Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 31

I held her tight for a few minutes, formulating my reply (read -- stalling) and then I inched us over to the controls and turned off the rain; "Let's get dried off," taking her hand and leading her out of the shower.

We began the drying ritual, standing in front of each other and drying one another. I've noticed since the girls came along that if there is another person present, then in most cases, whatever the task, even if it would be more efficient for a person to do it themselves, the other person present would perform the task for or on the other. It was obviously done for the intimacy or just plain fun of it, but it was now a habit that none of us was in any hurry to break.

As we stood front to front, naked and damp, me drying her back and her drying mine, I said, "Yeah, when it comes to matters of the heart, corny as that sounds, I think you just have to do what's right for you. For what it's worth, my take has always been is that if it doesn't hurt anybody else then it shouldn't really matter to anybody else. That's kinda simplistic, I know, and some people will never agree, but I think time has changed some of society's outlook on what is seen as right and wrong; I mean, it's pretty easy for everyone to agree if physical or even mental harm is done to another, then that is wrong."

I turned her so that she was facing away from me so that she was facing the mirror. I reached around her to dry her front and she leaned back and the squealed, feeling my wet junk and chest, but not moving; I shook my head and looked at her in the mirror, "You're impossible," and then pulled her in tight and slowly dried off her beautiful front-side. "So, anyway, even in our lifetime we have seen society become more accepting of same sex relationships and marriage, mixed race, or whatever you call it, relationships. And we know that all these things have been going on for years and years, but it just wasn't out there, it was all hush-hush and all, but in the long run, at least from what I know, no one was ever hurt by it. It's just a shame that people thought they had to hide their thoughts and feelings, but it's slowly changing. "

Becky was looking at me in the mirror with a look of relief, I guess it was, and she turned and jumped up, threw her arms around me and gave me another big kiss. I pried her off and looked down at her," We'll never get you completely dry," shaking my head as I ran the towel back over her tits and belly. I dropped to my knees and started on her left leg; "So as far as incest is concerned, and I'm sorry but I don't have another word for it, but it's been going on forever too, so who knows, one-day, maybe something will change there too." Teasing her pussy with the towel before switching to the right leg, "So as far as you and Ginny are concerned, I think you just do whatever feels right for the two of you. You know that the girls and I will always respect you and Ginny and as the girls like to say, we're all family and family sticks together." Happy that that bit of wisdom had been disseminated, I finished the right leg, took a little swipe at her pussy with my tongue to make sure we'd rinsed all the soap off and then stood back upright.

Becky was smiling when we made eye contact again. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and started the drying process on my front side, starting at the top; "Yeah, you're probably right, I'm probably making too much of this. It's not like I was going to take out a front page ad and tell the world my aunt and I love to eat each other's pussy."

"Wait," I barked, stopping the drying process and tried to act surprised and possessive; "You didn't say anything about Ginny getting a taste of your sweet peach!"

"Sweet peach?" she laughed, toweling off my belly; "I'll have to remember that one. Yeah, big boy, my aunt has developed a taste for my juicy fruit," she giggled as she dropped to her knees and started at my feet; "you know that no one can resist my sweet juices once they get a taste." I had been looking down, watching her and as she made her way to the apex of my thighs, she looked up with my half hard cock in her hand before licking the tip and then slowly sucking it in between her soft lips.

She had me about half hard before I pried her off my cock and pulled her back up to her feet; "So I take it this wasn't a one-time event?" as I took her towel and hung them both up to dry. She came up behind me and hugged me, again, her hands were drawn to my cock and she played with it while she explained.

"Uh, no...duh!" she said softly, nibbling at my back and slowly re-awakening her toy du jour. "I don't have one of these at my disposal every day, or even a roommate to snuggle with at night. Now though, I have a very horny aunt who finds a way to get into my pants almost daily. I think the rest of the staff has noticed that Aunt Virginia and I have more closed-door meetings than we used to," she sighed and then turned me to face her, never letting go of my now erect cock.

