Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 31

We both dozed for a bit, tummies full. I woke up first with Becky's hand gently holding my cock. Her legs were splayed out, her red arrow-shaped landing strip pointing the way. I carefully laid my hand flat on her belly and eased south, brushing over the tightly cropped direction marker. I softly cupped her sex and my middle finger slid comfortably between her warm lips. Every so gently, I moved my entire middle finger up and down minutely, just slightly pumping the surface. Before long I could feel her juices percolate to the top, wetting the bottom of my finger.

Her grip tightened on me and she mumbled, her eyes still closed tight; "Keep that up and you'll have to do something about it."

I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, brushing her hair from her eyes; "I was just trying to find a way to wake you; I need to go get rid of some coffee."

"Yeah, okay," she yawned and gave me another squeeze before releasing me and sitting up. I made my way and managed to do my business, unmolested. I found Becky bent over in the fridge, a tempting target.

"Hurry up," her voice echoed from inside the fridge, "I can't stay in here much longer."

I laughed and stepped up behind her and grabbed her hips and dry-humped her butt a couple times. She was smiling when she stood up and turned around in my arms and gave me a long, wet kiss before turning back to the ice box. "How warm do you suppose it is on the roof?" She pulled out half a dozen bottles of water and handed me my share.

"It was pretty warm upstairs yesterday, so I'd bet it's pretty nice; nicer than what Britt's putting up with."

"Yeah," Becky replied as she closed the refer door and wrapped an arm around my waist, her hand drifting down to fondle my butt; "When she asked what we were going to do today, I almost mentioned that I hoped to lie out on the deck and get some sun, but that would have been cruel."

"Yeah, probably a wise call on your part," wrapping my arm around her back, my hand slipping into the crack of her ass. She cooed as we headed to the front door. I followed her up the stairs and she shimmed her butt, teasing me till we reached the top and crossed the floor to the set area. This small photo area, my first backdrop when I built the place, had a four-poster bed with side tables and to the side was a regular sized shower with clear glass doors. I had shot quite a few shots up here early on and the bed had seen a lot of action since the girls had moved in.

Anyway, behind some drapes on the wall behind the bed was a ladder that led up to the roof hatch and then onto a good sized sun-deck. Originally an equipment platform, it made for a great deck with a short pony-wall that lent some privacy and protection from the wind. We pushed the bed enough to get to the ladder and I slipped on some boat shoes that were there just for this climb and started to the top.

"Nice view," Becky chirped from below, so I stalled long enough to do a little gyration that started her laughing. At the top, I unlatched the hydraulically assisted roof hatch and sunshine streamed in as I opened it; "Oh goody," she giggled and clapped when she saw the weather conditions outside. I made it up and out and Becky waited patiently, knowing the routine. I lowered a bucket that stayed on the roof in a storage cabinet and she put the bottled water and a bottle of sunscreen and some sunglasses from the bedside table into the bucket and I hauled it back up.

Becky was close behind the bucket and I helped her up onto the deck; "Oh, the sun feels so good," her arms in the air as she did a slow turn, warming all sides. I closed the hatch, kicked off my shoes and then made my way to the storage cabinet and grabbed the cushions for two of the lounges. Becky had pushed a couple of them together and we got the cushions in place, the water beside us and the bottle of sunscreen at the ready.

Becky walked to the wall and I watched her leave little footprints in the dust; "Hey babe, I'm gonna wash the deck down, it's kinda dirty." She picked up one foot and made a face and then turned back to look out over the city. We were perched high enough on a hill that no one other than airplanes on approach could see us.

I un-reeled enough hose and turned it on, adjusting the nozzle to a stream big enough to wash the dust of the redwood boards, but not enough to splatter everything else. I worked my way across the deck, back and forth, heading for the edge where Becky still stood, oblivious to the temptation she presented. It was tempting to jolt her back to reality with a sudden spray from behind but there was still the rest of the day open for payback, so I left well enough alone.

Some of the spray did find its way to her lower legs and I was enjoying the cool water on my calves and feet; "Feels nice," she cooed as I made my way behind her.

"Lift your foot," I said, nudging her leg with my toes.

"Huh?"

"Lift your foot and I'll wash it off."

