Time is a funny thing. It swirls around us, changing us ever so slowly: our bodies, our faces, our opinions, and, of course, our relationships.
I first met Tiffany when she was eight minutes old. I was about twelve years old, and I wondered then exactly what the big deal was about my new baby cousin. She didn't seem terribly interesting to me at the time. Ah, there it is again...time.
By the time I graduated college, my perceptions hadn't changed. My cousin was a bony kid, all knees and elbows, and she spent most of her time fawning over the latest flavor of teen pop sensation. I used to tease her endlessly about it. We got along well in those days.
But I suppose we never really became close until after she graduated high school. I had been in the workforce for several years already by this time, and had made more than a little bit of money building websites for corporations from California to Maine. It kept me traveling, but it also created a need for a sanctuary, somewhere quiet and tranquil, where I could wind down between high-pressure jobs and tech-intensive board meetings.
I eventually purchased a modest two-bedroom house, figuring I'd make a guest room for the occasional (hopefully rare) visitor. I splurged on the location, though, buying up seven acres of land well out in the Tennessee countryside. It was a spectacular place, with a pond on which I built a dock for my rowboat, and a stream running through, jumping from grotto to pristine grotto. It was my sanctuary, and, by the first week, it felt like home.
I attended Tiffany's graduation that same year. She'd grown into quite a vibrant young lady, surrounded by admiring friends, and more than one infatuated young man. Her golden hair had grown long since I'd last seen her, and she smiled brightly as she gave her valedictory speech. I was proud of her, and her mother, my aunt Ella, was ecstatic.
"She's all grown up now," Aunt Ella said to the whole family, as we sat together in the stands, watching Tiffany cross the stage and receive her diploma. We all nodded, cheering as Tiffany waved toward us from the stage.
After the ceremony, Tiffany went down the line, giving each aunt, uncle, and cousin a big kiss on the cheek and a hug. When she came to me, I gave her a big bear hug. Her body was soft and warm beneath her gown, although I only gave this a passing notice at the time.
"Congratulations, cuz," I chuckled.
"Thanks," she replied, blushing.
"Did you decide where to go next?" I asked, having been familiarized with her indecision concerning college by Aunt Ella.
She shrugged. I noticed we still held one another in a half-embrace, but it was a wonderful, sweet feeling, so I did nothing to break it.
"Do you even know what you're gonna study?" I pressed.
She locked her big blue eyes on me. "I was thinking..." she said.
"What?" I probed.
She was blushing now. "Like...maybe computers, like you."
I smiled. "Well, I'm flattered. It's hard work, though; you gotta have a good head on your shoulders." I tapped her forehead with a finger.
"I'm the fucking valedictorian," she laughed, finally letting go. She moved on to the next person in line.
As it turned out, Tiffany didn't go to any college the next year. It seemed that she considered graduation a license to go a little wild. She started drinking heavily, although I never heard of any drug abuse. She stayed out all hours of the night clubbing, and had been known to go missing for days, finally turning up with little or no explanation. She took a new boyfriend every few days, it seemed, and there was no doubt she had become sexually active. Although I was saddened by the turn of events, I decided it was best to mind my own business. I threw myself into work, keeping updated on Tiffany's misadventures via periodic, hysterical phone calls from Aunt Ella.
It was during one of these calls, that one of the best and worst things that ever happened to me was set in motion. I was at home, having just gone for a dip in the pond, when my cell phone rang. Aunt Ella again.
"She's really done it this time" she wailed.
"Hi, Aunt Ella," I sighed.
"Jake," she said, "you know what she did last night? Do you want to know what she did?
"What'd she do?" I asked, humoring her, as always.
"She came home wearing nothing but a pair of panties " she huffed. "Can you imagine that? Came home in her panties"
I could imagine that, and I was a little disturbed to realize that I liked imagining that. "Well, did she say what happened?" I asked, genuinely intrigued now.
"She wouldn't say," Aunt Ella replied. "She wouldn't even talk to me. She left this afternoon without saying a word."
"You shouldn't have bought her that car," I said.
"I know, but it was a graduation present. Jake, you know she wasn't like this a while ago. What am I gonna do?"
I didn't want to get involved. I was in my sanctuary, trying to relax. When the time was right, I knew Tiff would settle down. Then again, what if she didn't? Her lifestyle was a dangerous one for a pretty young thing; she was just asking for some predator out there to rape her, or worse, if it hadn't already happened. Worry welled up inside me, and I couldn't believe what I said next.
