Chapter 10: Trip Home

The mood was wonderful. All was right with the world. Then KC's belly rumbled audibly. KC blushed a bit and said, "Excuse me! Uncle Ron, I'm hungry."

"We can tell," I responded dryly. "I'll go fix some breakfast."

I got up, put on some gym shorts and a T-shirt. "Why don't you two throw on your bikinis and hit the pool for a little while? I'll call you when the omelet is done."

I was in the kitchen just a few minutes before they were ready for a swim. They had done little more than brush their hair before dressing. "How do we look, Ron?" asked Cindy.

"Heartbreakingly beautiful, as always, and freshly fucked."

"That's because we were - by the best uncle in the world who really knows how to treat a girl," said KC.

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Now enjoy the sun while it's not too hot."

They scooted out the door, giggling like the teenagers they were.

(Note to readers — One reader complained about my going into detail about my cooking. To him I say, "Get over it. In New Orleans, we live to eat.")

The omelet was going to be one of my specials — shrimp and cheese. I grated a block of sharp cheddar cheese. I diced up some slices of frozen green and red bell pepper. I also broke off a chunk of frozen diced onions. I cut up the leftover shrimp into bite-sized chunks. Next I opened 8 eggs into two bowls. I took the veggies and sautéed them in butter until they were tender and then added the shrimp chunks. While that cooked I sprayed my old fashioned folding omelet pan with PAM and then whipped up the eggs with a whisk, adding a bit of water to increase fluffiness.

I mixed half the cheese with one bowl of eggs and poured that into the omelet pan to heat. I took the sautéing shrimp and veggies and put half in the omelet pan. I added a bit of salt, pepper and a pinch of paprika. It took a couple of minutes for the two sides of the omelet to firm up enough for the folding. Flip, shake and tap. The top part came down on the bottom. Another flip and tap was enough to verify the omelet would hold together. After two minutes I popped it out of the pan onto a plate and put it in my toaster oven at low heat. I cleaned the pan quickly, resprayed it with Pam and started the second omelet. Once I had all the ingredients in it, I stepped out the door to call the girls. They wasted no time in coming in.

"OK, Ladies. Please set the table. The omelets will be ready in 2 minutes."

It actually took a bit longer but soon we were sharing the two omelets. I gave the girls half an omelet each and took half of the second one for myself.

"Ron, this is delicious," said Cindy around a mouthful of food.

"I told you it would be good, Cindy. Uncle Ron is a pretty good cook."

"I'm not that great of a cook, Cindy. I just have a great secret. I let my guests get really, really hungry and by the time I feed them, they'll eat anything." That got a chuckle from both of them.

"Secret or not, Ron, I was starving. But this still is very good," said Cindy.

"Well, thanks, Cindy. I'm pleased you are enjoying the meal. Would either of you like more? There's still a half omelet left."

"Yes, please," said Cindy.

"Me, too, please," said KC.

I cut off a small slice for me and split the remainder for the women. Moments later the food disappeared. All the sex must have burnt up a lot of calories.

"So, what time do you have to be home? What did you tell your folks?"

"I told Mom that we would head back around 4. Is that too late?" asked KC.

"No, that's fine. I'll even drive you back. So what would you like to do with your remaining six and a half hours? We could go to the flea market in the French Quarter. It's pretty commercial but it is interesting. Sometimes there are a few artists displaying stuff."

"Yeah, that sounds cool!" exclaimed Cindy. "New Orleans is really a neat city."

"Good. Let's clean up the dishes and then take quick showers. I need to shave. I'm wearing a T-shirt, shorts and sandals. We'll drive over to save time."

Some 20 minutes later, we were ready to go. I was amazed that the girls were ready so quickly. My late wife took forever to get ready to go anywhere.

The drive to the French Market was quick since there was next to no traffic. Parking took a bit longer but I found a free, legal spot only two blocks away. (I hate paying for parking!)

I led the girls to the downtown end first so they could see the fruits and veggies. Back when I was a kid, most of the finer restaurants had buyers getting the day's produce from here in the early morning. While some of that still goes on, the sellers concentrate more on selling to individuals so it is easy to buy a small box or basket of fresh tomatoes, bell peppers, okra or any number of other vegetables. Of course if you are serious, you can get bushel baskets, too. While the produces generally costs the same as in a supermarket and sometimes more, the taste and texture of the fresh produce makes for much tastier meals.

It was fairly crowded and also getting very warm. I stopped and bought us each a sno-ball (a snow cone to you Yankees). Nothing like a little flavored sugar water and ice to cool you off.

