I woke to the sound of several things going on all at once. Even before my eyes completely opened I could hear the sound of the rain beating against the windows. It was constant, not as bad a downpour as I'd heard before, but certainly continuous. But it was again a reminder of the severe storm heading our way. Secondly, as my eyes did open, I could also hear the sound of the shower telling me in an instant that Cynthia was already up and getting ready to head into the city. Something I still didn't agree with, especially with the approach of the oncoming storm, though Hurricane Kate wasn't supposed to affect us directly. The other was the sudden movement on the bed as I felt another presence bouncing on it, further attempting to wake me. Though to be honest, it was then the smell of freshly brewed coffee that garnered my attention.
"About time you woke up," Joy said sitting on the edge of the bed, bouncing up and down on it. I rolled over looking at her. Naturally she was naked. But I sat up, reaching for the coffee sitting next to me on the nightstand trying to ignore the obvious. Joy appeared to be in an exceptional mood, even with the storm brewing outside, which reminded me...I'd be cooped up in the house with her all day. Not necessarily a good thing from my point of view. Not with everything that had been happening anyway. Not to mention a promise I'd made, that I was even then wondering how the hell I'd ever be able to keep it knowing Joy.
The shower had stopped, as had the bouncing on my bed as Joy finally stood up again. "Breakfast is almost ready," she then added heading towards the door. "Tell mom to hurry up," she stood by the door, looking at me, her smile already too mischievous for this time of day. Her hard stiff, crinkled nipples already winking at me as she stood there, and then of course that knowing...almost dangerous smile as she tossed her head back, laughed, and then disappeared from view. I could hear her chuckling to herself all the way downstairs.
"Morning," Cynthia said coming into the room. She too was naked, though she stood with a towel wrapped around her head as she crossed over to her dresser, opening it and then rummaging through it briefly for a pair of panties and a bra. "Did I hear Joy?"
"Yeah...she was just here, said breakfast was almost ready." I sat my coffee down back on the nightstand, rolled out of bed placing my feet on the floor and stood up. I needed to pee. And I had quite naturally my early morning piss-hard. The moment I did that, Cynthia smiled turning towards me again, reaching out as I passed, latching onto it. "What?"
"Let me," she said leading me into the bathroom where I soon stood over the toilet, Cynthia now aiming me towards it. "Always loved doing this," she said.
I might have been getting a little more used to the wild crazy things that had been going on around here, but there was still something about trying to take a pee with someone watching over you while you did, not to mention actually holding onto it while you tried. Needless to say it was still a bit of a struggle even though I had to go pretty badly.
"Don't tell me you're still pee-shy!" Cynthia giggled. I think I grunted, and then finally began to pee, the pressure just enough that I was able to overcome my own stupid shyness. The two of us now looking down in the toilet bowl as Cynthia quickly adjusted her aim so as not to inadvertently spray me all over the floor, or our feet.
"It's getting worse outside," I said though any hope I had of actually changing her mind was fruitless as I stood there pissing, listening to the sound of my hard stream as it hit the water in the bowl.
"I'll be careful, another reason why I'm leaving so early, want to have plenty of time in getting there. And I promise to call you once I get there, or if anything happens along the way. Don't be worried, I'll be fine. I've driven in worse weather than this!"
"Maybe so Cyn," I said affectionately abbreviating her name, liking the pet name I had given her during the night...though saying it more like "Sin" with the obvious connotation behind the meaning. To me...she was. Sin incarnate, lust...desire...not to mention a conundrum of a whole bunch of things, not the least of which was being given permission to enjoy myself with Joy while she was gone...baring just one simple thing. Fucking her. "But it IS going to get worse before it gets better. It's you're getting back here before it does that worries me more."
She laughed at that, shaking my dick off, once again leading me over towards the sink where she now soaped me with a cloth, cleaning me off and then washing her hands. "The only thing you're worried about, is if Joy will convince you to fuck her. Maybe she will, maybe she won't, but I guess the three of us will find out soon enough after I've left...won't we?" She said not quite smiling this time, letting me know by the look in her eyes she'd been serious when she'd warned me about that, and when we'd spoken about it again later just before falling asleep. Cynthia was wise enough to know her daughter was too much of a temptation for almost any man. Especially one who would be cooped up with her all day. Knowing that, she'd basically given me her blessing and permission to do just about anything else with her that I wanted to...hopefully doing just enough to keep the two of us appeased, though mostly Joy, and keep me from succumbing to what we both now knew was some sort of weird twisted challenge. As friendly as Joy had become to me, I still felt like she didn't trust me one single bit. And that meant, she was bound and determined to prove to herself, and to her mother that I really was out for only one thing.
I certainly hadn't known when I'd met her just how well off she honestly was, so that had never been my intent to begin with. But I now faced a real true dilemma. I liked Cynthia a lot. And I wanted to keep seeing her. But...I was also becoming infatuated with her daughter too. And yes...I certainly wanted to fuck her, why try and deny that to myself? I couldn't. But I knew the moment I did...it would be over with, with both of them. Was it then worth it? Worth fucking Joy at least once? That was the one question I hadn't come to terms with as yet. But I was also painfully aware, left alone with her the way I would be, that temptation and question would no doubt be answered.
At least Joy had put something on when we entered the kitchen area. Though I wasn't sure what she'd put on made things any easier for me. In an odd way, she looked even sexier partially dressed than totally nude. I couldn't help wondering as we took seats around the table if she hadn't been thinking that herself. Trust me, I'm no pervert, and I've never once in my entire life entertained thoughts about young girls...I mean to say, really young girls. Sure, too young teenagers might cause a man to wonder about them briefly. Especially the ones who look legal, and who aren't which most of the time you don't find out about until it's too late. At least I'd never run into that problem personally myself. The fact was however, Joy had purposely made herself appear younger than she was, going in the opposite direction, and it honestly unnerved me just a little.
She had now put her hair up into these really short pigtails for one thing. The other was, she was wearing a very frilly, almost too sweet little nightgown that had ruffled matching panties. Not anything I'd have ever expected to see her wearing, and yet she was. Even her mother commented on her somewhat unusual attire. The short sheer top she was wearing had just enough ruffles crossing over the front of it to hide her breasts. Though barely. Even with the ruffles, I could see hints of her dark pink, almost red nipples peeking out at me. Once again, giving herself an alluring, sexy, and yes...wickedly wrong look about her that gave me the shivers.
"I'm behind on laundry," she offered up as a reason. "I didn't really have anything else comfortable enough to wear at the moment...so thought after breakfast was over, I'd at least get a load of wash going. No telling how long we'll have power before it goes out again anyway."
The power had come on again sometime during the night, the light still blinking on and off on the microwave as well as the coffee maker, alerting us to the fact they'd both need to be reset. But at least we could turn on the TV again, which I did in order to catch the latest weather updates as Cynthia polished off her coffee, grabbing another in preparation for heading out the door.
"Ok, I'll call you as soon as I get into the city. I'll try and cut the meeting as short as I possibly can, and then head home again," she promised.
"Just...drive safe," I said looking at her, giving her a brief though lingering kiss on the mouth before she turned and headed outside into what was quickly becoming gale force winds.
Joy was standing at the front bay window, which was still protected by the much heavier reinforced Plexiglas, which made it difficult to clearly see everything with the rain and all. But...she stood there watching as her mother pulled out of the circular enclosure and began slowly making her way down the drive. Only then did she turn towards me with that smile on her face.
"So...you like my 'naughty little girl' outfit?" She asked.