"Why don't you send her down here to live for a while?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Aunt Ella asked, sniffling.
"It's...it's peaceful down here," I said. "It's out in the middle of the country. Fresh air, open space, and no clubs to go to. I think it'd do her good. I have a guest bedroom that's never been used."
"Do you think she'll want to come?" Ella asked.
"I don't know. But she needs to come, whether she wants to or not. This place will do wonders for a person. I bet it'll calm her down a little." I paused. "Plus...I always wanted to get to know her a little better.
"She always looked up to you," Ella said. "She used to talk about you all the time, how she wanted to be like you."
"She did?" I was shocked by the admission.
"Oh, yes. You've always been so smart and successful. You're her hero, or were."
"All the more reason she should come visit," I said. "We'll try to get her mind off whatever problem she's having."
And so it was agreed. To my surprise, Tiffany agreed to come willingly. I was waiting in the front porch swing as Aunt Ella's Crown Victoria pulled into the gravel drive. Tiffany stepped out, of the passenger's door, dressed in ripped jeans and a tank top. The sun shimmered on her hair and skin.
"Hi Jake" Aunt Ella said, hollering from the driver's seat. "C'mere"
I winked at Tiff and walked over to kneel beside the car, getting eye-level with my aunt.
"My knee's acting up again," she said, "so I can't get out, or else I'd stay."
"It's alright," I said, smiling.
"You take good care of my baby, okay?"
"Don't worry," I said, "we'll have a good time."
After a few goodbyes and kisses, Ella finally drove away. Tiffany watched the car go, her brow creased.
"Where the hell is she going?" she asked.
"Back home, I suppose," I said. "Why, did you forget something?"
She looked at me. Her face hard. "I don't have a car," she said.
I shrugged. "I've got one."
This seemed to calm her. She started for the porch. Her jeans, though loose, were still fitted to accentuate her curved hips and round behind. I berated myself for staring, but stared all the same.
"So," she said, turning around. I quickly averted my eyes, hoping I hadn't been caught staring. "What do you do around here."
"Well," I said, walking toward the porch where she stood, and taking the bag of clothes she had slung over her shoulder, "I go for walks. Swim. Fish. Read."
"Holy shit, are you kidding me?" she asked, her jaw dropping. "Don't you have t.v. or anything?"
"Nah," I said. "I'd rather read."
"Well what the hell am I supposed to do here?" she asked, following me inside.
I put her bag down in the guest room. "You'll think of something, cuz," I said.
Tiffany spent the rest of the day, and most of the night on her cell phone, yakking it up to friends and boyfriends back home. I decided not to bother her, though I did paint a mental bulls-eye on the cell phone. It would have to go. It was a link to the lifestyle that so worried my aunt and me.
As for me, I tossed and turned all night. I found my mind unwilling to calm down, always returning to thoughts of Tiffany; her tight little behind, her golden hair, her pouty lips and big blue eyes. I had such a raging hard-on the whole night that I had to wriggle out of my boxers.
By the time morning came, I was still dead tired. Stifling a yawn, I forced myself out of bed and headed down the hallway toward the bathroom. I noticed the door was half closed, but, still half asleep, I paid it no mind until I got close enough to hear singing coming from the other side. It was Tiffany's voice.
Trying to blink away some of the sleep in my eyes, I cautiously peered through the doorway. It was incredible.
There she stood, naked as she had been when we first met. She was peering at herself in the bathroom mirror as she applied eyeliner. She was bent forward, her perfect, round ass sticking out. From the side, I could only see the bottom of one of her breasts, obscured as it was by her upper arm. Her skin glowed, even in the fluorescent bathroom light, and her muscles moved beneath taut skin as she shifted from one foot to the other, bending the knee of one long, bare leg, then the other. Just enough baby fat remained on her otherwise fully developed body, accenting her gentle curves. I stood transfixed, not caring that this was my young cousin, only enraptured by the sight of such a beautiful creature in all her naked glory.
I was snapped back to consciousness by my cock's stirring. I looked down to find him fully erect and throbbing, and was suddenly reminded that I had kicked off my boxers. I was standing in the hallway as naked as Tiffany I quickly tiptoed back down the hall and into my room, retrieving my boxers. I sat on the bed, trying to calm myself, trying unsuccessfully to focus on something-- anything-- but my cousin's nude body.
