All present in sexual scenarios are over the age of 18 years old.
Thank you for your compliments and encouragement. It's been really fun to role play what Brandon and Kira will do next! \m/
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Brandon quickly left the room before he could blow it; literally and metaphorically.
Did I just fondle the babysitter into an orgasm?!
He asked himself.
He cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted to go back and finish what he'd started, but he was afraid he'd blow his load before he even got inside her juicy pussy. Instead, he walked down the hall to one of the en suite bathrooms and threw water onto his face.
Time to snap out of it buddy!
Brandon coached himself. Maybe if he got down to work, he could get his mind off of Kira.
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Stunned, Kira stood immobile in the empty room; her shorts lay crumpled on one of the beds where Brandon had thrown them; her heart raced.
Did I just squirt?! Did I let my boss put his fingers inside me? His tongue?! Oh my god, he's married! What about Holly?!
These thoughts shouted at her in alarm, but the orgasm Brandon had given her left her feeling languid and unconcerned.
It had felt SO good! His lips on her skin had tingled down to her core as if he knew what she needed most.
After a moment, she shook herself loose from her daze and reached for her shorts, looking around for her panties. They weren't with her shorts; or under the bed; or on top of the bunk. They weren't on, in, or under the other bunk bed either. Kira practically tore apart and remade all of the beds before giving up.
Brandon had taken her panties when he left. She was going to have to face him eventually, but now she would have to do it knowing that he had her panties. How was she going to look him in the eyes?
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[Two Hours Later]
Sweat streamed down his neck and chest as Brandon pushed through the back door to get a drink of water. Still accessorized with work gloves and earbuds, he'd spent the last two hours fighting with the bushes out front. With pruning shears and a boatload of patience, he'd cleared the front walk and some of the largest of the vines from the porch. The house wouldn't make Architectural Digest, but they wouldn't get eaten by the undergrowth when they tried to enjoy the sunset later either.
Entering the mudroom first, Brandon heard voices in the kitchen beyond and smiled.
Ah, Kira!
He thought as he nudged the bulge her panties made in his pocket next to his iPhone.
"Holly, wasn't the point of this adventure to take a vacation? Why am I doing hard labor here?" He asked as he pushed through a swinging door with a good-old-boy grin.
Holly rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated huff. She was long past thinking that his jokes were funny.
Kira, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to bolt. She was sitting next to Holly at the long kitchen counter, a barely touched sandwich in front of her.
"Seriously though," Brandon persisted, "why are we doing so much work on this house if we are paying to rent it? Shouldn't general yard work be included in the cost? Or is it BYO mower?" Hooray for dad jokes.
"I already told you," Holly started, as she rose from the counter, clearing her empty lunch plate into the kitchen sink. "I rented this house from Jocelyn at work. Her family used to come here all of the time before her dad died. Now that he's gone, no one's comes here. She gave me a deal on the rental if we promised to pick up after ourselves and help take care of the more urgent repairs."
"Well, even my tongue is tired from all this hard work," he goaded, watching Kira blush out of the corner of his eye.
"Whatever," Holly huffed again. "You can work on fixing the front step after you have some lunch."
"Of course, honey," Brandon replied, casually surveying the counters. "There are so many good things to eat in here," he commented, barely catching eyes with Kira, enjoying her discomfort.
"Kira made me the most amazing panini!" Gushed Holly. "Maybe if you are good to her, she'll make you one too."
Thanks for the set-up, babe!
He thought to himself. Aloud he said, "I can be so good to Kira!"
Holly rolled her eyes and walked out. "I'll be sorting through the games and sports equipment in the sunroom."
Brandon and Kira both followed her with their eyes. Brandon's snapping onto Kira with a smoldering intensity as soon as Holly was through the door. Kira's eyes snapped to her sandwich, trying to pretend like he wasn't there.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed about earlier—she just didn't know how to act around him now. She wasn't sure what he wanted from her. Or worse, what she wanted from him.
"So what do you say, Kira?" He asked. "Will you be good to me?"
She froze, unsure of how to respond, surprised at how soon he pushed her. He looked expectantly at her with a big, amiable smile.
His grin started to fall, "You're going to make me a yummy sandwich, right?"
Relieved, Kira slid off her stool. "Of course," she squeaked, heading for the stove.
He smiled warmly and genuinely back at her. "I'll start putting away supplies and groceries while you work," he offered.
They worked silently together; her pulling together the fixings for his sandwich; him unpacking boxes, opening, and closing cupboards and drawers. Brandon had just taken the bulk package of paper towels out to mud room and stopped short when he reentered the kitchen.
Kira stood on tip-toe, on a step-stool next to the range. Her nose in the cupboard, she didn't notice how transfixed he was by her short shorts. She didn't see the gleam in his eye when he suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing panties; she didn't see his nostrils flare in appreciation when he caught the shadowed outline of her pussy lips under the rolled cuffs of her cut-offs.
Hands in his pockets, Brandon crept up behind her until he stood at the base of the stool.
