her chair around, keeping her knees together as they come to rest, pointing towards you. She is wearing a very short skirt, and a jacket and blouse on her top half. “Hey Hugh,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Wow!” you say, transfixed by the little white triangle you can see between her thighs. “Nice skirt, Brooke!”
She chuckles, and clasps her hands in her lap, blocking your view of her panties. “Thanks,” she says. “Your uncle seems to like it too. Anyway, how’s it going?”
“I was wondering if you might show me some more VBA...?” you say hopefully.
“Oh – sure!” she says, turning back to face her screen. “Come on over.”
You walk over and stand by her right shoulder as she teaches you a little more about VBA coding. Glancing down to your left, you smile at the sight of Brooke’s white bra, which is low-cut enough for you to see a fair amount of her left breast.
After a couple of minutes, she glances up at you. “Pay attention, Hugh,” she says, “or go back to your desk.”
“I’m sorry!” you say blushing. “I was listening, really I was. It’s just ... you’re a very lovely and very sexy woman.”
“Just pay attention,” she repeats, but she is blushing and half-smiling as she looks back at her screen.
“I will,” you promise, and you strive to be on your best behaviour for the next ten minutes or so.
Eventually, Brooke says, “Okay, that’s enough for now. I’ll send you a little example for you to practise on.”
“Thanks Brooke,” you say. “See you later.” You return to your desk, and continue working.
At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
Continue.
You get up from your chair, and walk to the low wall that separates your cube from Noelle’s. Leaning on it with your elbows, you look down at Noelle, who is currently sitting at her desk, angled slightly away from you. You can see that she is wearing a short-ish skirt and a pale blouse.
“Hey, Noelle,” you say.
She turns around, grinning and parting her knees slightly. “Hi Hugh,” she says. “What can I do for you?”
“I just fancied a chat,” you say, your eyes riveted to her lap. You can see quite far up her thighs, but not quite all the way to her panties.
“Sure!” says Noelle. “Come on over.”
You exit your cube, enter hers, and sit down across from her in a little armchair. “You look lovely today,” you tell her.
“Thank you Hugh!” she beams.
As the two of you chat, your eyes drop frequently to her bare thighs, and this fact is not lost on Noelle, who idly toys with the hem of her skirt, and frequently crosses and re-crosses her legs, teasing you with little glimpses of her panties.
It is all very distracting, but you eventually get around to the question you have been burning to ask her. “Noelle,” you say, “I just have to know what your weird fetish is...”
She blushes. “Oh Hugh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just can’t tell you that.”
“But I’m dying to know!” you plead.
She hikes up her skirt, and spreads her thighs to an angle of almost sixty degrees. “Maybe this will help take your mind off it...”
You stare joyfully at the large white triangle between her thighs, at the way it gently curves, from her lower abdomen downward until it disappears between her legs. “Wow, Noelle!” you gasp. “That’s so incredibly sexy!”
She giggles, then she closes her legs and pulls her skirt down. “Okay, can we change the subject now?”
“Absolutely!” you say.
After your chat, you return to your desk, and the rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. At five o’clock, you call Trisha, and she tells you she is already waiting for you in the parking lot. You leave the building and soon find her minivan, and she drives you home.
At dinner time, you sit down at the dining table with everyone except Angie, who is waitressing at the diner. After some inconsequential conversation, Kenny looks over at you. “I was glad to see you at the office today, Hugh.” he says. “How’s the job going?”
“Very well, thanks,” you reply.
“Excellent!” says Kenny, pleased.
Afterwards, you help the girls with the dishes, and then go through to the living room to watch television. At one point, Maisie gets up and walks over to the blu-ray player to change the disc, and you find yourself staring appreciatively at her long, lithe legs, and the tiny shorts that barely cover her bottom.
At about half past nine, Angie walks in and flops down in an armchair. “Hi guys,” she says.
“Hi Angie,” you greet her with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Shh!” says Maisie sternly.
Late in the evening, Angie says, “How about we call it a night there?”
Kenny, you notice, has already dozed off, and you yourself are feeling quite sleepy. “Good idea,” you agree. “Goodnight Angie, Alicia, Maisie ... Uncle Kenny.”
“Goodnight Hugh!” the girls reply.
You brush your teeth, retire to your room, and climb into bed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.
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As you lie in bed, you smile as you think of Trisha and her daughters. It would be nice to have a little more time with one of them tonight, you reflect.