Becky looked at me with concern in her expression. I automatically took her in my arms and mashed my cock and her hand between our bellies. She sighed heavy again with her head against my chest; "So yeah, we've been having a good time and all and it has brought us closer together, but earlier this week, Ginny brought up my moving in with her." I kissed the top of her head and massaged her back as she continued; "When I moved here, I purposely got my own place because I wanted to be independent and if I managed to lure a stud like you," her fingers rippling over my hard-on, "home, then I wouldn't have to worry about...well you know."

My hands wandered down to her butt and I gave her a confirming butt-hug. "She offered to let me stay with her when I first got here, but now I'm afraid she wants me to move in so that we can be together, like all the time. I love my aunt to death and god knows, she knows her way around a pussy, but I still want my freedom, you know?"

"I understand completely," prying us apart and giving her a quick kiss before taking her hand, the one that seemed to be attached to me most of the day, and started toward the kitchen. "I can understand Ginny wanting more access to your sweet peach," I said, eliciting the laugh I was looking for, "but I'm pretty sure that she isn't looking to make you her sex-slave or anything like that, although..."

Becky laughed and gave me a soft punch the arm, "I might consider being your sex-slave, or maybe Britt's, that could be fun, but no, I'm not worried that she thinks we're exclusive or any nonsense like that; I mean, she knows I'm with you today, but come to think of it, she did look a little sad when I told her about today."

I opened the fridge to look for something to eat and joked, "You sure she wasn't sad because she knew it was you that would be getting a little of this and not her," turning and giving it a little hip-twirl before turning back to my search.

Becky laughed again, sweet music to me, and came back up behind me and gave me a little love-swat on the butt before snaking her hand down and caressing my balls; "I have no doubt that she would love to get some more of this; "I've caught her more than once in her office after closing with her hand down her pants and you and her on the widescreen, going at it like rabbits in heat."

I gave up on the fridge and managed to disengage myself from her hold, turning to the pantry; "So I'm guessing you then turned around and quietly left your aunt to her private musings?" I kidded.

"Yeah, right," she giggled, hopping her sweet ass up on to the counter beside me, putting her feet up beside her and spreading her legs wide; "I dropped trou and sat beside her and tried to catch up." I glanced over to see her spread her pink lips wide and finger her clit, coaxing it out of its protective cloak. Her eyes were half closed as she diddled her love button, spreading the juices that seemed to constantly flow from within her, like a mountain spring and just as pure and sweet.

I gave up on the pantry too and closed the door, stepping to the side and sampled what she was serving up. Taking a leg in each hand, I rolled her back until her pink star and slick snatch were there for the taking. "I knew you'd find something to eat if you just kept looking?" she moaned as I ran my flat tongue over her ass, between her wet lips and then tickled her exposed clit. I'm envious of my girls, and I guess most women in general, who seem to be able to climax whenever they damn well feel like it and with my little harem, that seems like most all of the time; thank god they have each other to help each other out when I'm unavailable.

Back to the task at hand, I had the redhead folded double, her toes on the counter, past the top of her head. If she'd been any longer in the torso, she could have licked her own pussy and she licked her lips as she intently watched me do it for her. "Oh baby, yeah...stick your tongue in my cunt and fuck me with it...un-huh, un-huh!"

"Grab your legs, baby," I commanded as I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them as wide as was obscenely possible. Her pussy gaped, giving me a view of the pink depths and her pussy walls visibly pulsated. I groaned and my cock twitched as I buried my face in her cunt. The bridge of my nose pressed against her clit and I could feel her heartbeat; my tongue danced in her pussy, as I French kissed her sex. Her juices flowed like an artesian spring but Becky was more like a well and once her pump was primed, it didn't take much to get her to give up her sweet prize.

"Oh shit baby," she cried, pulling down hard on her legs, trying to draw her pussy closer; "My clits throbbing baby...it's like your cock before you cum...oh fuck me...god damn, you're so fucking good...Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum baby...Fuck, I can see my clit getting fuckin' bigger...Oh god, oh god, oh god...eat my cunt god damn it...eat me, eat me, eat...AAAAHHHHHHFFFFUUUCCCKKKKKK!!" Becky convulsed on the kitchen counter in a forced, fetal position, her hands never releasing their hold on her legs. I continued to feast as one orgasm after another rocked her entire body. My face was drenched; my tongue was tired, maybe sprained, as she slowly came back down to earth. I backed my tired tongue out of her played-out pussy and spied her puckered star which was pulsing, gulping like a stranded fish on the dock. I couldn't resist slipping the tip of my tongue in, timing my insertion as the portal peeked open slightly.

