Summer Visit Ch. 09

I wanted to edge Caylee a little bit, draw out her pleasure, give her another orgasm for the record books, as special as the first. Her second ever. God, it was such a turn on to think about how all of these things were completely new to her. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that I was the one she'd chosen to give her this. Carefully inserting a second finger to slowly push in and out of her pussy, curling upwards to try to find her G-spot, I focused more directly on her clit. I had to hold her hips as I lapped at her quickly with a pointed tongue, knowing she was very close. She moved against my face, crying out and gasping. With a final squeal, she came, her juices spilling out onto my tongue and wetting my chin. I kept at it while her body was taut, hips lifting off the bed and thighs pressing into the sides of my head. As she lowered down, panting as if she had run a marathon, I helped bring her down slowly, nibbling at her pussy lips and gently withdrawing my fingers.

Her hands smoothed my hair back from my face and when I looked up, smiling, she briefly lifted her head to smile back before letting it drop back to the mattress with an exhalation of exhaustion. She looked absolutely beautiful - like a goddess. Her hair was a tangled mess, her body limp, a sheen of sweat was all over her skin, and her face had a dreamy smile. Her breath slowly started to calm.

"You've never looked more sexy." I told her. I laid my head on her thigh and enjoyed the soothing feel of her hands in my hair. She started massaging my scalp and I felt so at peace. It was nice to just be able to relax after such intense experiences. After many minutes of recovery, Caylee tested out her voice and had to clear her throat before she could fully speak.

"Oh my God, Matt, I had no idea sex was like this!" she eventually managed to exclaim with a bit of a laugh. She propped herself up a little with elbows behind her back so that she could continue to meet my eyes.

"Now you know what all the fuss is about!" I teased, scooting up a bit to fold my arms over her belly, my chin resting on my wrists. My erection throbbed, pressing into the mattress, but I was able to ignore it. It had been so hot to go down on Caylee, I was worried I'd come just from the slightest touch.

"Seriously!" she agreed with my statement. "I kinda feel cheated from missing out on this for the past couple years. I'll just have to make up for lost time."

"Don't worry, that's what uni is for. Well, with a bit of education on the side."

"Well good because I want more. Is that greedy after two orgasms in less than 12 hours time?"

"Not at all. In fact, I've been tempted to spend whole weekends in bed with a lover. If the sex is good, two days goes by so fast! You just want to soak it all up while you can."

"How about two months?" Caylee's tone had turned serious and she looked at me with longing. I climbed up to lay beside her and pulled her into my arms to cuddle.

"Maybe." Was all I could promise for now. She may have a change of heart and I wanted to allow for that possibility. She seemed a little bummed but didn't push the issue.

We cuddled for another few minutes, quietly enjoying the feeling of connecting naked (or mostly so, in my case). I gently massaged whatever area of Caylee's naked body I felt like reaching, and enjoyed the silky feel of her skin, even with the light sheen of sweat from our exertions. She tried to reach for my cock a few times, but I discouraged her, eventually having to confess to her that she would make me come in about two seconds if she so much as touched me!

"Why is that a bad thing?" she asked, part teasing, part curious to actually know.

"We idiot guys like to preserve the illusion of endless stamina." I joked back, but continued with my serious heartfelt answer. "Also, I want all this to be about you. I think it helps my guilty thoughts. For now, at least." Who knew how long I'd be able to hold out against Caylee's desire to explore my body. I suspected not that long.

She accepted my withdrawal, and allowed me to have time in her bathroom since she'd already been up when she'd first woken up. The coffee was ready when I finished my shower and Caylee went up to have hers while I prepared breakfast. I tried not to think so much about how amazingly domestic this all felt, how perfect and right, comfortable and cozy.

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After our later-than-usual breakfast, we continued our day as we normally would with time to ourselves before lunch and time by the pool between lunch and dinner. However, there was definitely a different energy to how we reacted to each other. Caylee was enjoying practising her flirting skills (she was actually pretty damn good considering her limited exposure to guys and lack of experience). She touched me when she was nearby, and her eyes had a new sparkle to them.

