When my husband Max and I decided to allow his best friend's 20 year old daughter Caitlyn to live with us, things changed dramatically. Being a childless couple, one might imagine the impact a 20 year old would have on our household to be disruptive. She arrived with tons of luggage and a lot of baggage! She was a very hot young girl and my husband was not immune to the eye candy living under our roof. This did not, as one might expect, present a problem for me. I thoroughly enjoyed and encouraged the pair's growing relationship.
One of the rules imposed on her was that she was to begin working or going to school within one month of the move. This proved to present something of a challenge within weeks of her move and offered Max his first opportunity to instill some discipline into Caity's life.
As the three of us gathered in Max's office to discuss her behavior on the first night of the fifth week of Caitlyn's stay, we were prepared for attitude. What took place was far worse than expected and necessitated her first disciplinary session.
"Caitlyn," said Max, "it's been more than four weeks since your arrival. I notice you've worked on a marvelous tan, but you haven't begun to look for a job nor registered for any courses at the college."
Max taught at a local university and could get a steep family discount since Caity now lived with us. We assumed that she would jump at the opportunity to sign up for a few courses to help her ease in to the new area. No such luck! She could have, at the very least, taken a job working at our gym. Caitlyn was not a stupid girl and had the potential to achieve great things in life, with a little motivation. It is that motivation that is seriously lacking due to her parents permissive style of child rearing.
When Max spoke of her tan, my mind drifted back to a sight that will forever stay burned in my memory. I arrived home from work on the first Friday of Caity's "reign" to hear music coming from our backyard. Max was not working in his office and I was a bit surprised as this is where I generally find him when I come home on summer days. Through the large bay window in our backyard, I noticed movement. Upon glancing out the window, I was surprised to see my darling husband and Caity standing by the pool.
Max was actually wearing a swimsuit, which also surprised me as he rarely goes in the pool. To say Caity was wearing a swimsuit would be greatly exaggerating as she wore two thin strips of very hot pink shiny material which were not doing a very good job of covering her ample tattas or her pussy lips.
I noticed Max motioned for Caitlyn to lay on one of our overstuffed chaise lounges. I stood, transfixed, as Max rubbed suntan oil all over her tight young body. It was truly more of a massage than a mere application of oil for tanning purposes.
Max looked like he was in a daze as he rubbed the oil onto this young girl's back. Due to the tight fit of his swimsuit, he couldn't hide the fact that his cock was swelling with each brush of his hand over her body. In fact, I noticed that his cock was remarkably hard. As I watched, Max liberally rubbed the oil into her tender young skin using tiny circular motions.
Each time he rubbed the top of her back, he reached under her to gently rub the exposed side of her breasts. I could see, even through the window, that she was enjoying the attention.
This pool-side scene was the one that greeted me most days thereafter. The pair seemed addicted to this rub down ritual. It always got my engine going because they looked so hot together. The gorgeous young blond and the well-toned distinguished gentleman were well suited for one another, or looked to be when engaged in this activity.
I was quickly brought back to the present time when I heard Caitlyn say, "Oh, were you serious about that, Uncle Max?" She was sitting on the sofa in his office wearing her shortest daisy duke shorts and a bikini top.
I sensed Max's frustration and hoped that Caitlyn would, too. He had been going easy on her for the first few weeks because we both felt the transition of moving out of her father's home could be expected to take a toll on her. She was living in a new town and we wanted to help her adjust. Despite his "rules", Max had not disciplined Caity at all. I feared that might change tonight if she didn't adjust her attitude.
In fact, the pair had spent several fun days together just exploring the area and many more just lounging by the pool in the manner described earlier. He truly wanted to show his best friend's daughter how wonderful life was in our town.
My husband, like all men, was super charged by the eye candy in the house. I didn't blame her for beginning to think that she had him wrapped around her little finger.
"Caity, you knew I was serious about your need to work or take summer classes. I've been home working on my book over the summer break. Your Aunt Vanessa has been working every single day. I've noticed that you generally sleep late, work out and then spend the afternoon by the pool. That's not really why you're here. I wanted to give you a break. The vacation is over now, sweetie," he said rather nicely.
"I'm just not ready yet, Uncle Max! I had a tough time with my step-monster and it's been so nice relaxing here with you!" I swear she batted her eyes as she said this to him!
