Chapter 311: Summertime Easy Living

After whatever the virtual session with “me” did in your head to break you of needing to fuck me, I’m not worried. If it ends up inside you, then it does.

It did.

Twice in the night, one of us went to shift to get comfortable only to find my cock buried inside her. As soon as we noticed it, she pulled it out of her or, I did.

“Please, leave it in there unless you need to go to the bathroom,” Chrissy said. “It took me forever to get back to sleep the last two times we pulled it out. We aren’t ever going to screw. I’m fourteen now.”

The place in my head confirms that she isn’t the least bit aroused. I’m only able to get inside her because she keeps oozing pussy juice.

When I woke up, she was sleeping on top of me with my dick fully buried inside her. This time I needed to pee, and it wouldn’t wait. She decided she would try to go too. Before we went back to sleep, Chrissy showed me this new type of lubricant she found in the guestroom nightstand. I don’t know what is in it, only that it didn’t rub off on the sheets after it “gelled” on my dick. She put some up inside her too.

Chrissy putting it on my dick got me hard, so she slotted me in place, slid down all the way, and laid back down on my chest, and said, “According to their website, they didn’t design it for sex. A woman scientist wanted a way to be able to pull out a vibrator she put inside her after using it off and on all day. Without screwing herself with it, her juices weren’t getting up inside her. She hated having to work to get it out even when horny as hell. This formulation provides a coating that reacts with the pH of a woman’s pussy to activate it. When it comes in contact with the air after that point, it evaporates. No matter how we try to keep it out, one, or both, of us are putting it back in. Pulling apart kind of hurts.”

I didn’t even realize we did it subconsciously, but she has a point. Since her cock holder was big enough to take it, I’ve always gone limp.

It was after eleven in the morning when we woke up. I found myself caressing Chrissy’s back and butt. She slowly woke up, lifted to sit up straight, and stretched.

“Do we have to get up? That is the best I have slept since you used to let me sleep in bed with you before I even hit puberty. I’m surprised that your dick is still rock hard. All the times I tried to get it in me before last night, it went limp instantly, just like I’m sure will happen if I try to have sex with you,” she said as she laid back down on my chest. “I think the best way I can explain it is that it was going to be hard and inside me all night long, so we got it out of the way to let us sleep.”

Trudy sat on the edge of the bed to say, “Maybe I should try that, Chrissy. He pokes me in the butt all night long. All those years spent trying to get him to fuck you only to find that the only way you get his dick in you is when you sleep with him, and then it isn’t fucking at all. Dolly said you needed to get down to help with the babies because you agreed to cover for Nelly, who is staying home with Sheila. Molly’s mom is having some discussions with Sheila’s parents about the sleeping arrangements. I can’t be sure, but if I heard Dolly right, her uncles might have placed some nanny cams and some tiny video cameras in places where they could observe her with her cousins from multiple, full 4K video feeds. Molly’s mom just so happened to have a dark-web link to where some videos might involve Sheila’s sisters and cousins. It seems that someone did work to edit out their faces.”

Easy enough to fake to provide clips that appear to be a bed in her room with a naked girl and naked boy appear doing something which looks like sex, or grinding against each other, but doing nothing instead.

Chrissy was happy to find that the strange type of lube worked as described. She slid effortlessly off me, and I couldn’t find any residue on my dick when I checked. Chrissy did her thing in the bathroom, slipped on the bikini bottoms from last night, and hurried off to get breakfast before watching the babies.

“I’ve seen enough girls who wake up with a dick inside them,” Trudy said as she mounted my dick. “Chrissy wasn’t lying when she said that it didn’t do a thing to turn her on. I’ve slept here enough over the years that I know when she is turned on. She was damn happy to wake up with you, though if I didn’t come up here for a nice fuck, you would have needed to use your hand.”

Trudy turned out to need more than one nice fuck. She wouldn’t tell me what made it so that I couldn’t fuck her out. We stopped to eat twice but were still fucking when my parents came home. Chrissy went to get her family’s mail, put any bills aside, and all before dinner, if she was eating with us.

In the shower, Trudy had me fuck her until I came inside her again before we stopped to get to dinner before being late. Chrissy went to a friend’s house for the night. My parents didn’t say much about Trudy getting my dick up inside her, while we kept covered, and her fucking me through the movie. We kept fucking until two in the morning, only because Trudy didn’t have the energy to stay awake. Anytime she had rested up, Trudy was back to riding me or having me fuck her. I never gave her any extra. It all came for her body and what she ate. We screwed like that for over a week.

