Chapter 6

After phoning for a cab, Ken mixed two highballs and took them back to Lynn's room. She already had two suitcases open on the bed and was packing them with things from her dresser drawers. He set her glass on the dresser, then found room on the corner of the bed to sit down.

"Any idea how long you'll be gone?"

She shook her head as she took a quick sip of the drink. "I really don't know. It all depends on how Dad is, and how Mom feels when she gets home."

"Give me a call and let me know how things are."

"I will." She peeled off her dress, then began selecting clothes from the closet and folding them neatly into one of the bags.

Ken stared at the woman's tits that bulged out over her bra and the dark patch of hair that showed through her thin panties. With her garter belt, high heels and nylons, she looked as sexy as hell, and he felt a twinge in his prick. "Got time for a quickie before you go?" he asked, half-jokingly.

"I wish I did, darling, but I simply can't. I was hoping I'd get through earlier so we'd have time for a piece, but I couldn't make it. We'll just have to wait till I get back."

Nancy looked in from the hallway. "I saw the car, Mom. Are you going pretty soon?"

"Yes, dear. Would you please make up a snack for all of us as fast as you can? Toby and I are leaving in less than an hour."

"Sure." The girl turned away and left.

"Well, I'll get out of your way, Sis," Ken said, standing up to go. He gave her luscious, mature body a last once-over, sighed, then went into the living room to join Dana.

Lynn came out a little later wearing a form-fitting knit dress, and Toby brought out the suitcases and set them down by the front door. They all went into the kitchen for the soup and sandwiches Nancy had prepared, and the younger girl fed Dana while they talked about the flight and Ken's parents. They had barely finished when the door bell rang.

"That's the taxi," Lynn said, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. "Let's go, Toby." She gave each of the girls a kiss, then Ken followed her and the boy to the door.

"Don't forget to do the washing, Nancy," Lynn called back to the kitchen as the driver and Toby hefted the bags. She kissed Ken warmly, said good-bye, and went out to the cab.

Ken watched them pull away, then returned to the kitchen where Nancy was clearing the table. "I've got to work on some reports for a while, kids. Do you think you can keep yourselves occupied?"

"Oh, yeah," Nancy said. "As soon as I get the dishes done, I'll read to Dana. She wants to sit up in the front room anyway."

"We'll be okay," Dana said, more than happy that she would have her father nearly to herself for at least several days.

"Good. It shouldn't take me too long, but it's got to be done." He filled an ice bucket, got down a glass and a bottle of excellent scotch, then started for the door. "I'll be in my room if you want me. Just keep the noise down for a while."

He trudged to his bedroom, closed the door, then crossed to his desk to pour a drink. He hated reports with a passion, and the scotch was necessary to make the job easier. Sitting down, he uncovered his typewriter, inserted paper, then sipped on his drink as he stared at the blank page.

For the next two and a half hours he wrote, paced, drank, went to pee, then wrote some more. His mind wasn't on what he was doing at all, and he had difficulty putting the words together. What he was thinking about was the girls, and how he was going to handle things in Lynn's absence.

The temptation was going to be there, staring him in the face every time he turned around, and it was going to be damn near impossible to ignore it. Could he? And if not, what would he do? The question plagued him, and the level of the bottle went down quickly as he struggled to get down on paper a description of his last job for his superiors.

By the time he had the envelope addressed and sealed, he knew he was getting pretty high, but at least the task was completed and he wouldn't have to worry any more about it. He went into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face, which revived him a bit, then he picked up the report and carried it to the living room.

The two girls were sitting on the couch, and Nancy looked up as he entered. "Boy, I thought you said it wasn't going to take very long, Uncle Ken. It's been hours!"

"I know. I'm sorry. It was a little complicated. Nancy, will you mail this for me tomorrow? I'd like you to take it to the post office so it gets out right away."

"I sure will. Just put it on the table by the door so I don't forget."

"Right. How are you doing, Dana?"

"I'm kinda tired, Daddy. If you don't mind, I think I'll go to bed."

"You go right ahead, baby. Maybe tomorrow we'll think of something different to do. Like go for a ride."

Both girls noticed that he was slurring his words, but neither of them said anything or acted as though anything were wrong. They stood up, Ken kissed Dana's cheek, then Nancy led her off to her room. After putting the girl into a fresh nightie, Nancy tucked her into bed, then collected all her dirty clothes.

"Your dad sure looks worried," Nancy said, gathering up the pile on the floor. "Did he say anything to you?"

"Uh uh. Not a thing. What d'you suppose is the matter?"

"Search me. Well, I've got to get the washing started. I'll see you in the morning. Night." Nancy went out, closing the door behind her.

Ken was in the kitchen mixing a drink when Nancy came through with a full hamper, heading for the door to the garage. "Are you going to do that tonight?"

"Just get it started. I'll finish it up in the morning."