"Oh yeah," she said, looking back with a sparkle in her eye. She lifted her left leg, bending it at the knee and I held her ankle and washed the dirt off her sole," that tickles," she squeaked, wiggling where she stood. I washed the spot on the deck where she stood and then put her foot down; "Next," repeating the process. Foot washing complete, I couldn't resist a quick splash across her bare butt and she stood there and moaned, thrusting her butt outward. I teased her for a couple seconds with the soft spray and then went back to work, finishing with the wash down.

"Do you need yours washed?" she asked, turning her back to the city.

"Nope, did mine while I cleaned the deck."

"Awww, shucks," she said as she watched me reel up the hose.

"Yeah, I know you," I said, taking the nozzle off and putting it in the shed; "You just wanted to have a one-sided water fight."

"Busted again," she laughed as she laid face down on the cushion; "Mmmm, the sun feels good...Do my back, will you?" The sun had already dried her perky behind and I gladly obliged, working both Coppertone covered hands over her lightly freckled backside. Putting her long red locks to side, I worked down from her neck, kneading the lotion into her strong back, playing with the dimples just above her magnificent bubble butt. I spent an inordinate amount of time, making sure to spread the protective layer to depths that the sun would most likely never reach, but you can never be careful enough; after all, who wants a sunburned bum hole? I made my way over her muscular thighs and toned calves, finishing at the bottom of her clean feet.

"There you go, babe; backside complete."

"Want me to do you?" she sighed, pretty comfortable, face down on the recliner.

"If you don't mind," I said, setting the bottle down beside her and crawling over her to take my place. I made sure that my cock slowly traced a path across her butt cheeks and she giggled, bucking up in response.

Becky stayed on her cushion, on her knees as she worked the coconut scented potion over my backside. Satisfied that she had done an admirable job, paying particular attention to the depths of my own ass crack; she laid back down beside me, face to face. "This is nice," she purred, her hand searching for mine. Loosely holding hands, we lay there and just let the sun do it's magic. After a bit, "My butt's starting to tingle; I think that means it's time to turn over."

I laughed softly and followed her lead, flipping over, lying back with my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth. I felt a cold nudge; "What?"

"Aren't you going to do me?" she giggled, placing the bottle of lotion onto my belly.

"I figured we could do ourselves," I said innocently.

"Silly boy," she said in a sexy lilt. "C'mon, do me and then I'll do you," sighing heavily.

"Okay," I groaned as though it was a big bother. I stayed on the cushion this time and leaned over her, generously applying the protective coating. I paid extra attention to her firm tits, which stood proudly on her chest. It didn't take much sun to have a smattering of freckles appear rather quickly on her fair skin. As fair as Becky was, done right, she still managed to get to a light tan which contrasted nicely with her ginger hair.

She moaned softly in appreciation as I worked south. I quickly had her taut belly protected; even making sure that her cute belly-button was safe from burning. I moved directly from her left hip and down her fit leg and then up the right. I paused at the apex of her long limbs and she was fairly squirming now, kicking her right leg outward; "Make sure we do a good job down there," she stuttered.

She chewed her lower lip as I dutifully applied the cool crème, taking care to get in all the little nooks and crannies. Her curious clit peeked out and I gave it a gentle swipe, causing her to jerk and suck in her breath. Finished in this region, I made another quick pass upward and then leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss; "I think we're done," and then rolled onto my back.

I laid there a minute and then loudly cleared my throat; "Uh, my turn?"

"Huh, oh...oh sorry, I was so comfortable there, I drifted off. Here, hand me the lotion."

Back on her knees, she began on my face, gently working it into my skin and then to my neck and chest; "Feel good?" she asked as she massaged the lotion over my chest and onto my belly.

"Un-huh," was my entire response, eyes closed, enjoying the pampering. Following my lead, Becky worked down one leg and then up the other, but then had to pry my legs apart," C'mon, we don't want burnt balls now, do we?"

"Guess not," I said softly, nearly in dreamland.

"Yes," she said with a little growl, "We can't have these getting too much sun," working my balls in one hand while fondling my semi-rigid cock with the other. Soon she had both hands devoted to my burgeoning hard-on and had lost track of her job, my cock lurching, snapping her back to the task at hand.