After lying awake for a while, you...
slowly drift off to sleep.
get up, and tiptoe to the master bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Angie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Maisie’s bedroom.
get up, and tiptoe to Alicia’s bedroom.
You creep through to the master bedroom, and slowly push the door open. As you approach the king-sized bed, you hear Kenny’s snores coming from the far side. You can barely see anything, but then your outstretched fingers come into contact with Trisha’s arm. “Trisha?” you whisper.
She starts into wakefulness. “Hugh?”
“Sorry, Trisha,” you whisper. “I was just wondering...”
“Of course!” she replies. She pulls back the covers, and slips out of bed. As you walk with her, back to your room, you see that she is wearing nothing but a pair of white panties. By the time you reach your bed, your cock is fully erect.
You turn to face her, pull up your t-shirt, and take it off. Then you pull your boxer shorts down, freeing your erection. Trisha stares at it for a moment, then she takes her own panties off. Naked, the two of you wordlessly climb into your bed together, and...
she cuddles up to your back.
start cuddling face to face.
You creep through to Angie’s bedroom, and tentatively push the door open. As you peek into her room, you see that she is already in bed, with her bedside light on.
“Come in, Hugh,” she says, smiling at you. “Are you here to massage me? Or to fuck me...?”
You close the door, and approach her bed. “Both,” you tell her.
Angie smiles, and nods, then she climbs out of bed in just her panties. She replaces the covers, then she takes off her panties, and lies down on her front. You grab the bottle of baby oil, climb on top of her, and proceed to massage her back.
“Mmmm...” she murmurs.
Having throughly work the muscles of the back half of her body, paying particular attention to her bottom, you instruct her to turn over, which she does. You lovingly massage her huge, gorgeous breasts, as well as the rest of her torso, then you work on the front of her thighs, while spreading them wide apart. Finally you get to her pussy, which you thoroughly massage, slipping a finger inside her to rub her g-spot while simultaneously stroking her clitoris. It is not long before she is moaning and shuddering in a powerful orgasm.
“Oh God!” she gasps. “That was incredible. Now fuck me, Hugh. Cum inside me. Fill me with your sperm. Ass or vagina ... help yourself. I almost don’t care if you get me pregnant...”
You strip naked, climb on top of her, and...
sink your cock deep into her vagina.
slowly push your cock into her tight anus.
You sneak out of your room, and push open the door to Maisie’s bedroom. Entering quickly, you close the door behind you.
Maisie is in bed, with the covers pulled up to her chest. “Hugh!” she says excitedly, flinging back the covers to reveal that she is naked. “I’m so happy you came!”
You smile at her, and walk over to her bed. As you sit down, she sits up, and the two of you begin a passionate kiss that lasts for more than two minutes. Then Maisie lies down. “Will you ... lick me, please?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with a grin.
Maisie draws her knees up to her chest, and you bend down and begin licking her pussy. Fastening your lips around her clitoris, you gently suck on it, and Maisie utters an excited little gasp. Sliding a finger into her moistening vagina, you start rubbing her g-spot, and she moans with pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, you escalate the intensity of your rubbing and sucking, until you bring her to a powerful orgasm. Stuffing the corner of her bedspread into her mouth, she squeals in ecstasy, a sound which prompts you to lick and suck and rub her even faster. Her squeals climb in pitch, and her hands grip your hair so hard you are a little worried she will pull it out. After another few seconds, however, her legs fall limply to either side of you, and you lift your face away from her pussy.
“Oh Hugh!” she gasps. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” you say happily.
“Now fuck me,” pants Maisie. “As hard as you want.”
“Where?” you ask her.
She shivers, then grins. “Vagina,” she says.
Fetching the bottle of baby oil from Maisie’s bedside cabinet, you slowly but thoroughly oil up her pussy and anus, as well as your erect cock. Then, taking off your boxer shorts, you crawl on top of her, until you are looking down into her eyes. Reaching down with one hand, you guide the head of your cock until it is pressing against the opening of her vagina. She looks up at you with an expression of excited anticipation, then she gasps as you slowly push it inward. You sigh with pleasure as your thick shaft slides deep into her vagina.
“Ohhh yes...” gasps Maisie. “Thank you, Hugh...”
You kiss her passionately as you gently thrust your erection in and out of her vagina. Reaching beneath your cock with your right hand, you gently insert your middle finger into her anus, and begin thrusting it in time with your cock. Maisie croons happily at this.
