Chapter 1

Hi Daniel of my Heart

I don’t know if I can survive much more of this cleaning spree Ashley’s on. See, her favorite aunt is coming for a visit next week, so Ashley’s been scrubbing and dusting and consolidating (i.e. throwing things out) like a maniac. This evening after dinner, for example, we cleaned out the refrigerator. I don’t mean we ate everything but we did take everything out and scoured the shelves before putting most things back. I almost ate a pickle and Ashley threw out just about all our leftovers, including the remains of a polenta casserole that I’d planned to have for lunch today.

Okay, so sometime in the middle of the night I woke up to find Ashley not in bed and not in the bathroom. I went down to investigate. She was standing on a stepladder next to the refrigerator. “What are you doing?” I asked her. “Dusting the top,” she said. “This hasn’t been cleaned in like forever.”

She was probably right about that, but it would take a giant to see anything on top of the refrigerator, and as understand it, Aunt Clair is barely five feet tall, maybe even shorter than me. Even Ashley, who’s taller than me by several inches, standing on tiptoe on the top step of the stepladder couldn’t really see over the top. She was cleaning blind. Isn’t there an expression “by the seat of her pants”? Anyway that came to mind, even though Ashley wasn’t wearing any pants or anything else, for that matter.

I notice that as Ashley strained herself upward the stepladder wobbled a little. “Be careful,” I warned her.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” she said. “But if you want to hold the ladder, maybe I could stand on the...”

“Don’t even think about it,” I told her. But just in case, I hurried to her and held her steady, a hand on her front and a hand on her back. Then, remembering what she did to me when she tried to make my nipple touch my knee, I used both hands to anchor her. Ha ha, two fingers in her cunt and a finger in her asshole. Oh Gosh did she yelp. That was so fun, Daniel, and sexy too, and it got sexier as Ashley got into the spirit of the anchoring. I was a little worried that when she orgasmed she’d topple, but the only thing that toppled was the brush.

Afterwards we took a quick shower and dried each other off and kissed a few times and went to bed still kissing. But a few minutes later Ashley was up. “Where are you going?” I asked her. “Amazon,” she said, opening her laptop. “I’ve got to order a bigger stepladder.”

Love
Your Clean as a Kitten Emily