Howard looked at the caller ID of his ringing phone and rolled his eyes. "Now what?" he muttered. "Hey, Dad, what's up? Oh man, is he okay? Yeah? That's good." Bernadette's ears perked up at the possibility of something being wrong. "What?! Seriously? Why can't you? So? Get on a plane and come out here! What about Aunt Gertrude? So? Even better! The nurses in her nursing home can take care of both of them! Oh, come on! Fine. Fine. I said fine! Good bye!"
Bernadette's eyes were wide. "What it is? Is everything okay?"
Howard shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess. Uncle Mark fell off a ladder and hurt himself. He's in the hospital."
Bernadette's hands flew to her face. "Oh my gosh! Is he going to be okay?"
"Yeah, he's going to be fine. But they don't want him to be by himself. So Dad asked if we could take care of him for a couple of days since we're the only family he has out here."
Her tone changed. "He's coming here? We're going to take care of him for a couple of days? But you're leaving for a conference tomorrow. There's no 'we'. You want
me
to take care of him? Is that right?"
Howard looked at her with doe eyes. "Well, yeah. C'mon, it's just for a couple of days. I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"Did you at least get the shower in the spare bathroom fixed?" she asked sternly.
"Oh! Uh, yeah, sure! Yup, sure did!" He lied.
A few hours later, Howard helped me into his house. I was considerably younger than my siblings. Supposedly I was an "oops" baby. I was a contractor who'd done fairly well for himself and a confirmed bachelor. About the only time I spent any time with Howard and Bernadette was on the rare occasion that his dad, my brother, was in town. But I'd spent enough time with them to know that Bernadette had some great curves that I'd like to get to know better.
"Hi, Uncle Mark, how are you feeling?" Bernadette asked with genuine concern.
"Hi, Bernadette. I'm much better now that I see you," I said with a sly grin.
Bernadette waved a dismissive hand at me. "Ohhhh, you smooth talker! I see where Howie gets it."
Howard helped me up the stairs of his house that looked like it was in a time warp stuck in 1950 and got me settled in the spare bedroom.
The following morning, Howard left for conference that was going to keep him out of town for a few days. Bernadette didn't relish the thought of taking care of this almost stranger in her house. But her Catholic upbringing and kind heart told her that she should make the best of it. After all, I was family.
Later that morning, she gently knocked on my door and poked her head in. Once she realized I was awake, she asked, "How are you feeling, Uncle Mark?"
"Oh, kind of like I fell off a ladder," I said with a chuckle.
Bernadette laughed. "Ha ha! Yeah, I s'pose you do. I brought you some lunch and a pain pill in case you wanted it. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Thank you, Bernadette. You're as kind as you are beautiful," I said with a smile. I paused. "Umm, well, actually, there is something you could do for me. I hate to even ask it, but you'd be doing me a real solid. Probably both of us," I chuckled.
"Sure! What is it?"
"Well, I haven't been able to shower for a couple of days. I'm probably getting a little ripe." We both laughed at the comment. "Would it be too much to ask for, you know, a sponge bath or something?"
The request took her by surprise. "Oh! Ummm, yeah, sure, I guess I can do that. Tell you what. Why don't you eat your lunch and I'll come back up later. Make sure you eat before you take that pill!"
"Yes, ma'am," I said smiling. "Thank you, Bernadette. I appreciate it."
Things just got interesting
I thought to myself.
A little later, Bernadette gently knocked on the door again and poked her head in. I was still in my bed.
Awwww, look at him, out like a light!
she thought to herself.
He actually looks cute like that, almost innocent
. She knew what a dog I was. But she couldn't help but like me. She could see why a woman would fall for my looks and charm.
I'll go ahead and give him a quick bath while he sleeps. That way it won't be so weird, him watching me wash him and all.
I wasn't asleep at all. I could feel her walking towards me.
She slowly peeled the covers back, revealing my upper torso. "My my, he certainly stays in good shape. Well, for a man his age," she whispered to herself. She lightly brushed her hand across my toned chest and abs. "Really good shape," she noted.
The warm water combined with the soft sponge and her gentle tough rolling across my upper torso felt good. I wondered what it would be like to be able to return the favor and run my hands across her naked body.
She stood up and surveyed the situation. "Well, I guess I should do his legs, too." She grabbed the linen and slowly pulled them back. Then she gasped. Like a spring loaded pole, my 9 inches of man meat sprang straight up. "Sweet Jesus!" she exclaimed, then covered her mouth, hoping she hadn't woken me up. It was all I could do to hold back a laugh at her reaction.