"Oh, sorry babe, I got a little carried away, natural reflex, I guess," she giggled, placing a little kiss on the tip of my cock, now waving in the wind. She sighed and then lay back down beside me, reacquiring my hand.

We remained quiet and still for a few minutes, the only sounds were a mocking bird nearby and a passing jetliner on approach.

"George...baby?"

"Yeah?"

She squeezed my hand a little tighter; "Uh, I need to talk to you about something," and I could hear the reticence in her voice.

"About what?" giving her hand a reassuring embrace.

"Well, it's about Aunt Vir...uh, it's about Ginny."

"Okay," I answered as my brain started to tabulate the number of directions this conversation could head. Our Thanksgiving weekend saw Ginny taking me in confidence regarding her future plans for herself and her niece and then later, well, Ginny just took me and I went along willingly. There were no secrets about what took place between Becky's sexually voracious aunt and myself; hell they watched it live-streaming in the house, via the security cameras located in the rafters of the barn. So everyone knew what went down, but Britt was the only one who actually talked to me about it. There were numerous winks and head-nods and such, but no verbalization between me and the others.

"So..." she continued, haltingly; "Thanksgiving..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, Britt told you that, well, that we watched you two...you know...doing it in the barn?"

I could feel the heat of her blush and I gave her hand another reassuring squeeze and remained quiet, letting her set the pace.

"So, anyway, it was great by the way...I mean, not that it was...well it was...well damn."

I let go of her hand and rolled over onto my side, facing her and she tilted her head and looked at me and I smiled. "You're so damn cute when you're nervous," I said, leaning over and kissing her lightly on the nose.

My ravishing redhead gave out a sigh of resignation and turned onto her side to face me and then took my hand once more. "I didn't think this would be this hard," she said softly, looking down at the cushion between us; "but here goes. If I just say it, then, well that will be that."

She paused, maybe for me to respond, but again my brain slipped into overdrive. It took a second for me to convince myself to just wait and listen instead of conjuring the worst.

Becky continued; "Okay, like I said, Britt told you that we all sat in the living room and watched you and my aunt...uh, Ginny and I'd be lying if I told you that it didn't turn me on. I don't know how much Britt told you, but we pretty much had an orgy right there in the living room while you and Ginny were going at in the barn." She paused to look me in the eyes and I looked back and I guess I must have been smiling, because she broke into a smile and breathed another sigh of relief.

"So anyway," she continued, "after we had all recovered and you two were crashed on the floor of the barn, we came out and covered you up. I didn't tell anyone, but I looked at you all snuggled up with Ginny and I was, well I guess I was jealous. Anyway, we went to bed after that and I just laid there and thought about what had happened and why I was feeling the way I was. I mean, I'm not jealous of Britt, or Kate or Gina...I'm envious, but I'm not jealous."

She paused again and it seemed right that I should lean in and give a generous kiss. Out tongues and lips tangled for a couple minutes; "Yeah, see, I'm envious," she smiled; "but I couldn't figure out why I would be jealous of Ginny; it made no sense. Anyway, I finally managed to fall asleep and then the next morning, we all kind of carried on like nothing had gone on. I mean you felt it, didn't you?"

"Well, if we're being honest here, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to think. You know that my first concern; and the girl's first concern was for you, right?"

She nodded and swallowed hard. I gave her hand another reassuring hug. "So we all agreed that Ginny would take the lead and whatever happened, well, happened. And again, if we're being honest and you thought it was hot, well baby, let me tell you, if genetics mean anything, you don't ever have to worry about not having 'it', whatever the hell 'it' is. I mean, if I were to have closed my eyes when we were... well let just say that age evidently is not a factor when it comes to ...well, it's just not a factor."

I leaned in and gave her another long kiss, mainly because I'd run out of anything to say, and well, shit, I love to kiss Becky. She pushed on my chest and was breathing hard, her eyes aglow. "Okay, okay...God it's hard not to just jump your bones, but I need to get through this." She took another deep breath and got her thoughts back in order. "Okay, so we can agree that Thanksgiving Day was a little off, but we had a good time and all, and after Aunt Virginia left, we still didn't, and I mean mostly you and me, we didn't talk about it, and I guess that's okay. I think we were all still kind of digesting the whole thing and I'm glad it didn't get too weird cuz I've never had that much fun on a porch swing in my life!"