Once we cleared the food area, we came to the flea market area. This is rows and rows of tables full of all sorts of stuff. Many vendors are selling knock-off purses, belts, wallets, jewelry, sunglasses, fragrances, and other assorted stuff. Then you come to the hobbyists or one-timers who are selling odds and end from their houses. I recall buying a Hulk #3 comic book from a woman who was cleaning out her attic. Once back in the early 70's my first wife and I bought a kitten from some poor strung-out hippie girl. It actually turned out to be a Siamese cat just as the hippie girl promised. As a kitten, it was entirely white without any markings.

Both girls couldn't resist buying a pair of cheap sunglasses - $4 each or 3 for $10. I picked up a spare pair since I am forever loosing mine.

The girls did stop at a number of the jewelry displays but these were mostly cheap sterling silver stuff with poor quality gems. KC did end up buying herself a gauzy blouse that was a beautiful pale aqua shade. I mentioned that it was nearly see thru.

"I know, Uncle Ron. I'll wear it with flesh color bras outside." Then she leaned closer and whispered, "At your apartment, I won't bother with the bra." I smiled trying hard not to leer.

I steered the girls towards Royal Street so we could take in a few art galleries and antiques shops. I took them down to Martin Lawrence Gallery (not the comedian!) to see an actual Picasso painting as well as some Picasso prints and Erte bronzes and prints. The girls were impressed when the manager came out and greeted me with a hug. I've been a good friend of her stepson and I had also done some computer network service for the store.

As we were leaving the gallery, we heard the squawking of some local parrots. There's a tall palm tree on the corner of Royal and St. Louis that is home to another colony of parrots. When they get noisy, it is something to hear.

"Ron, are those more parrots making that noise?" asked Cindy.

""Yes, Cindy. They live in that tree over there. It's another colony like in the park."

"That's so cool!" commented KC. Then, "Uncle Ron, are we going back to the apartment soon?"

"If you two want to."

"I do, and I'm sure Cindy does, too. I think we would like to play again before we leave." Cindy nodded her agreement.

"OK," I said. "The car is that-a-way." Heck, I wasn't going to pass up another chance with these two little lovelies.

We didn't exactly run back to the car, but we made amazingly good time. The light traffic had us back to the apartment with a few hours left before we had to start back to Slidell. We were barely inside the door before Cindy grabbed me and gave me a pleasantly passionate kiss. KC was already in the master bedroom before she realized that we weren't following.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" she asked lightly as she peered around the doorway. As she watched us clinch and grope she added lightly, "Get a room!"

Cindy and I broke apart laughing. We sauntered into the bedroom. KC was standing by the bed pretending to glower at us. "Let's get her, Cindy!"

Cindy was quick on the uptake. We both jumped KC and had her flat on her back squirming and laughing as we simultaneously kissed and tickled her. However we swiftly stopped the tickling and concentrated on kissing and fondling her. KC's giggles were soon gone and replaced with soft gasps of pleasure.

The next hour was amazing. Somehow we three managed to reach a state where each of us seemed totally attuned to the response and desires of the other.

Cindy and I kept KC at a fever pitch while undressing her. As Cindy softly kissed KC, I unbuttoned and unzipped KC's shorts, lifted her T-shirt high enough to unhook her bra and managed to remove her hair scrunchy. I began to suckle KC's nipples and Cindy deftly removed KC's T-shirt and bra. Then Cindy moved down to KC's legs and nibbled her way from foot to crotch. Cindy pulled the shorts away by the hems of the legs. Then she came back up and took KC's panties away. On her return trip Cindy slithered between KC's legs parting them widely but still kissing and licking her way up closer and closer to KC's smoldering slit. I moved up and kissed KC, inhaling her increasingly louder whimpers of passion. Cindy finally reached KC's pussy and ate her gently and lovingly. As Cindy pleasured KC, I arranged myself over KC so that I could kiss her from above and knead her firm breasts simultaneously.

KC's moans and kisses grew more heated. She was writhing in sweet agony as a thunderous climax built. She had locked her legs over Cindy's back and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me increasingly harder. Suddenly her writhing became undulations as she tried to force her pussy harder against Cindy. Cindy, a true trouper, held on tightly and kept giving KC some amazing head. When KC came, she arched her body upwards, her heels digging into Cindy's back. KC's grip on me was so intense that it hurt. She maintained that rigid position for some 10 seconds before falling back limp.

Cindy still ate her but exceedingly gently. I could see Cindy looking adoringly at KC all the while. I disengaged myself, moved to KC's side and reached for Cindy who shuffled over to join me. She leaned against me and we gazed down at KC in all her dazed beauty.

"Nice job, Cindy," I said softly and then I kissed her. We moved to face each other, kneeling together. Our clasp was adoring and loving but our needs had been stoked. As we kissed, our hands were busy stroking each other. Cindy's breathing became more heated and she began to pull at my T-shirt. I pulled back enough to make its removal easier. As soon as it was gone, she fell back to kissing me while running her hands thru my chest hair. I'd never thought about my chest hair being sexy but it was clear that Cindy loved it.

