Disclaimer: The end of this chapter includes a non-consensual, violent encounter. I included it to add conflict, an element of reality and texture to the story, but I do not want to offend anyone. If you are offended by that, please skip this chapter and continue to Chapter 03, which has a much more positive tone. You won't miss anything major except the event of the violent encounter.
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Jenny lay her head on Joey's chest and accidentally fell asleep after swallowing his cum. He awoke early the next morning to the sound of her mother emerging from her bedroom and padding down the hall in her slippers to prepare breakfast. Oh shit. He hadn't meant to let her stay in his room all night.
"Jenny," his sister-in-law called down the hall. "Are you up yet?"
He shook Jenny's shoulder gently, but she was sound asleep. He didn't know what to do! What if her mom came back down the hall to look for Jenny in her room? She wouldn't be there! She was in his bed. She'd been in his bed all night.
He felt her soft breasts pressing against his ribs. He long, brown hair was splayed across his body, tickling his stomach and arms. He really didn't want to move from this position, but he had no choice. He pushed her a bit more roughly and said her name in a loud whisper. "Jenny!"
She groaned and rolled over, off of him. She stretched her freckled arms and almost punched him in the face. He jerked away just in time. As her eyes open and reality settled, she looked around, raised her eyebrows, looked at his alarm clock beside his bed, and then she jumped out of bed fast as lightning just in time to hear her mother call for her again.
"Joey!" she squealed quietly. "What do I do?!" She couldn't just walk out into the hall from Joey's room. Crap. She had to think fast. She glanced at the window by his bed. It opened out onto their long, wrap-around front porch. She decided to go for it.
Joey knew what she was thinking and scrambled to help her open the blinds, raise the window and push the screen aside. She stumbled out onto the porch just in time to be caught by the paper boy as he slung his delivery into the driveway. Surely he wondered why she was climbing out the window, but he didn't know whose room was whose in the house. She rushed barefoot down the driveway, scooped up the paper and rushed to the front door just in time to hear Joe unlock it from the inside.
They both started breathing again. They'd done it! Nobody suspected a thing. Her mom said, "Oh, there you are! No wonder you didn't answer me. Can you come help me in the kitchen?"
"Yes, I can!" Jenny bounded into the kitchen, almost giddy that she hadn't been caught sleeping in her uncle's room.
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They were very careful at breakfast, trying not to raise suspicion, but Joey couldn't help glancing up at Jenny during breaks in conversation. He often found her staring right back and him, and they quickly broke their gaze before anyone noticed.
Toward the end of their meal of eggs, bacon and buttered toast, Jenny reached for him under the table with her right foot. Thankfully the breakfast table wasn't very wide. She found his leg and inched her toes up his calf to his knee, then to his thigh, and finally she had her foot between his legs, softly stroking his balls with her toes. All the while she kept talking to her mom about the new fragrances about to hit the shelves at her job.
When he felt her foot begin climbing up his leg, Joey looked, with a mixture of shock and awe, across the table at Jenny. When she reached his balls and began to caress him there, he nearly choked on a bite of egg. His brother said, "You okay there?" He nodded, but he was far from alright!
He struggled to maintain his composure until she finally pulled her foot away and stalked away to the kitchen holding a stack of dirty dishes. He wanted to go and help clean up, but it was a few minutes before he was able to rise from the table because of the raging hard on pitching a tent in his shorts!
Jenny didn't have to work that day. It seemed instead that she chose to spend the day torturing Joey. She wore extremely short shorts and a tank top that hung low in front. She spent the morning cleaning the house, and he tried to help her. They vacuumed and dusted, washed windows and mirrors, and straightened all around the house.
She even dusted the tops of the curtains, much to his chagrin. Her mom had no where to be that day and padded around the house helping here and there before settling down to read a book in the living room. It was there, while Joey was shining the wooden coffee table, that Jenny chose to pull a step-ladder over to the curtains and commence dusting the ruffled valance. As she stretched to reach the top, her shorts rode up on her ass, and he could see the round line beneath each of her beautiful, plump ass cheeks peeking from beneath the hem.
Of course his sister-in-law chose that moment to look up and ask him a question. It was something trivial about a word in the book she was reading. He forced himself to look at her and away from her daughter. He held his dust rag in front of his crotch, hoping to hide his unfortunate state. This was absolute torture!
When Jenny started fluffing couch cushions, bending over right in front of him with her ass almost grazing his erection, it was more than he could take. He leaned forward and whispered, "Can I see you in the kitchen please?"
He didn't know if he was more frustrated or horny, but something had to give. As soon as they were out of eyesight and earshot, he grabbed her and shoved her back against the counter. He kissed her hard and hungrily, shoving his tongue past her teeth. Her breathing became shallow and she stood on her toes to meet him with passion. Suddenly he jerked away from her. "Okay, you have to stop. It's not as hard for you as it is for me. I'm in there with your mom with my dick as hard as a rock, pitching a tent in my pants. I want to earn my keep, but I can't earn it with your mom watching you rub your ass on my erection. How about I start in here and you finish in there? Or you could... you know... wear clothes!"
Jenny giggled. She'd been teasing him on purpose, but she hadn't really thought about the repercussions. "You're right, Joey. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm kind of mortified about last night but also scared it won't ever happen again..." The way she ended her sentence sounded more like a question than a statement.
"Do you want it to happen again?" Joey questioned her, looking directly into her eyes. She felt like he could see her soul, like he could tell what she was thinking before she said a word.
He couldn't. He hoped she said what he wanted to hear, but he was afraid she would at the same time because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that what happened last night... he should never LET it happen again.
"Joey... I want much more than that... to happen again." She blushed redder than he'd ever seen her blush in his life. She lowered her head and wouldn't meet his eyes again.
