She told him where the bathroom was, so he could wash up. Then she got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare supper.
About ten minutes later he joined her. "Can I do anything to help?"
"Sure honey, the plates are in the cupboard on your left, and the silverware in the door to your right. When you get the table set, I will pour us some more tea, unless you want a beer, because everything is ready to serve."
"Tea is fine." He set the table, and watched her put the finishing touches on a scrumptious meal.
Before he could do anything else, she walked over to him, placed her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.
"Oh god, I have wanted to do that since I first met you. I'm glad you could come over, I have a sneaky feeling we are going to be good friends and maybe more."
He moaned and quivered, her kiss was sweeter than wine. He held her for a moment, and then stated, "I'd like that." He then kissed her hard enough to curl her toes,
Her eyes twinkled in delight, he hadn't seen her this happy since the first day we said hello.
They enjoyed the meal talking about family, religion, and places they traveled to. In his mind he told himself, he could get used to this, every week or so.
She gathered the plates, and served up dessert. "You know Roger; I could really use you as my handyman, on a permanent basis. Maybe I can call you ever every other weekend if I need you for something."
"This cake is delicious, thanks for a great meal. I like your way of thinking, I'd love to help you out. Are we just talking about odd jobs around the house?"
She winked, blushed, and purred, "Around the house and in my bedroom, if you don't mind."
"Oooh honey, you're making my dick hard again!"
"Good because this baby is horny as hell. Are you ready to go into my bedroom and have some hot, sexy, fun?"
Before he could say a word she got up and took him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom. Once inside the room she started stripping.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her; she was so beautiful, even at her age.
"Well honey, don't just stand there, please take those clothes off."
She climbed onto the bed to watch as he hurriedly removed his clothing. His cock was fat but eight inches, and his big balls hung down full of his seed.
She licked her lips, quivered and cooed. "Mmm you are so sexy looking, my pussy is springing a leak, and is purring!"
He smiled and climbed onto the bed. "Well now, I'll just have to take care of that won't I?"
"Not yet, I want to suck that gorgeous cock of yours first."
Her eyes locked onto his cock. She licked her lips hungrily as she wrapped her hand around it. She flicked the tip with her tongue savoring the musky smell, and lapping up the tangy taste of precum.
"Yummy, it tastes so good Roger!"
He felt light headed and hot, it had been too long since a woman touched his cock, and he thought he'd pass out.
A soft growl escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the moment. Slowly, her warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock, and he loved how her pink lips wrapped around the shaft and sucked him deep.
"Ooooh fuck, that feels sooooo damn good!"
She just kept going, licking the shaft, and tickling his balls with her tongue. The slurping sounds and sight made his cock harder than steel. He was in seventh heaven. He knew he could not last must longer, he'd felt like he would explode any minute.
She must have been really turned and sensed his arousal heightening, because she began to suck his cock faster. He put his hands on her head, and started humping her face.
He paused long enough to ask, "Am I hurting you?"
She paused long enough to reply, "No I love taking care of my baby. I want to swallow your sweet load too boney. She resumed sucking his cock and rolling his balls.
Her moaning, slurping sounds, along with the sight of his shiny pulsating cock, coated with her saliva coating, sent him over the edge.
"Ooooh Margaret, I am ccuummiinnnggg!!"
He thought he would never stop, there was some much jism that if overflowed onto her chin.
She eagerly licked up every drop. Following that she moved upwards until her lips touched his. They shared a soft passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her, because it felt right. He didn't care that she was older, as she too needed to feel loved.
He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest, and let his finger travel to her warm, moist pussy. God she was drenched.
He then kissed her cheeks and neck then nibbled on her earlobe. "My turn baby, lay down, I want to eat that hot cunt!"
"Oh yes I would like that!"
He moved and got between her legs. He inhaled deep letting the intoxicating aroma of her sex, tantalize all his senses. He then moved closer and slid his tongue the full length of her hairy mound.