It was my turn to remove her top. She was wearing a lacy pink bra that gave the impression of youthful sexiness. Rather than remove it immediately, I gently squeezed her breasts thru the lace. We both were kneeling apart and caressing each other's chest while gazing into each other's eyes. We both were startled when we each felt slide up our shorts legs. It was KC who was now fully recovered and intent on returning pleasure for pleasure.

Cindy and I moved closer and resumed kissing. KC reached between us to unbutton and unzip our shorts. Rather than try to remove them, she slid her hands in our underpants and played with our genitals. Her soft hand on my rigid crank felt awesome and I could see the wonderful sensations Cindy was experiencing mirrored in her lusty smile.

"Stand up, Cindy," I gently commanded. She rose carefully and we steadied her. Standing on a waterbed is tricky. KC slid Cindy's shorts and lacy panties (a set!) down and eased them clear of Cindy's feet. I moved forward to tongue her snatch as KC steadied her. Cindy convulsively thrust her crotch forward and grabbed my head to guide my probing tongue. She trembled with a small orgasm.

"Lie down, Cindy," murmured KC. "It's your turn."

Cindy rolled and dropped onto the bed creating shockwaves thru the water mattress that all but rolled KC off. Cindy giggled and said, "Sorry," while reaching out for us. I crawled over and got between her legs and began to fill my sense with her tastes and aroma. Cindy was drenched with pussy juice and I slurped up all I could get.

KC got behind me and tried to remove my shorts and underwear. My shorts slid down easily but my jocks kept hanging up on my jutting erection. Finally she got them both down to my knees. I rolled aside to remove them and KC dove in between Cindy's splayed legs. With astonishing speed she glued her mouth to Cindy and was driving her tongue as deep as she could reach in Cindy's snatch. Cindy was already well primed so she had no difficulty in reaching another orgasm.

I moved back up to Cindy and unfastened her bra (front-opening — how convenient!) so I could nibble her nubbins. I stimulated her further by suckling her nipples. Both nips were engorged from her arousal.

Cindy was close to heaven by now. She had one hand on KC's head and one on mine gently guiding us to her most sensitive spots. Her eyes were open but I doubt she was really seeing anything. She was ecstatic and was beyond coherence. Her body was surging as a major climax neared. Suddenly KC lifted Cindy's legs very high so she could repeatedly stab her tongue in Cindy's bunghole.

I moved up under one leg so I could flick my tongue over Cindy's clit. It just took the sudden stabbing of two of KC's fingers to bring Cindy to a thrashing orgasm. She bucked and heaved as if possessed before suddenly going limp. Moaning, she pushed weakly at our heads to stop us from further stimulation. As we retreated, Cindy lay spread-eagled with a smile of deep contentment gracing her dainty features.

KC and I looked at each other warmly. We both wore that look of satisfaction you earn when a job is well done. We came together and kissed with restrained passion. KC took hold of my hard-on and stroked it gently. She disengaged, bent down and slurped my meat pole into her mouth. A few bobs of her head were followed with a trip down her throat until her nose was denting my belly. She pulled slowly off laving me with her agile tongue all the way. She smiled at me as she rose and said, "Fuck Cindy now but cum in me, OK?"

"You bet, Sweetheart," I responded with a loving grin. I turned to Cindy who was still a bit out of it. Since her legs were so widespread, I had no trouble lining up and slipping into her rocket pocket. Cindy's eyes flew open when I bottomed out in her but her surprise quickly faded as her arousal level zoomed back up. Within moments she was clutching me fiercely with arms and legs, grinding her pussy against my groin feverishly. I pulled her head back enough to kiss her as I did my best to fuck her to another cum. It didn't take long, maybe a dozen strokes at most. Her cries were muffled by my kisses.

She finally released me enough so I could really piston into her. She laid back just enjoying herself while I sat on my haunches pumping between her widely spread legs. KC joined in by squeezing and kissing Cindy's mounds. I pulled Cindy's hips closer so that she needed to support some of her weight on her feet. The resultant position compelled her to move her hips in an undulating motion that scoured her insides. I strummed her clit and fucked her a bit harder. With KC nibbling her nipples, Cindy reached another major cum. Her vaginal contractions were breathtaking to feel.

I pulled out because I was not very far from busting my nut and I wanted to save my load for KC. At my age, I would take a long time to get hard again and we didn't have that much time. Cindy was still enjoying her orgasm and smiled at me as I pulled away. She looked very satisfied.

As soon as I was free of Cindy's legs, I moved to line up behind KC for her doggy fuck over Cindy. KC gave me a glorious smile that was both racy and affectionate. She wasted no time in moving forward and presenting herself, wagging her tight little rump at me audaciously.