You increase the pace of your thrusting, and it is not long before you are approaching your climax. Fearful of injuring Maisie, you withdraw your finger from her rectum, and grip her shoulders with both hands while slamming your cock into her with very rapid, powerful strokes. Maisie squeals into your shoulder while gripping your back tightly with her hands and with her legs. Then you groan loudly as semen pours from your cock in a series of long, very productive spurts. “Ohhh...” you gasp, collapsing on top of her.
She holds you close, and you cuddle with her for the next few minutes, while your erection slowly softens inside her. “I’d better get back to my room,” you say, slowly withdrawing your cock from her vagina.
“Just cuddle with me for a while longer?” Maisie pleads.
“Sure – of course,” you say.
The two of you lie in each other’s arms, until you suddenly start. Did you fall asleep? What time is it?
“Maisie?” you whisper. “I’m going back to my room.”
“Mmmhmm,” murmurs Maisie.
“You need to get up and go and use the turkey baster,” you remind her.
“Oh,” Maisie mutters. “Yeah ... okay. I’ll go do that in a minute. Goodnight, my darling Hugh.”
“Goodnight, my precious Maisie,” you reply.
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
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You sneak out of your room and cross the landing to Alicia’s room. Pushing the door open, you enter, and see that Alicia is in bed, reading a book. She looks up and grins. “Have you come to fuck me, Hugh?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you say. “Um ... if you’re okay with me not wearing a condom...”
She nods. “I’ll just use the turkey baster again,” she says. “But I still want a massage first, if you’re not in too much of a hurry.”
“I’ll happily give you a massage,” you reply.
“Okay!” she says.
You retrieve Alicia’s bottle of baby oil from next to her bed, as Alicia gets herself into position. Climbing on top of her, you thoroughly massage the back half of her body, paying especial attention to her bottom. Then she turns over, and you massage her front, spending plenty of time on her breasts, and even more time on her pussy and vagina. Eventually you bring her to a powerful orgasm, which leaves her utterly limp and completely satisfied.
“Wow...” she pants. “Thank you, Hugh! Now claim your reward, and fuck me.”
You take off your boxer shorts, and climb on top of her. Positioning your cock, you slowly slide it into her vagina. “Mmmm, yessss...” Alicia murmurs. “Feels so good...”
You fuck her slowly at first, with long, measured strokes. But as your arousal grows, you pick up the pace of your thrusting, until after just a couple of minutes, you are almost ready to climax. Hammering your cock into Alicia with as much speed and power as you can summon up, you unleash spurt after spurt of semen deep inside Alicia, as she clutches your shoulders and moans loudly in a second climax.
With an exhausted groan, you collapse on top of Alicia, who is panting for breath just as hard as you are. “Oh my God, Hugh!” she gasps. “You’re incredible – I don’t know how you do that...”
You chuckle. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She sighs. “I really don’t want to move,” she says. “But I need to go and flush myself out before your sperms get inside my womb.”
You climb off her, and let her get up. “I guess I’ll say goodnight then,” you say.
“Goodnight Hugh,” she says, throwing her arms around your neck and kissing you deeply. After just a few seconds of tongue-fencing, however, she pulls back. “See you tomorrow!”
Putting your boxer shorts back on, you slip out of her room, and return to yours. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
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As Trisha snuggles up to your back and tucks her arm around your belly, her hand finds your erect cock. Stroking it, she whispers, “Would you like another hand-job?”
“Yes please!” you reply.
She takes hold of the shaft, and starts to pump it, while kissing the back of your neck. Having Trisha give you a hand-job is an incredible feeling, and you know you are not going to last long. But you do not want to make a mess in your bed. As you approach your climax, you whisper, “I ... I’m almost there...”
Her hand stops moving. “Would you like to cum on my breasts again?” she asks.
“Yes please!” you reply.
“Okay,” she says. “Switch your light on.”
You reach over and switch on your bedside light. As you turn to face Trisha, she sits up, then she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her delightfully large breasts. She places her left arm underneath them, lifting them up and squeezing them together between her hand and biceps. Eagerly, you get up on your knees in front of her, pointing your erect cock at her cleavage.