She quivered, ran her fingers through his hair, and squealed, "Ooooh honey eat my hot pussy!"
He spread the silky folds of her pussy, and was awed as to how wet she was. He slithered his tongue across the velvety skin, and she moaned in response. When he flicked her clit, a gush of fluids covered his chin. He lapped it up than shoved his tongue deep inside her. The warmth of her inner flesh was magnificent. It milked his tongue like a small cock.
"Ooooh god, if you keep doing that baby and I will cover your face with cum!"
He paused long enough to growl, "I hope so!"
He licked, probed, and tickled every inch of her twat with his tongue. He then shoved two fingers inside her hole as he sucked on her engorged clit. She was gushing so much it ran down the crack of her ass onto the bed.
She appeared to be in another dimension. She moved her head from side to side, moaned, and begun moving her hips and fucking his fingers.
He increased the pace, and she began to shake violently.
"Ooooh honey I am cumming!"
She covered his whole hand and wrist with her juices. He licked eagerly like a hungry pup at a bowl of milk.
When she finished, he moved up and took her in his arms, basking in the afterglow.
"Roger."
"What."
"I'm glad we met I really needed you more than you realize. Does my age bother you?"
"Margaret, I needed you baby, as much as you did me. Age to me only matters if you're buying cheese and wine."
They both laughed and he held her for my comfort as much as hers.
About an hour later, he lifted her chin as he placed his lips on hers.
"Honey I need to get home before my son worries where I am. I would not want him to come looking for me."
"Okay. Well I want to thank you for helping me. We will have to do this again, you can bet on it."
"I know we will."
He cleaned himself up, and dressed. He held her close one last time and then kissed her goodbye.
As he drove off, he knew they were going to be more than just friends, and her handyman.
The End.
Inviting Disaster over Us
"You can't Rachel," he plainly stated. "You know what mom and dad said." Sam took another bite from his apple and resumed reading the paper.
Rachel and Sam were left alone for the next two days while their parents had decided their marriage needed a new spark and they hoped that two weeks in Aruba would do the trick. Sam had been put in charge of the household money and his dad had made it clear to the both of them that he was to keep Rachel out of trouble and he had full say over her dos and don't s. She turned 18 only a few weeks before and she was every bit her mother, both in the physical sense, having a very petite frame with long red blond curly hair, and the literal, having the same short fuse when it came to not getting what she wanted.
"Oh come on, don't be such a puss!" She said as she grabbed the paper out of Sam's hands letting out a squeal of mischief.
Distracted Sam looked up at his sibling. How often had he looked at her and turn his head down in shame as his dick grew wat
ching her small frame and firm perky breasts. Man she was a sight. And he would do anything for her. On the other hand, Sam himself, at age 24 wasn't ugly either. Short blond with a tint of red curly hair, but perhaps his slightly skinny built which together with his length of 5'2 didn't boost his confidence much. He never really learned to stand up for himself; he was like his farther in that sense.
Rachel was even smaller at 5'1. She had kept her hair long as all her friends around her had cut theirs short, so now at the age of 18 her long blond reddish hair almost came to her butt. Those big brown eyes grew wider as she stood before him smiling. "You want this?" she spoke as she held up the paper. "Come and get it then!" She ran through the open patio door laughing. Sam couldn't suppress a small smile as he watched her bikini clad ass run out. Who wouldn't give chase?
As he walked out into the backyard he saw his paper laying on the ground his sister nowhere in sight. As he bent down to pick it up he suddenly was refreshed as big splatter of water shot up from the pool. "Heehaw! Got ya!" Rachel squealed with delight as she looked up at him from the water.
"Nice sis, thanks for that. And I'm already late for work." he looked down and sure enough his sweater was soaked.
"Pff just call in sick, come have a swim with me!" she retorted as she put her feet at the edge of the pool and pushed herself away. As Sam looked at his sister doing a back crawl his eyes immediately went to her bikini covered breasts. The flimsy material was barely enough to suppress her pointy breasts. Man the things he would do to a chick like that if she wasn't his sister. He must have kept staring a bit too long because suddenly he was broken from his dream as he heard her say "See anything you like?" She had a puzzled look on her face as she drew a small smile knowing fully well what he was looking at.