"Hey, are you up?" There was a light knock on my door.
"Uh, yeah," I said. "Everything okay?"
"Do you have any toothpaste?" she asked. "I didn't bring any."
"Did you look on the shelf?"
"Yeah, it's not there."
"What about the cabinet?"
She opened the door. I hadn't though to lock it. "Can you come help me find it?" she asked. She was dressed now, in pink shorts that left half her ass hanging out, and a white t-shirt that clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Sure," I said, scrambling to cover my raging erection with a throw pillow. "Be out in a sec."
"M'kay," she said, her gaze lingering on me. I felt her eyes appraising me, roaming over my chest and back, down my arms and to my crotch. After a long moment, she closed the door.
I flopped back onto the bed. What had I gotten myself into?
I was right; the old homestead did have a calming effect on Tiffany. For the first week or so, she practically raged about being bored, but by the third week, she was going for long hikes in the woods and helping me build fences and plant fruit trees in the orchard. We talked as we worked, talked about everything from politics, to religion, to plain old family gossip. There were dirty joke contests, outrageous confessions, and plenty of horseplay. I was glad to see the old Tiff, so sweet and intelligent, coming slowly back to life.
Every night I went to bed with a stiff cock. Sometimes, it was so bad that I would wake in the middle of the night, sneak into the bathroom, and masturbate, just to get relief, although the erections always returned within a few minutes, whenever my mind wandered back to thoughts of Tiffany, sleeping just a room away.
One night, unable to bear it, I crept up to her bedroom door, and opened it a crack. I had officially become a peeping tom. Inside, the moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room with a mystical blue aura. My eyes went immediately to the bed, where she lay sleeping on her side. She was above the covers, curled up in a fetal position, clutching a pillow to her tummy, and bare ass naked. The moonlight was bright enough that I could even see part of the crease between her thighs that marked the edge of her slit.
My heart was pounding, and my cock was throbbing. I dropped my boxers once again and began to stroke myself, eyes locked on my cousin's nude form.
She looked so innocent as she slept, and I felt extremely filthy. That made it all the more exciting. It only took a few minutes for me to climax, and I tried in vain to stifle my groans of pleasure as I drenched the carpet with streams of cum. I continued stroking, milking every last drop of semen and pleasure out of my cock, never wanting the moment of orgasm to end, not as long as Tiffany lay naked before me.
It was my final sputtering grunt that woke her. She started, her head popping up. I stumbled backward, scrambling as quietly as I could back to my room. Once I'd made it back, I realized I'd left my boxers at the foot of her door. I started cursing myself. There was no way I could go back for them now that she was awake, but if she found them, well, she was smart enough to figure it out.
Finally, I decided I had to retrieve them; it was worth the risk. I opened my bedroom door slowly, leaning forward to peek out into the hall. As I swung the door back, however, Tiffany was standing right outside the doorway, face-to-face with me. She was smiling slyly.
"Forget something?" she asked. She was twirling my discarded boxers on the end of a finger.
I could feel my cheeks flush. "I...I..." I stammered, covering my unclothed crotch with my hands. I noticed that she was still naked as well, but my embarrassment robbed me of any arousal this time.
"Did you like what you saw?" she asked, stepping forward, snaking her arms around my neck and pressing her bare breasts against my chest. I could feel her soft pubic hair brush against the backs of my hands as I continued to cover myself.
I took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. I was caught, and there was no turning back. I found a kind of calm in that. "I...was...amazed..." I admitted.
She smiled up at me, her eyes glittering in the darkness. She stroked my hair with one hand. "Will you come back?" she asked finally.
"Back?" I asked. "Into the hallway?"
"No, silly," she whispered. "Back to my room." She swallowed. "Come and sleep with me tonight."
"Just sleep?" I asked, wary and hopeful at the same time.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Just hold me, and sleep with me."
I smiled back at her. "Okay...let me get some clothes on..."
"Noo," she whined. She took my hand, pulling it away from my crotch, and led me down the hall to her bedroom. She crawled into bed, and tugged at my hand until I lay beside her. There were no other words exchanged for the rest of the night. She snuggled against me, and I wrapped my arms around her body, relishing the sensation of her soft, warm skin, and the intimacy of our closeness. Although I was still mad with sexual desire, there was also a feeling of innocent calm, and it pushed away all other urges. That night, all I wanted to do was hold this beautiful young woman in my arms, and be held in hers.
