Four years ago, after a couple of affairs, my wife of twenty years moved out for good, all the way to the other coast. Even her only sister, JoAnn, hasn't heard from her.
But I've heard from JoAnn. Last week, with her wayward eighteen-year-old daughter in tow, she showed up on the doorstep of my quiet two-story home. Our families had always been close. Over the years, it was sad to watch JoAnn get drunk and complicate her life. Her husband divorced her six years ago and moved away. This time she had really messed up. In just a few days, she had to start serving a two-year sentence for her third DUI. In tears, she was asking me to let her daughter live with me.
That brings us to Janie. Now eighteen, she has been rebellious for all her teen years - nothing too wild, just pot, some beer, staying out past curfew, revealing clothing, blue hair, stuff like that. I'm older than her dad but she has always had a crush on me. I've been her strength. She came to me with her big problems like when her mom didn't come home, when her parents got divorced, when she was held back a grade and, then last month, when she did not meet high school graduation requirements. She liked to act tough and shock people. Her mom, her teachers and the parents of her friends all fell for the act. With me she was a little vulnerable doll who needed someone to count on, someone who was always there for her. Of course, I said she could stay.
This was what Janie needed. In only three weeks she matured a lot. She respects my work time, we share the cooking and she is respectful in telling me when she will be home, so I don't wait up or plan something. To my great delight, she has decided to continue school and get her diploma. After all, how would it look, the college professor with a dropout living in his house.
However, I was having a problem with her. Each evening, Janie would reach into the hamper, pull out the dress shirt that I had worn that day, put it on over just her panties and come watch TV with me for a while before bed. The rough cotton would make her nipples stand proud. Her long legs and bare feet would squirm around trying to get comfortable on the cold leather couch. Occasionally, the shirt would ride up and I'd glimpse her puffy little camel-toe. My wife always said I was oversexed. It had been a long time and masturbation wasn't helping with a pretty little vixen around.
"Janie, let's go shopping tomorrow, get you some proper clothes to sleep in and a robe. We can eat out and make a day of it."
"A day out with you sounds like fun, but I like to dress like this for bed."
"I love to have you living with me. You are a delight and brighten up my life. I was becoming a grouchy old hermit before you moved in. But remember, I'm still male and you dressing like that makes me very uncomfortable."
At first, I got an inquisitive look, but then I could see the light come on. She got up. I thought she was going to go change, but she just went into the kitchen for a snack. When she came back she offered me part of a sandwich, still flaunting her body in my shirt.
I struggled through another hour, then stood, adjusted my hardon, said, "Goodnight" and headed upstairs to my loft bedroom and bath. Janie did not try to hide what she was looking at.
The house is air-conditioned but upstairs is always hotter than the rest of the house, especially in the summer. My dick didn't want to go down even after giving up a commendable puddle of cum in the shower. That made it seem even hotter. I pushed the covers down and just lay nude on the bed trying to sleep.
Around six a.m., my bedroom was already bright because of the massive A-frame windows. I didn't really want to wake up. I turned onto my back putting my arms over my head stretching my hands between the bars of the king-sized metal bed. I heard something and opened one eye just a slit. Janie was standing at the foot of the bed, ready to flee.
It was time to tease back. I lay still for a minute. She relaxed. I opened my legs and rolled my hips. My cock was half hard, lying toward my left hip and my balls were fully exposed to her view.
I watched her through my slitted eye. I couldn't do this for long. Her eyes were memorizing every inch of me and my cock was responding. When it rose off my hip, she gasped and her right hand moved between her legs. It was too much. I stretched as if I were waking up. She scurried down the stairs.
This time I squirted into the toilet and had to wait a while to pee.
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We ate at the food court and decided to split up for a while. She hated going to Home Depot and Costco but could live in the mall. Right before we went our separate ways, I wanted to play again.
"Do you know what is not fair?"