Trisha smiles as she takes hold of it and starts gently pumping it again. The sight of her doing so, while holding her breasts together and staring in fascination at your cock, quickly sends your arousal into overload. In less than a minute, you gasp and groan as your loins spasm and semen erupts from the end of your cock. Spurt after spurt sprays over Trisha’s breasts, forming a chaotic lattice that starts to ooze in its thicker parts, flowing downward into her cleavage. Releasing your cock, Trisha begins smearing your semen over her breasts with both hands, rubbing it into her nipples and the soft flesh around them. It is one of the most erotic things you have ever seen.
“Thank you Trisha,” you say gratefully.
She smiles. “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Now switch the light off and lie down, and we’ll cuddle.”
You do as she says, and she snuggles up to your back. “Goodnight, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
“I love you, Trisha,” you tell her softly in the darkness.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber...
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As you snuggle up to Trisha in the darkness, she kisses you softly on the lips. You return the kiss with interest, tenderly nibbling and sucking on her lips, then sticking your tongue between them. She opens her mouth, and her own tongue emerges to meet yours.
During the passionate kiss that follows, she wraps her legs around you as you roll on top of her, and you begin rhythmically rubbing your hard cock against her pussy. Back and forth along the cleft between her labia you slide the head of your engorged member, stroking her clitoris with each slow thrust of your pelvis. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, and she begins moaning softly. Reaching down behind her back with your left hand, you grasp her right buttock and begin massaging it.
After five minutes of this, Trisha’s pussy is slick with her own juices, and your cock has become quite slippery too. Pulling your pelvis back a little further, you allow your cock to find the entrance to her vagina. Then you thrust forward, plunging it deep inside her.
Trisha breaks off from the kiss with a gasp. “Hugh...” But as you begin thrusting inside her, she moans with pleasure. “Oh yes ... cum inside me, my darling...”
You take your time, sliding your cock in and out of her with slow but powerful thrusts. Inevitably, however, the incredible sensation of the soft muscular walls of Trisha’s vagina gripping the shaft and head of your erection become overwhelming. As you approach your orgasm, you fuck her harder and harder ... and then you climax, pumping semen deep into her vagina in a series of powerful spurts.
“Good boy,” says Trisha breathlessly, stroking your hair as your thrusting slows, and then comes to a halt.
“Oh Trisha,” you pant, “I love you so much...”
“I love you too, my precious boy,” she whispers in your ear. “Sleep well, Hugh.”
Worn out from your intense orgasm, you soon drift off into a deep and contented slumber, with your softening cock still inside Trisha...
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Fucking her slowly at first, and then with increasing strength and vigour, you savour every moment that you are inside Angie. But all too soon you find your own orgasm approaching, and you grip Angie’s shoulders, fucking her harder and harder as she moans in time to your movements. Then, groaning and shuddering, you pump streams of semen into her, filling her vagina until the white goo begins leaking out around the base of your cock.
Breathing heavily, Angie cuddles you close. “Thank you Hugh,” she whispers.
You lie panting on top of her for a couple of minutes, imagining your sperms swimming through Angie’s cervix into her womb. The longer you lie here, the more chance they will have of making her pregnant.
But then Angie pats your back gently. “All right, my love,” she says. “If you could let me up, I’ll go and fetch that turkey baster.”
You climb off her, and she gets up. “Goodnight, Hugh,” she says.
You hold her close, and kiss her on the lips. “Goodnight, Angie.”
Once she has left the room, you put on your t-shirt and boxers, then you return to your own room. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...
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“Ohhh god...” gasps Angie, as you slowly bury your entire cock in her rectum. “Yessss...”
You start thrusting, savouring the delicious sensation of her tight rectal walls gripping your erection, and Angie wraps her legs tightly around your midsection. Harder and harder you thrust, eliciting moans from Angie that grow louder and higher-pitcher with each moment that passes.
Eventually, hammering your cock inside her and slamming your hips against her buttocks with great speed and force, you reach an amazing and powerful orgasm, shooting jets of warm cum deep inside her bowels. You continue fucking her anus, albeit with slower and slower strokes, until every last drop of semen has been deposited in her rectum.
Breathing heavily, Angie cuddles you close. “Thank you Hugh,” she whispers.
You lie panting on top of her for several minutes,
until Angie pats your back gently. “All right, my love,” she says. “You’d better get back to your room.”
You climb off her, your softening cock slipping out of her anus. “Goodnight, Hugh,” she says.
You bend down, and kiss her on the lips. “Goodnight, Angie.”
Putting on your t-shirt and boxers, you return to your own room. Climbing into bed, you soon fall into a deep and peaceful sleep...