We slept well into the afternoon, until the path of the sun brought its light into our eyes. The glare forced me to roll over, and my head came to rest on a pillow. It was only when my bleary vision cleared that I noticed my pillow was one of Tiffany's breasts. She giggled, seeing my surprise, and pressed my face between them with her hands, squeezing her shoulders together so that I got a face full of cleavage.
"Good morning," she said, as I planted kisses all along her sternum and up to her neck. I raised my head eventually and looked into her crystalline eyes.
"Yes, it is," I laughed. She smiled brightly.
"You were poking me all night," she said.
"It's your fault," I responded. "You were naked."
"I didn't mind," she said. "It even felt kinda good...you know, like I had something to grab onto if I had a nightmare." She wrinkled her nose.
That was irresistible. I pulled myself up, face-to-face with her, and kissed her gently. She returned the kiss eagerly. I raised my body onto hers, settling my hips between her legs and pressing my body into hers as we continued to explore one another's mouths. My rigid member was pressed between our stomachs, and my balls nestled against the lips of her pussy.
After almost an hour of this, I moved back down to her neck, kissing along her throat and her bare shoulders, making my way across her collarbones. She sighed softly, running her fingers through my hair. My lips moved down to her breasts, tracing a path all around the underside, then back up, until finally I took her tiny pink nipple into my mouth. I savored the taste, sucking gently, then hard; biting softly until she gasped and giggled, then licking. I spent time on both her perfect young tits, worshiping them.
"Keep going," she cooed, lust gathering in her voice and eyes. I moved down to her soft tummy, nuzzling and kissing. I didn't linger there, though; I moved directly to her pubic mound, pressing my cheek against the patch of blonde curls there, relishing their caress. I could smell her excitement strongly now, hot vapors of arousal rising from her waiting slit.
I pressed my face into her pussy, breathing in the scent. The lips were pink and moist, and I took them into my mouth, suckling them, tasting her juices. She made a soft whimpering sound, and her fingers closed around clumps of my hair. Her fingernails dug into the back of my head.
My tongue found its way to her little hole, licking and pressing against it. She made more sounds, and began to squirm. I could feel her juices leaking out, smearing all over my face and cheeks, dripping down my chin. I tried in vain to lap up every drop, pressing my face into her, slurping all along her pussy and inner thighs.
She was writhing now, whimpering and moaning. "Oh god yes, oh god yes," she kept panting.
After only a few moments of this, she let out a piercing squeal, and her entire body tensed. A gush of fluid streamed from her, drenching my face. I started coughing as it drained down into my throat, and I had to wrap a hand around each of her thighs to steady her as she squirmed violently.
Her orgasm lasted several seconds, during which she kept cumming relentlessly. Finally, her screams died away into heavy panting, and she relaxed, her entire body going limp. I pulled my face away from the warmth of her pussy, feeling the cool air of the room on my face suddenly.
She gazed at me lovingly from between the small swellings of her breasts, which rose and fell in a quick rhythm as she struggled to catch her breath. "Jake," she said, but nothing else.
"Feel better?" I joked, planting a kiss on her pussy. I raised my chin and rested it on her pubic mound.
She nodded. "I wanna do you, now."
"I got no problem with that." I crawled on top of her again, engaging her in another round of kissing. She licked her own remaining juices from my cheeks and chin, and we savored them together.
Then, I rolled off her and came to a stand next to the bed, my cock standing straight out before me. Tiff immediately took the cue, and rolled over on her tummy. She squirmed across the sheets toward me, wiggling her naked ass in unwitting seduction. Once she reached my cock, she came to a rest, and opened her mouth. She stuck her tongue out ever so slightly and took my cock into her mouth, cradling the underside with the tongue.
I was in ecstasy. Pleasure shot through every nerve in my body, and I groaned deeply, a groan that originated somewhere inside me that was my most primal spot.
Tiffany giggled, and closed her lips around my shaft. Her cheeks caved slightly as she began to suck. She could only take about half of me into her small mouth, but I had no complaints. Her head bobbed slowly, administering an expert blowjob. She started to kick her feet slowly against the mattress, and her big beautiful eyes were looking up into mine as I growled in pleasure.
One of her hands closed around the part of my cock that she couldn't cover. Her palm was soft and warm as she stroked half of me, and suckled at the rest. I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm surging upward, urged on my the feel of my hardness against the softness of the insides of this beautiful girl's cheeks.