"Yeah," I looked around; "I'm trying to figure out how to put one up out here."

"I volunteer to be the test pilot on it," she giggled as a private jet cruised by.

"So okay," she continued, "The weekend at the ranch went fine and I went in to work on Sunday and it was like nothing had happened at all. Okay, so now I was thinking too hard again and I was thinking that maybe I should be pissed that my aunt didn't, I don't know, didn't somehow acknowledge it, or something. I mean, it isn't like I was a expecting a thank you card; you know 'Thanks for letting me fuck your boyfriend' or something like that."

That did it, and I busted up laughing and then immediately apologized; "I'm sorry, I just had a picture of you in my mind wandering the aisles of Hallmark trying to find an appropriate 'Thank You' card. Maybe we should start our own line of cards."

"Ha, Ha, very funny;" trying to poke me in the ribs. "So okay, everything is going along fine, and I figured that, well, that was that and life goes on, but then the next weekend, I think it was Saturday...any way, doesn't matter, we had a big shipment come in and it needed to be unpacked, re-folded or put on hangers, that kind of thing, and then put into inventory, so Ginny asks me if I can stay after closing and help her with it. She didn't really need to ask me, but she did and I thanked her for it. Well she said, 'well it's not like you're part owner or anything, so I really thought I should ask. Just because we're kin doesn't mean you're obligated. Anyway, I thought you might have a night planned with George or something'."

She paused and my heart slowed a little, 'Did Ginny follow thru and offer Becky a piece of the store like she said she was thinking about doing?' I asked myself.

Becky answered that query quickly; "That was the first time she'd mentioned you and I wasn't sure where this was headed. Anyway, I reassured her that I didn't have any plans so we finished up the day and locked the doors." Becky paused again and took another deep breath, "Okay, so we're locked up and we head to the warehouse. I don't think you've been in the warehouse, but it's just a big ol' part of the building that hasn't been improved, you know, just storage, kind of like your place here, but unlike the store, the warehouse isn't air conditioned and with all the doors closed it's not long before we're sweating like a couple of pigs."

A couple of hot, sweaty women obviously does something for me and Becky looked down and then back with a smirk as my cock jumped a little; "You're such a guy," she giggled and inched up a little closer. "Anyway, Aunt Virginia starts bitchin' about how hot it is and without batting an eye, peels off her blouse, leaving her in just a bra, and a pretty skimpy one at that, and then she kicks her boots off and shucks her jeans and there she is in nothing but a pair of socks and a bra and panties!"

"What kind of panties?" I asked, cringing visibly, awaiting her reply.

"Asshole," she laughed, moving in and trying to grab the family jewels which I quickly moved from harm's way.

"If you must know," staring right at my cock; "They were a little black g-string, with the nothing on the backside but that little bit off floss." To her delight, my cock showed its approval; "Good lord!"

"Anyway, I was miserable too and before you even ask, I had on a little white lace demi-cup and some little boy-shorts." I had no choice and I flexed my cock, making her smile big before giving me a 'thank-you' kiss. "So there were are, half-naked, and we start talking about clothes and stuff and pretty soon we're teasing each other about clothes we've seen each other wear and she starts describing what she used to wear when she was my age and that kind of thing. It was fun, like we were a couple of girl friends or something. Well we finally got everything sorted out and Ginny said that all she had left to do was get it all logged into the inventory and so we headed back into the store."

"Well," she continued, one of her fingers now tracing little circles on my chest; "You'd have thought we were running an ice skating rink or something, it was so damn cold in the store. Well, I looked at Ginny and she looked at me and we both started laughing out loud cuz both of our nipples were about to rip through our bras; in fact mine were trying to sneak out. Then before I knew what was happening, Ginny reached out with both hands and latched on to my nipples and gave them a little tweak; shit babe, I almost came right then and there."

My cock register again on the 'Holy Shit' scale, but it went un-noticed. "Well, I tried to grab Aunt Ginny's tits, and I would have, but she was quick and took off running toward the office." Becky paused and she looked like she was accessing a file from her onboard computer and then sighed deeply; "God, she really does have a nice ass. I hope mine holds up that well."