Out by the pool, Caylee was especially flirty and enjoyed having my attention as she swam and dove as usual. Today's (borrowed) yellow bikini was cute and cheerful as well as super sexy. Now that I knew what she looked like naked, watching her smoothly cut through the water as she swam and dove was a challenge to do without getting hard again and again. I mostly alternated between sitting on a pool-side lounger with a book in my lap and trying to cool off in the pool!

Caylee and I were preparing supper together when my cell phone rang -- a pretty unusual event as most of my friends just texted. It couldn't be Caylee's parents - they always checked in earlier in the day to match up with their Parisian time zone and would be sleeping by this late in the evening. Wiping my hands on a dishtowel, I checked in with Caylee that she was all right to continue putting the finishing touches on our casserole before putting it in the oven for a while. Getting an OK from her, I pulled out my cell to answer.

I was surprised to discover my sister Hannah was the caller. We had checked in pretty regularly over the summer (especially since she was pretending to be here as far as our aunt and uncle or parents were concerned!) but not often by phone call. Her timing made me a little nervous - she and Caylee kept in pretty regular touch as well but surely Caylee wouldn't've mentioned anything about her summer experimentation?

Calming my anxious thoughts, I greeted my sister as would be expected. "Did you forget how to text?"

"Funny guy." Her sarcasm was another standard fare in our sibling repartee. "No, just wanted to check in..." Her attempt at a casual tone wasn't fooling me but I hoped the reverse wasn't true.

"Sure I buy that... and you've gone straight too, right?" I called her out on her bullshit.

"OK OK fine." She huffed out a puff of air. Caylee came over, wiping her hands on the hand towel, and I saw that our casserole was tucked away in the oven.

"Before you 'fess up to whatever weird favour you want to ask me, lemme put Caylee on speaker with me, she's right here." I touched the speaker icon and laid my cell on the kitchen table as we both sat in front of it.

"Awww, hey little cuz!" Hannah's voice turned syrupy. She definitely had a soft spot for our younger cousin, wished we saw her more often, and had been bummed out to miss the summer together (but not even to leave her girlfriend home alone!).

"Hey Hannah, how are things? How's Léa?" Caylee smiled as she leaned forward to hear Hannah's reply. Although my sister and I had been in a similar situation, I marvelled at how Caylee's capacity to grow up in a even more negative and super restrictive environment but still come out to be such an awesome person, supportive of people she loved no matter what she'd been told was `wrong' with them. I couldn't help wrapping my arm around Caylee's waist and giving her an affectionate squeeze to somehow express to her how proud I was.

"She's doing great, and I'm awesome. We are awesome!" You could hear the smile in Hannah's voice. "Thank you so much - both of you - for covering for me so we could enjoy this time together."

"Happy to help, although I wish I could've seen you too. But I'm enjoying Matt's company." Caylee cuddled further into my side, leaning into the arm that held her. We look at each other and shared a secret smile. I was sure we were both thinking the same thing: if only Hannah knew just how much Caylee was `enjoying' me!

"So what's up?" I cut into the conversation before we got too off-topic; I knew Hannah must've called for a reason.

"Well..." Hannah said in that squeaky tone that confirmed instantly that she didn't have good news.

"Uh oh, what?" I replied, my happy feelings evaporating. I still held onto Caylee, but more out of fear and protectiveness than pride and happiness.

"Relax, it'll be OK. But that's why I called instead of texting, we don't have tons of time. Last time I was talking to Mom and Dad, they hinted that they'd love to come and visit us here, I mean there! So... problem."

"Shit! `Problem' is right. Do you think they're suspicious of anything?" They had seemed fine during the few conversations I'd had with them, but I suspected they chatted with Hannah more frequently. Not only was she the daughter, she was the (slightly) older sibling and considered to be more in charge over here - well, she would've been if she were actually here.

"I don't think so. They've asked me to pass my cell over to you a couple of times but I've held them off with some variation of you being busy or outside or I don't want your grubby hands on my personal device." Hannah laughed at this last excuse, which rang true because it was true; she hated to share her cell with anyone.

"OK so what's the time frame? Did they say when?" With enough warning, we could figure out a plan.