"Huh what?" The realization he was oggling his sisters breasts came flushing back to him and suddenly he was without words. Rachel saw the discomfort written on her brothers face and decided to tease him some more. She knew how to play him and maybe he would let up and give her what she wanted then. She stopped swimming and walked towards the shallow end of the pool, her petite frame coming into full view. She dried the water from her hair with her hands and drew a big grin. "Its ok you know. I like it when men look at me. Makes a girl feel sexy." She seductively let her hands flow down her curves to her hips as she stood at the edge of the water looking up at her brother.
"Wha... yo... you shouldn't speak like that Rach. If mom and dad could hear you they would throw a fit." Sam spoke agitated, he knew his sister was a careless tease but this was pushing it even for her. "Hah! You should hear mom talk when you and dad aren't here. Women are supposed to drive men insane." She was grinning now. That was just like her, coming up with ridicules lies about their mom. "So what do you say? Care to spend a day lying about with your little sis?" She had gotten out of the pool and was climbing up the diving board. "That is if you can stand to see my female form jiggling that is!" She was laughing at her own cruel joke as she bounced on the diving board causing her tits to bounce with her. Her skimpy bikini barely constraining her white c cups.
As he watched her he felt blood rushing into his dick as it started to grow. "I guess there are worst things" he mumbled to himself making sure Rachel didn't hear him. "What was that?" She spoke as she paid him no attention and finally jumped back into the water. "You're right. Sun is shining and I really could use a day off. I'm going to call in sick, then ill start the barbeque." "Woo woo!" Rachel hollered from the other side of the pool. "Look out world! My brother is finally letting loose and enjoying life!" She raised her hands above her head, causing one boob to nearly pop out.
Sam couldn't help but smile at that. "Better watch out that nothing else pops loose." He replied clearly meaning her breast. She looked down and smiling she tugged at her bikini top. With one final glance at her luscious body he headed into the house to call his work.
Sam came out, dressed in his swim pants and a towel over his shoulder. Rachel yelped, peering over her big sunglasses from where she was lounging on a chair. Her pale skin was soaking up as much sun as it could take.
"Don't have to call back in until Monday." He replied as he made his way to the stone grill. "Great!" She exclaimed as she jumped up and strode towards him. "Sam? Can I please... please call Owen?" She stood next to her brother, her breasts almost brushing his side.
Owen. Sam almost threw up when he heard that name. Rachel had been dating Owen for a week now, of course without telling their parents, much to Sam's dislike. Rachel knew how much Sam hated that guy, having spent the better part of his high school years being the butt of many of Owen's jokes. Owen had on multiple occasions ridiculed, humiliated and mocked Sam, and at the end, on prom night he had showed up with Sam's girlfriend on his arm. The whole school had laughed when Sam had entered alone.
And now Owen was fucking his sister, or would soon enough, knowing him. Rachel always told Sam everything and he was sure she would have mentioned it. Owen always bragged about the girls he slept with, and now his sister, the girl who he loved so much, more then he cared to admit to anyone would soon know the touch of his biggest rival. Sam snapped out of his trance like state when he felt his sister hugging him, her big breasts pressing into his arm. "Please Sam!" Looking down at her cute little face, with those gorgeous eyes staring back he couldn't help but wonder what she would see in a jerk like him. He wanted her to be happy though.
"Rach if Dad were to find out..." he let the words hang there. Rachel knew how their dad felt about black guys. Her Mom would be ok with it; at least that's what she hoped for. Her mom was much easier going like that, much like herself, unlike Dad or Sam.
"Then make sure he doesn't." She spat as she stopped hugging him. Her eyes turning cold she added "Or ill tell them about your secret weed stash." Rachel suddenly seemed alien to Sam. She had fits like this. Their mom had them too. Hurtful things were said during these phases and both Sam and his dad knew to stay clear when they happened. With them on their holiday, and Sam in charge that wasn't an option.