It's fucking huge!
she thought to herself. I was easily twice as large as her beloved Howie.
Why couldn't he have inherited that?!
She immediately got moist between her legs. She took a deep breath. "You can do this. You can do this."
She got back to the business of bathing me. She ran the sponge down my legs and across my feet. She took great care sponging the insides of my thighs. She stared at the only accessible area she hadn't cleaned yet.
She considered the situation.
Should I? Should I wash his, you know, thing?
she thought to herself.
If I'm going to do this right, I have to. Yes, I have to. Okay, here it goes.
I was actually kind of surprised she went ahead with it. The first touch of the sponge to my rock hard cock startled me. I did my best to remain still. She grabbed the base and slowly ran the sponge around it.
Jesus! My hand barely fits around it!
It almost felt like she had a moist sponge between her legs. She pulled the sponge away.
I need to get this part really clean!
She began to slowly pump the beast with her soft, tiny hand. I couldn't believe it! This innocent little Catholic girl was giving me a hand job! It was under the guise of bathing me, but a hand job nonetheless.
It wasn't long before my body began to react to her attention. She quickly felt the veins begin to throb in her hand. The purple tip became shiny and slick.
Oh shit! He's about to cum! her mind screamed. If he cums, it'll make a huge mess! He'll know I...I...I did something! Shit! What do I do?! What do I...oh my God! Should I? There's no other way!
I gasped when she took me into her hot, wet mouth. Her head bobbed on the top 3 inches while her hand stroked the shaft. Her other hand, still wet with warm, soapy water, began to fondle my ball sack. An explosion of thick, salty cum filled her mouth. She continued to stroke and suck my throbbing tool.
So much cum!
she thought.
The squirting inside her mouth finally slowed. She pulled away and admired her work. She swiped a finger across her lips and slipped a few stray droplets between her lips.
Mmmmmm! I need to find out what his diet is and have Howie switch to it! His cum is delicious!
She noticed a few streaks of white running down my shaft. In a flash her tongue was sliding up and down and all around my fleshy pole until she had licked it clean.
The gravity of the situation struck her when she sat up straight. She brought her hand to her mouth and gasped. "What have I done?!" She took a deep breath. "I was giving him a bath. That's all. I didn't just give him...a...hand job. I certainly didn't...give him...a...blow job. No! I was giving him a bath. That's all. I was giving him a thorough bath. That's it."
She quickly stood up and nervously pulled the covers back over my supposedly still sleeping body and twitching tool. She paused to make sure everything looked as it should. Then turned and raced out of the room.
I grinned a satisfied grin and opened my eyes just in time to see my bedroom door close. I heard the master bedroom door close, quickly followed by the sound of the shower on the other side of the paper thin wall being turned on. I climbed out of my bed, tip toed down the hall, and held my ear to the bedroom door. Nothing. I slowly cracked the door open and peaked in. The room was empty. I could hear the shower running through the partially closed bathroom door across the room. I slipped through door and slid across the room.
Bernadette allowed the warm water rush across her body.
What just happened? What did I just do?!
she thought to herself. She couldn't get the image of my stiffness out of her mind.
It's so fucking big! I wonder what it feels like to be fucked by it? Wait! I can't think that way! But his cum! It was so thick and delicious
! She pulled the shower head out of its clip and lowered it. She aimed the pulsing jet at her aching slit. A loud moan escaped her at the first splash against her hot body.
I could see the profile of her curves in the mirror through the frosted glass of the shower when I peaked in. I smiled at her moans.
Her eyes were closed. She braced herself against the cold tile wall. "Oh fuck! Yes! Oh yes! Please, Mark! Fuck me with that fat cock! Oh yeah! Fuck me just like that!" she moaned.
I felt an evil smile cross my face.
Oh yeah! I'm definitely fucking that!
I thought and slipped back to my own bed.
Later on that day, she brought me dinner in my bed just as she had at lunch. She tried hard not to stare at the large tent that was pitched in the middle of the bed.
"So, um, uh, how are you, uh, feeling, Uncle Mark?" she asked nervously.
"I'm feeling better thanks to your kind hospitality and beautiful smile," I said smoothly.
She giggled. "You're such a sweet talker! Good, I'm glad you're feeling better."
"I think I might be able to go home in a day or two."
"Oh! There's no need to rush off!" We both noticed the anxiousness in her voice. She cleared her throat. "(ahem) I mean, you know, you're welcome to stay as long as you feel like you need to."