"They said they were thinking about next weekend." I could almost picture Hannah's scrunched up face that would go along with this unpleasant news, but she rushed on to reassure us. "But I can drive down by then, get settled in and spread some of my crap around to make it seem like I've been there the whole time. Easy peasy!"

"Yah, super easy, barely an inconvenience." I sarcastically parroted a catch-phrase from one of our fave YouTubers, Ryan George (who was from Québec like Hannah and I).

I looked at Caylee and raised my eyebrows. She nodded and we agreed to go along with this plan. We discussed the details: Hannah would enjoy the rest of the weekend with Léa, who worked a Monday to Friday job, and would head down by mid-week. Hannah had just graduated and had just started building up her business doing graphics design and websites for people so she could work from anywhere she could plug in her laptop.

We chatted a bit more with Hannah and when the timer for our casserole rang, we said our goodbyes. After ending the call, we looked at each other for a few beats of silence. Caylee's mouth started tweaking up in an unexpected smile.

"I'd like to hear what the good news is in this mess - other than you and Hannah getting to hang out." I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest in a mock-pout.

"I was just thinking of the ridiculous layers to this... You realize that before Hannah arrives to spend a few days figuring out how to cover up the fact she's been back home banging Léa instead of here, you and I are going to spend a few days figuring out how to cover up the fact we've been, well almost-sorta-banging?" Caylee's grin widened and it was definitely contagious when I allowed myself to think about how silly this actually was. We snorted a little as the front edge of a laughter storm approached.

"This is like a bad sitcom! But hopefully without the stupid close calls or embarrassing revelations. We should hit the beach on Monday and toss the lube in the lake, for example." My joke create the desired mental picture for Caylee and she started cracking up. And once we got started, realizing just how ridiculous the situation was, we started laughing uncontrollably. One of those times when you have to either laugh or cry as the adrenaline your body just produced in high anxiety starts to trickle away.

The oven timer beeped at us again, reminding us we had supper waiting. As we stood, I pulled Caylee into a hug.

"Let's just try to enjoy the weekend and worry about this on Monday, all right?"

She rested her head on my chest and breathed deeply, sighing out a "Yes please!"

* * * *

As we ate, we tried to talk about everything except for the coming week. Caylee was apparently turned on again (or still) and slipped back into her role of seducing me. She asked me again if I'd thought about her idea of sleeping together in her bed for the rest of our time. Although she didn't point it out explicitly, we both realized we'd only have a few days of our new arrangement anyways before Hannah arrived. Then we would definitely be back in our own beds with hands off 24/7 just in case. This influenced my decision and I told Caylee I would but that the same rules applied and we had to keep our pyjamas on while we slept.

For our usual "movie" time, Caylee asked if we could sit on her bed and use the TV in her room instead of the one downstairs, and I agreed. We settled in together in our PJs; I wore only my boxers and Caylee wore another cutesy PJ set with tiny shorts and a frilly baby doll top. This one was a pale teal with purple, pink, and white butterflies. Again, the fabric made it look like something a little girl would wear (complete with little ruffles), but on Caylee's body it only made her look like the sexy woman she was. Her innocence and curiosity never seemed to detract from her honest sexuality and I had to admit, it was an appealing and arousing combination!

I put on a longer video for us so I wouldn't have to keep messing with the mouse on Caylee's nightstand. When I set it down, I noticed the little bottle of lube I'd bought for her sitting right there next to the lamp, and couldn't help but smile. It was a shame that Caylee's own efforts hadn't had successful results. Although I really couldn't complain about how things had turned out so far, I still hoped that she would be able to learn to get herself off too. If we did throw out the bottle (into Lake Ontario or elsewhere), I'd buy her another one as soon as the coast was clear so she could continue her `homework'! I reassured myself that we would have the whole summer after my family's (hopefully short) visit.

Caylee had kicked the sheets to the bottom of the bed and propped the pillows up against the headboard behind us. Her fluffy white bedding set was paired with pale purple sheets and pillows in a combination of purple and white. She sat nearly in the center of the bed and when I came to sit beside her she was quick to curl up into my side. She fit comfortably there, her short but curvy frame nestled into my larger one perfectly. She laid a hand on my lower thigh almost immediately, like she couldn't wait to touch me. I slung my left arm over her shoulder and caressed the soft skin I found there. Her hair and body still smelled delicious and I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Damn, I both loved and hated how quickly Caylee turned me on - just a few strokes of each other's skin and I was rock hard. We watched the video but as usual, it was the thoughts of Caylee beside me - and what we had done or might do - that was more arousing.