Mom and dad had no idea what was going on, but they hired a nanny service so that Chrissy, Nelly, and Dolly didn’t happen to walk in on us. Not that they cared about someone seeing me having sex, it was because that person people believed to be a lesbian. When she finally had her itch scratched, Trudy apologized to my parents and thanked them profusely for making sure no one found out about her and I having sex.

Trudy sat with me in my room and told me, “I know we are close, David, but that was just something too personal to say why it happened. You have no idea how much it meant to me to have you willing to fuck me nearly non-stop for a week without asking questions. I almost went crazy waiting for us to hook up so you could help me work through it.”

Alrighty then. If you don’t want to tell me, I can live with that. I have a lot that I can never tell you.

Now that she dealt with her demons, she decided it was time to head home to her basement. It was still odd having people living in her house upstairs, but the income they were banking was worth it. She would call some girlfriends over on her way home so that she wasn’t alone in case whatever she worked through wasn’t fully resolved. I crashed. In the morning, I finally met the nannies.

“How do you go at it for days, and where can I sign guys up,” One of the nannies asked.

I fixed myself breakfast as I said, “You go have four friends get into an almost life-ending car crash and stay by their sides until they all walk out on their own or leave in a body bag.”

Harsh, but there is a bit of truth in there.

“Day id,” April said, holding onto my leg. “At all.”

I cored the apple she saw me take out for my breakfast and cut it into eight slices. From the fridge, I got me another apple and a Granny Smith apple. I cored that one and cut it into tiny pieces that my siblings wouldn’t choke on when they shoved one, or more, into their mouth at one time. I cut up a banana and halo orange too. All three had no-spill containers for food.

I reached down to hand her the ones for my siblings and said, “Take theirs first, then you can have your apple April. If you want, you can sit in my lap and eat with me. I’m making more than enough.”

I had my eggs, bacon, toast, apple slices, juice, and sausage when April toddled back in with my sibling’s empty no-spill containers. She got her apple slices to come over for her to climb up to eat with me. For a toddler, April ate a lot more of my breakfast than I expected. She knew she couldn’t hold the poop getting ready to come out but was able to push her need to use the bathroom over the link between us. I got off her, still dry, diaper, sat her on the pull-down little kid toilet seat, and I held her in place as she did her thing. Once finished, I cleaned her with baby wipes. She ran off naked, carrying her diaper.

“How did you know she was about to use the bathroom?” the other nanny asked as April slipped past her to go out to the baby pool to splash with her aunt and uncle.

“Duh,” I said exaggeratedly. “Don’t most babies need to go to the bathroom after having a big meal? At least April seems to go soon after she eats. She seems to try to use the baby potty outside but doesn’t always make it. Then again, she isn’t even eighteen months yet, so that is damn impressive.”

Having nothing else to do today, I decided to get my laptop and sit by the pool to catch up on emails. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find a text from mom telling me that one of the nannies had been here over the last week. When she swims with the babies, she only wore bottoms during the first two days. One of the babies always seemed to want to nurse while in the pool. With only her and one other nanny out in the pool cage, since Trudy had me occupied at the time, she swam naked. The other nanny worried about someone seeing them that she put on a one-piece with an integrated skirt and design that the top hid her breasts. It didn’t matter that she was also a wet nurse who stripped above the waist when nursing the babies. The new nanny was all for going to swim nude with the babies. Mom said both were going to be uncomfortable nude around me. She was sure that both nannies didn’t want to get pregnant anytime soon, as both were still virgins, so as not to expect them to suggest sex. If I chose to sit outside, then she asked if I would be naked.

I guess I can take one for the family.

The new nanny was already naked and bent over to get my brother from the baby pool to take him into the big one. When she stood up, she saw me walking out. A quick look out the side of my eye as I passed was all I needed to have a good idea about her naked body. The other nanny came out in a sheer coverup. The dark triangle showing through made it clear that she was naked underneath. Both froze and looked at me. Not trying to make it seem that I was giving them a show, I pushed my shorts down to lift them off the ground with my foot. I put them and my t-shirt on the table next to the lounger where I had my laptop and phone. Now I didn’t exactly ignore them as much as was working through the emails the man-in-the-machine’s AI hadn’t been able to decide how to handle.