"Holy Shit," she cried out, releasing her legs and clamping my head between her lusty thighs. Captured and surrounded, the only option was to fight back, so I stiffened my tongue and probed deeper, triggering another set of booty-shaking seizures. She was trying to crack my skull like a walnut and in self-defense; I reached up and pried her legs open enough to extract myself. I held her legs to either side of me and watched over her.

Her chest and face was as red as her hair and slowly returned to normal as did her breathing. Becky rocked her head back and forth slowly, trying to reset her built-in gyroscope, slowly trusting to open her eyes and see where she had landed. I gently let her legs down, her knees bending at the edge of the counter, and I ran my hands up her side, comforting her, grounding her. Sensing that everything was nearly back to normal, she tested her arms and then sat up slowly, propped up on her elbows and cautiously glanced down at her pussy.

"Jesus H. Christ," she said, finally looking up at me; "What the fuck did you do to me?"

I just stood there dumbly and hunched my shoulders, 'fuck if I know'.

She reached her arms out and I pulled her upright and she continued to stare at me, like I was some kind of unknown entity that had just taken possession of her body and tried to destroy it through sexual gratification. She finally blinked and said hoarsely, "Water."

"Yeah, shit," I muttered, doing a 180 and grabbing a bottle out of the fridge, turning back as I twisted off the cap and handed it to her. She sucked the sixteen ounce bottle dry, collapsing the bottle as she inhaled the last drop.

She held the spent bottle close and looked back at me, kind of perplexed, I guess. "The first time," now looking out over my shoulder, traveling back in time; "The first time, I think you managed to tongue my g-spot and push your nose into my clit at the same moment that I was about to cum anyway, and I just fucking...well I just fucking lost it. It was almost scary, it felt so good. If you hadn't been there...if I hadn't known you were there, I guess, doing that to me...I think I would have completely freaked out. I didn't know what was happening to me."

She looked back at me and I smiled a little, enough to tell her I was happy to have brought her such pleasure, but at the same time, concerned for her. I pulled her to me and kissed her gently and then hugged her, my head on her shoulder; "Well for what it's worth, I think you're a squirter too; you damn near drowned me."

Becky pushed back and looked at me with big eyes, the green now sparkling again; "I squirted? I really squirted?" she asked with a big smile.

"Well, I didn't actually get to see it, cuz, you know, my face was, well..."

"Yeah, I know," she said, now with that accusatory look on her face; "You were trying to fuck me with your whole fuckin' head!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the notion, then sticking my finger in my ear; "I guess I nearly made it, I've got girl-juice in my ears," looking like I was giving myself a 'wet willy'.

Becky's eyes bulged; "Noooo! No way, here, let me look." She grabbed my head so fast and twisted it that I nearly lost my footing, wrapping my arm around her waist. I felt her laser-like stare scoping out my auditory canal. Unable to see any evidence of her gushing flood traveling that far from my mouth and tongue, she slipped hers into my ear, searching for her own special taste. My cock began to respond to her aural attention and she felt it on the inside of her leg. Backing out of my ear, she turned my head back until we were eye to eye and I just winked and smiled.

"Asshole," she laughed before putting her tongue back to work, this time counting my teeth as she kissed my hard. I had to break off quicker than I wanted as my cock was doubled over, mashed against the cold granite edge of the counter.

I glanced down, checking for damage and Becky quickly caught on, pushing me back and sliding off the counter; "Oh baby, I'm so sorry," she hand softly holding my half-hard cock. "Here, let mommy kiss it and make it better," dropping to her knees and kissing it all over. "There," she said, "all better," now holding a fully erect cock. She gave it one last peck on the very tip and stood back up in front of me and gave me another quick kiss.

"I'm gonna just step back into the shower to rinse off and you need to wash your face, you bad boy!" she admonished me as she turned toward the bedroom. She stopped and turned at the door; "Hey, how about we watch a movie? Do you have any popcorn and maybe cut up some fruit?" She turned without waiting for a reply and I watched her sweet cheeks bounce out of sight.