"So my little student, what do you want to ask about tonight?" I asked Caylee after a few minutes had gone by without her usual plethora of curious questions.

She looked up into my eyes and smiled. "Mmm... I think I prefer our hands-on demonstrations."

I grinned. "Yes, those are certainly more fun. I was just thinking, actually, that I would still really love to help you get to a place where you're able to get yourself off anytime you want. Want to hands-on demonstrate on yourself?"

"Sure I'll give it a try." Caylee agreed. "There are things I'd rather do than fly solo but it would be good to be able to. And maybe now that I know I can, it'll be easier."

"Very true - you can be confident that at least your body is capable of getting there."

"Is it ever! Can we get comfy first?" Caylee asked in a flirty voice, pulling one of her straps off her shoulder to demonstrate her desire to get naked.

"Yes." This was clearly the only possible answer. I tried not to drool as I sat back to watch Caylee start to undress, both straps of her top were now slipped down off her shoulders and the neck of the top lowered with the loss of the support, revealing Caylee's bra-less cleavage. "Oh, yes please." I echoed my previous answer with enthusiasm.

Caylee pulled her arms out of the top's straps and lifted it over her head, revealing her perfect curvy breasts. I was rendered pretty speechless at the sight -- the small rosy nipples of those perky tits were already slightly firm. I made a move to get closer, unable to resist the urge to have them in my mouth but she wiggled back a little out of reach and I sat back, trying to be patient.

"I should tell you something..." Caylee began nervously, her previous confidence melting away a little.

"Of course, anything." I reassured her with my usual mix of calmness and lack of judgment.

"Remember when you gave me that advice about slowly teasing myself when I tried to get off? About picturing a guy in my head, imaging doing things with him?" I nodded and subtly shifted my position. My cock was pressed between my leg and the fabric of my boxers, becoming even more aroused as I pictured Caylee's fantasy of touching a man. "And I said I'd already thought of someone?" Again, I nodded. When she waited a minute, I just motioned for her to continue. Was she embarrassed about the celebrity she picked? "Wow, you really don't have a massive ego like so many guys..." Now I just looked at her, puzzled, waiting for the punchline. "It was you, silly!" she declared, throwing her arms out to the side a little. The motion caused her boobs to jiggle deliciously.

"Really?" I blurted out, surprised. Wow, that was unexpected. I guess her childhood crush on me hadn't completely disappeared after all. She nodded back, nibbling on her lower lip a little, smiling but looking a little anxious about her confession.

"Caylee, I- I'm flattered. I can't say that I felt the same back then but I admit that from the first time I saw you this summer, I've been trying not to drool! Also, I'm glad to hear I'm not just a handy body for you to play with for practice." I teased, keeping it light. I didn't want her to feel embarrassed at this revelation.

"Well, you're much more than just a body to play with." Caylee seemed to gather her confidence back around her, hopefully bolstered by my positive reaction to her confession. She climbed over my legs and knelt over me, her legs on either side but in a non-contact straddle. I felt like I would give my left arm to have our bodies pressed together, that's how strong the craving was. I could only look at her, give in to her power over me, and she soaked it up. "But I have to confess, I'm very much enjoying that part. And there is so so much more for me to practice..." She hooked her thumbs into my boxer shorts and looked up at me for permission. I could only nod, my thinking brain already abandoning me, already halfway in yes-please-let's-be-naked-together free fall.

Caylee began pulling my boxers down. I tilted my hips and lifted my ass to help make it easier. She stood on the floor to pull the boxers completely over my feet and off, then hooked her thumbs into the stretchy waistband of her own little PJ shorts. She hitched a hip out and paused dramatically, nodding towards my lap. "Will you touch yourself to keep me company? Please." she requested, her eyes hungry. She rubbed her thighs together a little and I could tell she was already very turned on.