Oddly, half of them were spam. I clicked a button that told the AI that they had missed these as spam. It asked me to identify the areas that led me to believe it was spam and not a valid message. It went through all of those messages I had since before I came home from the hospital. Using the details that I provided on each spam email, the AI identified anywhere that it detected or I marked as being possibly suspect. We did dozens of review and re-train activities using all the emails. It still incorrectly kept some emails as spam or not-spam when they were the opposite.

Still way better than any of the ISP filters, Giggle, iLoons, and Orifice 653.

I had been so involved in going through email that I hadn’t noticed that April climbed up on my legs and laid down. The way she ended up falling asleep, she had put her arm over my dick and rested her small hand on it like it was a stuffed toy. I was happy that she didn’t think the head felt like a nipple and tried to nurse. That would be awkward since I hadn’t even noticed her climb up. I had my laptop sitting on the attachment to the lounger arms to reduce the glare on the screen.

“That is too cute,” the wet-nurse nanny said as she pointed to where April was cuddling my dick. “You two are more in sync with each other than the closest of parents with their babies. Other than trying to suck me dry and the bottles of milk when I am empty, April won’t eat anything I try to feed her. She didn’t even balk at taking food to your brother and sister before getting her own. I watched her climb in your lap to take a nap. I don’t know any guys who could have ignored her little hand in their penis, as she moved it where she wanted, and not get hard. You have the biggest penis I’ve ever seen, not that I’ve seen a lot besides little boys. I went to a school that taught me how to become a wet nurse since the money is a lot better than just being a babysitter with a better title, so I’ve never had one inside me. I’m not the smartest in my family, but I know that one that size will fit in a vagina since babies exit that way normally. That doesn’t mean that I don’t still question how that works given that I can barely get in the smallest diameter tampons when I really must use them.”

I let her sweat what she said a minute before answering, “I guess it would fit inside a woman. A baby is much bigger when I hard. Maybe one day I will get to find out.”

It is not the day for either of you with both being at least 21, and still virgins. I’m not about to pop your cherry.

“Huh? What do you mean you might find out one day? They hired to watch the babies, to keep people from coming to the wrong conclusions about you and the girl you had over. I’ve no experience personally, but there are few things that a boy and girl teenager are likely to do when left unsupervised in a bedroom with the door closed. I’ve heard a lot of stories about you being amazing in bed,” the nanny said as she pulled my sister off her breast to move her to the other, even though they were drinking milk now.

“Well, let me clear something up. Trudy is one of my best friends and a lesbian, as are two of my other best friends. We’ve been sharing my bed since shortly after she moved in because her mom travels for work, and there were noises from her old house that freaked her out when she was there alone. Before you ask, we have seen each other naked and sometimes sleep together naked, but that doesn’t mean we have had sex. She had an issue she needed to work through and came to me since I’m her best friend,” I told her loud enough for the other nanny to hear too. “I keep hearing that I’m some super stud in bed, but when I ask for who is saying I’m a great lover, no one will give any names. Whoever I pissed off, they are mad at me to keep saying that when I’ve no idea if I’m good in bed or not. Why do you think I want to find who is saying I am to find out if I am good in bed, finally.”

The other nanny said, “Yeah, right. Keep up the charade, David. A long one like yours and not reacting to our naked bodies would normally mark you as gay. I’m pretty sure you’re straight. Only a guy who can’t get it up because he is fucked out or one who fucks too much that two naked women don’t get a rise out of him.”

I laughed loud enough to wake April, who wasn’t happy about her nap ending early, before I said, “Or it could be all the time I spent at nudist camps, beaches, and resorts when traveling with another good friend. Maybe it was the time working at the underwear and swim shop outlets when I was fifteen.”

April required retribution for waking her before she finished her nap. After moving the laptop, I put her head on my shoulder to rub her back until he fell asleep again. A slight adjustment to recline the lounger kept her right there as I started replying to emails. Unlike the emails in the past that required me to talk someone back off the ledge, I had emails from people that wanted to see how things were going. I garnered from their emails that they were the type of people who are in the background watching what goes on around them but rarely interacting directly. I had always been kind to them, even back when I thought I was ignoring everyone. I didn’t exactly remember any of them, and pictures in a yearbook with no one having any real memories of them. I realized that I hadn’t ignored them either, not entirely. The more I thought about it, I remembered at least a few occasions where someone had slipped into my hiding spot when people were trying to do things with me, or have me do to them, that wasn’t cool. They were the ones to stop the uncool things some kids tried to do to me and ensure the kids couldn’t get to try again.