I just shook my head and looked down at my lonely cock, "What? She'll be back; she's just taking a quick shower. Sheesh, you're really spoiled." I turned back to the pantry to get the bottle of Orville Redenbacher pop corn, trying to recall how old it was when it struck me; 'Were you just talking to your cock?' but not out loud this time. I just shook my head again in disbelief; "It's gonna be a long few weeks,"...my cock agreed.

I had the corn popped and a couple of apples and oranges cut up and in a bowl; "Smells good," Becky yelled from the bedroom. "Does Britt let you eat in bed?" followed by a giggle. She poked her head around the door frame; "I mean other than pussy? Can we watch a movie in here? You've got the big screen and a comfy bed," batting her big green eyes.

"Yes," I huffed, picking up the bowls, "Britt does let me eat in bed, and even if she didn't, she's not here, so unless you were going to be a tattle tale..." I followed the laughter into the bedroom. Becky had the pillows stacked against the headboard and looked so cute sitting there wonderfully naked, staring at the massive remote, trying to figure out how to fly the big screen and all the electronic gear tied to it.

"Here," I said, handing her the big bowl of popcorn and the smaller bowl of fruit; "I forgot napkins and something to drink; what would you like, Madam," giving a butler-y bow.

"Water will be fine, Jeeves, "she giggled, taking the bowls.

"Very well, Madam," I said, turning back toward the kitchen.

"Nice ass, Jeeves," she whooped as I made it to the door.

Turning slightly to look at her, I said as sternly as I muster; "Really Madam!" and turned back and walked out of the room. I couldn't help but smile as I heard the beautiful laughter that followed me out of the bedroom. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and a couple bottles of water and headed back into the bedroom to find a very sexy sight. Becky was on her hands and knees, her beautiful butt facing me as she gathered up popcorn off of the comforter; all the laughter had evidently upset the apple cart as it were.

I stalled a minute to take in the sights and then cleared my throat and said in my stuffy butler voice once more; "Madam, I believe this borders on sexual harassment. One shouldn't be subjected to such, well, such displays of, well...It's just not appropriate, Madam."

Not turning or missing a beat, Madam said as she continued to pick up the mess; "Really, Jeeves? You've been checking out my ass the entire time you've been in my employ. I know this for a fact because Katherine, the upstairs maid, who you have had dalliances with lately, told me as much. And from what she's told me," turning to look over her shoulder, glancing at my crotch and then turning back to her task; "Well, let it be known that if she and Brittany, the cook and Regina, the stable girl didn't satisfy me as well as they did, well, I'd show you what real sexual harassment is. Now put down those drinks and help me clean up this mess that you caused."

It took everything I had in me not to bust up at her performance, so I opted to set the drinks down as ordered and then grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over on her back and commenced tickling her and kissing her as she squirmed to get away. Before she cried "Uncle", we'd managed to scatter the rest of the popcorn all over the bed and onto the floor around it.

"Jesus, George," fighting to catch her breath as I held her on top of me, face to face. I grinned up at her and kissed her nose and brushed red hair out of her eyes; "Can't a girl have a little fun here without being accosted?" and then giving me a smothering kiss.

"Hey," I said in defense, "you were the one with your ass in the air, all but asking for it."

"Yeah," she smiled, "I guess I was, but now look at the mess we have to clean up," glancing left and right.

"Yeah, well, I've got a Shop-Vac just outside the front door and you'll have to make another batch while I clean up your mess," emphasizing 'your'.

"Well, okay," she sighed and a sadness washed over her. I moved some more hair, really just wanting to run my fingers through it; "What's up?"

"Oh nothing," she shook it off and then gave me another lingering kiss; "I was going to leave after we watched a movie and well, cleaned up, but now...I don't really want to leave yet." She paused and chewed on her lower lip; "Can I spend the night? I'll have to get up super early so I can get home and change for work, but...can I?"

I was actually kind of choked up a little. I never thought there would be a reason to question whether she could spend the night or not, I mean given, well you know. "Of course you can stay... I want you to stay and I'll be sad when you leave. In fact, didn't Britt ask you to look after me while she was gone?" my hands now on her butt and I gave it a loving squeeze.