"Tiff, baby," I groaned, "you're gonna make me cum.." I thought it best to warn her, since most women seem to detest having cum squirted in their faces. I don't blame them.
I was sure Tiff heard me, but she said nothing, just increased the rhythm of her sucking. She began to moan with pleasure, as if my dick was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
"Agh," I grunted, over and over, paralyzed by the waves of pleasure crashing against me. My knees threatened to buckle with every one of her strokes, and an urgent tingling was growing in my nuts. Only a few more seconds passed, and though I resisted for as long as possible, my orgasm finally hit me like a sledgehammer.
Tiffany gagged and choked almost immediately, as I shot streams of jizz deep into her throat. She tried to pull away, but I took her head in my hands and kept her still. I began to pump hard, shoving my meat into her tiny throat, yelling at the top of my lungs, emptying my balls into this perfect little face. I finally released her, and she tumbled backward on to the bed, coughing and sputtering, spitting up gobs of cum and sobbing for breaths between gurgles.
"Holy shit," she said, laughing in between gasps, "you almost drowned me in that shit."
I laughed along with her, every muscle of my body tingling. I fell forward on to the bed, catching myself just in time to lay beside her. It took her a few moments to finally stop coughing, and I wiped away the tears I had caused to stream down her face. They mingled with the strands of cum that drizzled from the corners of her mouth, and I mixed them and shoveled them back into her mouth. She swallowed every bit eagerly.
"Nobody's ever fucked my throat like that," she admitted, a touch of amazement in her voice.
"Nobody's ever sucked my dick like that," I said, propping my head up on one elbow, so that I could look down at her. "I've had some blowjobs in my day, but nothing like that. I thought I was going to shrivel up."
"I sure never saw anybody cum that much," Tiff said. "I musta swallowed, like, a whole gallon."
"Eh," I said, "it's good for ya." I snaked my other arm around her, and she snuggled up to me. My spent, deflated cock now made room for her, and she took advantage of it, lacing her legs around mine, and pressing her crotch against mine. We kissed again, well into the evening, until we noticed that the sun was close to setting.
"Holy shit," Tiffany announced, "we've been laying around all day."
"Best way to spend a day, if you ask me," I said, rubbing noses with her. "You hungry?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Want to help me cook up some breakfast-slash-supper?" I laughed.
"Sure," she chuckled. I rolled off the bed, then reached down and took her in my arms, plucking her right off the bed. She squealed. I carried her, naked, into the kitchen and set her down on the counter. "Stay here and be good until I get back," I teased, waggling a finger in her face. She grabbed my wrist and forced the finger into her mouth, sucking it with the same relish she'd given my dick hours ago.
"You're amazing," I said, waiting until she was finished before heading for the fridge. I rummaged around for ingredients, taking up a carton of eggs, a green pepper, and a tomato. I held them up for her approval. "Omelets?"
She nodded, smiling, leaning forward on her perch. I walked over to her, putting all the ingredients on the counter. I parted her legs and stepped between them, wrapping my arms around her bare back and kissing her. My cock was stirring again, of course, but I decided not to worry about it. I had nothing to hide now.
Tiffany broke the kiss. "Are you okay with this?" she asked, biting her lower lip in a way that was extremely sexy, though she didn't seem to realize it was.
"With what?" I asked, softly, nuzzling her earlobe.
"With us doing it," she said, sighing with pleasure. "I mean, we are cousins and all."
I pulled back and pressed my forehead against hers, locking her eyes with mine. "Tiffany," I said, "I have adored you for a long time now. I love you. And I can't see anything wrong with expressing that love in whatever way I can." I kissed the tip of her nose.
She seemed more than satisfied with that explanation. "I always liked you, too," she admitted. "As long as I've ever known you. It started feeling different that day I graduated."
"I remember that," I said between kisses. "That's when I started feeling different about you, too. You were eighteen, I think, and it showed. I noticed that day when I hugged you, and I have wanted you ever since. "
"Well," she said, "now you have me. What're you gonna do with me?"
I took her by the hips and scooted her to the very edge of the countertop. "Just xxx," I said, taking my cock in hand and pressing it against her opening. She gasped.
"Fuck me," she said, realizing that's just what I meant to do. "Fuck me," she repeated.
Her tiny hole was impossibly tight, and I soon realized there was no way I could ever enter her as gently as I wanted to. "This might hurt," I warned her.