He shrugged with indifference. The booze was getting to him, and he was feeling apathetic. Going into the living room, he turned on the TV, then sat down to stare at it moodily. He wished to hell he was out of there, and didn't have to face any more decisions about the girls, or Lynn, or the cute little nurse. He didn't like problems that had nothing to do with his work.

Nancy came back, her bountiful titties bouncing in her halter, and stopped by his chair. "I'm going to take a bath, Uncle Ken. Want to play some cards when I get out?"

He smiled at her, trying not to remember what her youthful body looked like naked. "No, I don't think so, sweet. I'm too tired tonight. I'm going to watch the boob tube for a while, then hit the sack."

"Okay. I'll see you in a little while."

He watched her trim, bare legs and jaunty ass as she turned away and disappeared into the hall, and thought, Jesus, I'll never be able to keep my hands off them! I was a damn fool for coming back with Lynn leaving! I can only take so much!

He smoked two cigarettes while he finished his drink, wondering if he couldn't hire a live-in housekeeper until his sister returned. A stranger in the house would put a damper on his lustful cravings and keep him in line. Not only that, but if he got one young enough, he might get a new piece of ass.

The idea sounded good to him, and he was giving it serious consideration when he went back to the kitchen for a refill. He hadn't uncapped the bottle yet when the phone rang and he picked up the receiver from the wall. "Hello?"

"Hello yourself. Remember me?" It was Mary Sims.

"Naturally. How could I forget?"

"You didn't call, so I thought I'd give you a buzz. I'm not doing anything. Why not drop over?"

"I'd like to, Mary, but something came up."

She giggled into the phone and sounded a little tipsy. "Isn't that what it's all about? I'd like to see that something that came up."

"It's not that. Lynn's gone, and I'm watching the girls."

"I'll just bet you are. Know what I'm watching? My finger while I tickle my cunt. I was getting it all nice and wet for you."

The thought of her teasing her hairless pussy made his prick begin to swell. "It sounds good, but I just can't make it tonight. Maybe tomorrow."

"Can't. Got a date. Honestly, Ken, I'd sure like to feel your big cock in me. In my mouth and my cunny. I'd like to fuck you till you couldn't get it up any more."

His organ jumped as it extended and pushed his pants out. "I wish I could. Why don't you call me when you're not busy, and we can work something out?"

"Ooohhh, Ken!" She was panting softly into the receiver. "I need your big old muscle in me! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! My finger isn't much help! Ooohhh! I'd even let you ream my ass with your pole! Please come over! Take care of me! I'm so fucking hot I could scream! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh! Oh!"

"Are you jacking off?"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I can almost taste that tremendous cock in my mouth right now! You could do anything to me you wanted to! I need a prick! Ooohhh, Jesus! Please, Ken! Come now! Don't make me go crazy!"

Ken reached down and closed a hand around the bulge in his slacks, squeezing his long hard member as he pictured the nurse finger-fucking herself, writhing and squirming as she speared her finger in and out of her creamy twat.

"Go ahead and cum, Mary!" he groaned. "Let me hear you!"

"I... will!" He heard the unmistakable sounds of a finger making squishy noises in a juicy snatch. "Did you hear that, Ken? Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum! Damn! Oh, now! I wish it was your cock! Huh! Huh! Huh! Ooohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Do it, Mary! Do it!" He heard wrenching whimpers and sobs, then only heaving breathing.

She's all ready to be fucked, and I need it, he thought angrily, but I'm too goddamn tight to drive or even walk over there! Jesus Christ, I never do anything right!

"Ken?"

"Yes?"

"Are the girls asleep? I could come over there. We could fuck on the floor again. Or sixty-nine even, if you wanted to."

He mulled it over, but the risk was too great, even if his rod was thrumming like a tight banjo string. "No, baby. It won't work. Let's put it off till later. Call me. I'll be here."

"All right, damn you!" she shrieked. "Fuck you, you bastard!"

There was a loud click on the line, then silence. Grimacing with disgust, he hung up the phone and finished mixing his drink painfully aware of the rock-hard piston jutting out from his groin. He sampled the highball, smacked his lips, then proceeded back into the front room, slowing when he saw Nancy sitting in a chair with one leg dangling over an arm, wearing a shorty gown with no panties on.

She was already looking at him and the protrusion behind his fly, so there was no sense in trying to conceal it. Continuing on to his chair, he sat down and pointedly avoided glancing at the fur-rimmed gash that was exposed in her crotch.

"What makes your pants stick out like that, Uncle Ken. Your pee-pee?"

He nodded. "That's right."

"Why does it do that?"

What could he say to that? That a nurse had just jacked off over the phone for him? "It's hard, that's all."

"You mean bigger than it was this morning?"

"Yes."

"What makes it do that? Get bigger, I mean?"

Ken took a swallow of his drink and lit a cigarette. "A lot of things, honey. Haven't you ever seen Toby like this?"