"Is this about what happened at high school? Jeez you're still on that? That was ages ago!" She almost yelled at him.
Enough was enough! He had told her plenty of times that the guy was no good and now she was actually using the things he had told her in confidence against him? But before he could think of a smart retort she added "Or are you scared?" she took a step closer, getting in his face adding to his discomfort in her half dressed state.
"What!? Heck no!" He replied unsure of himself. "It's just... it's that... I..." his words trailed off. He was scared. The one time he had tried to stand up to Owen had resulted in him getting his ass handed to him. Owen had just been stronger. Luckily no one had been there but Sam had relived that encounter many times in the years after.
"Ok then he's coming!" Rachel stated. Sam knew that there would be no talking her out of it now. Once she had made up her mind she kept at it. What she did next surprised him though. Suddenly she reached behind her and magically a phone had appeared in her small hands. Where did she have that stored? Even worse, it had been on during their little argument. Cringing he heard her talk to his nemesis.
"You hear that Owen? So you're coming? Great! Be sure to bring a suit we are swi... ha ha no no I don't think he would go for that..." She looked up at her brother. "I don't think he is though... yeah his face is turning red. Ok see you soon, kiss kiss" As she hanged up her phone her eyes met Sam's. And for a few seconds their eyes locked.
"Call him back Rachel! Tell him he can't come over!" He tried to threaten her, causing no more then a laugh from her. She snapped the phone shut and placed it between her breasts, letting it dangle. "Make me" Was all she said. To emphasize her point she stuck out her chest.
For a few minutes he was in turmoil... all he had to do was reach out... he looked down, staring at her white perky freckle covered breasts. What he wouldn't give. Looking up he saw her smiling.
"It's true, you really are a pussy" she spoke, Sam
was unsure if she was still joking or simply stating a fact. She stared a bit more at him, still baiting him to reach out and take her phone from between her breasts but when he made no move to take it she walked back to her lounge chair. Just to tease she added a bit more sway to her walk making sure her ass looked good from where her brother was standing.
Sam tried to put her and Owen out of his mind focusing on getting the grill started but it wouldn't work. How was he to behave around Owen? He hoped Owen would just focus on his sister, leave him alone. But then what if he focused too much on Rachel? He would have to say something! He was her brother. He was taught to protect her. But against Owen? Sam couldn't even defend himself against him. When he finally had the fire going the doorbell rang, causing his sister to jump up. Before she went, she adjusted the top of her bikini. At least she has a little decency, Sam thought.
"Teehee hee! There he is! Yo white boy!" a thick dark voice boomed from the patio door. Sam felt his muscles tighten as he forced himself to look. There stood Owen. He was even bigger then Sam had remembered him, a good 10 centimeters taller then him, and practically towering over Rachel. Sam just stammered back. The biggest ass he had ever met, and here he was standing in Sam's own backyard.
Rachel was all smiles, unaware or just plain not caring about her brother's discomfort at the situation. She felt Owen's strong hand squeeze her bikini clad ass tighter as they moved towards the stone grill. She felt so good when he was near. He was so strong and manly with her. She felt save with him. She wasn't oblivious to the fact that Owen lacked certain tact when he talked to people but she found it endearing. And although they hadn't gone as far as to actually sleep together she knew she wouldn't be able to wait much longer. During their date where he had taken her out dancing she had felt his cock through his pants and it had felt huge. The idea of having something so big in her, filling her, made her hotter then she had ever been.
"How's it going Sammy?" Owen spoke as he looked at Sam who now stood a few feet away. "Still dick less?" And with that he let out a booming laughter that would haunt Sam for many nights to come. Rachel gently pushed her butt against Owen. "Stop teasing my brother!" "Who's teasing?" Owen replied, giving Sam a little too hard of a shove to be playful.
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