She nodded, biting her lower lip again. I flexed my buttocks and thrust my hips forward. For a moment, her tightness still resisted, slick as it was with her excitement, but, finally, it gave way with a sudden ease, and I slid into her all the way up to my balls.
She howled in pain and pleasure. I started to fuck her in a steady rhythm, pulling out until only the head of my cock was left inside her, then pushing all the way back in. I started out slowly, but gradually increased the tempo.
Tiff wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. Her little nipples hardened, scratching ever so slightly against my chest. She moved her hips with me, fucking me back, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Our voices mingled into one reverberating moan, as we fucked in my kitchen. I pounded her little pussy harder and harder, shoving every bit of me I could into her with every stroke. Her hot breath blew in my ear, coming out in jarring gasps as I fucked her.
Suddenly, I felt her arms leave my neck, and she came away from me, lying back onto the hard surface of the counter. She stretched her arms over her head, her little tits stretched tight as well, and lifted her knees, pulling them apart and drawing them up toward her chest. This left her bare pussy completely presented to me, and I took the opportunity to go a tiny bit deeper into her on my next thrust.
I took her ankles in my hands and pulled one of her feet toward me. I wrapped my lips around one of her dainty toes, then another, until I'd sucked all of them, then started over. I kissed all over her bare foot. She giggled; it tickled her. All the time, I never relented, plowing her young, tight, slick pussy with total abandon.
We were animals now, all inhibition vanished, all conscious thought suppressed. All that drove us now were primal urges and hungers, which we eagerly fed. I had the presence of mind to seize the tomato I'd set aside for the forgotten omelet. I held it over Tiffany's naked body and crushed it, spraying tomato juice all over her tits, neck, and stomach. She squealed with surprised delight, and I leaned forward, slurping the juice off her. I lingered several times on her nipples and neck, scattering kisses into the mixture of sucking and slurping.
Once I'd licked her clean, I stood straight again, feeling that familiar tingle that told me I was getting close. Tiff was still wailing, writhing on the counter, ready to cum soon herself.
I decided to try to hold off, and cum right along with her, though if she didn't hurry the hell up, that would be impossible. My cock was already aching to explode inside her sweet nude cunt.
"I'm cumming" she cried suddenly, as if she knew what I was thinking. She started to whimper and gasp for air.
This was my chance. I let go, let the orgasm wash over me, let my eyes fill up with the sight of my beautiful cousin's perfect naked body stretched out before me, the incredible sensation of her slurping pussy squeezing my shaft. I joined her in gasping as it hit me.
"Ohh goddd" Tiffany screamed. "Cum in me Cum in my pussy" Her shrieking intensified my orgasm, and I shot load after load of cream deep into her spasming pussy. Our mutual climax seemed to last forever, and even when it was over, I couldn't stop pounding her, even with a spent, sensitive dick.
Eventually, though, my cock started to soften, and Tiff's tiny hole squeezed me out. I took her in my arms and pulled her back up to a sitting position, locking lips with her. We kissed passionately as the electric pleasure that had just passed between us ebbed slowly away.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, kissing my neck. "You fuck me so good. I can't even believe it."
"You make it easy," I admitted, chuckling.
"I love you," she said. She pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes expectantly.
"I love you, too, Tiffy," I replied. I raised a hand up to stroke her hair, which was wet with sweat, and falling into her eyes.
"Can I stay here with you?" she asked. Her pouty lips and pleading eyes caused urged my cock into life again.
"That's the arrangement," I said.
"No," she said, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. "Can I stay here longer than a month?"
I smiled at her, and kissed her again. "How long do you want to stay?" I asked.
"Forever," she said. She put her arms around me again.
You wouldn't believe how ecstatic Aunt Elly was, when, upon her return, she was greeted by the sight of a calm and happy Tiffany planting spring mums out in my flower garden.
"Jake" she cried, as I came out to greet her. "How did you do it?"
"I didn't," I said, honestly. "She found something she needed here, I guess." Damn right, she did, I thought to myself.
"Oh," Aunt Elly said, locking me in an embrace. "Thank you so much. It looks like it's done her a lot of good. I almost wish she could stay here longer."
I smiled. "That's not a bad idea, Auntie." I whistled and waved for Tiffany to come in out of the sun for a few minutes, and say hello to her mother. She waved back and started bounding up the path toward the house. "Come on inside," I said, putting my arm around my aunt. "We've got a proposition for you."
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