Note: All characters listed below are at least 18 years of age.
Continuing on (I know, but I told you guys. There's a lot to catch up on.); so, Becks was on her way back to her apartment on campus, which is closer to our house. She decided to stop by for a surprise visit, knowing that my mom would never turn her away from staying over. Obviously, Becks wasn't expecting to see both Mom and me nude and dancing in the kitchen while making dinner, but we got over it. Thankfully!
She had planned to stay a few days, which was cool, because Mom only had New Years Day off, so it'd be just the two of us for a couple days, for the most part, before having to return to campus. Becks had taken a part time job, house-sitting a few of the faculty members' homes while they were away on vacation during winter break.
It all seemed like it would work out well for her. Make a few bucks, some alone time in her apartment while her roommates were all back home, less of a chance of her mom driving her up a wall, and she'd be there day one of spring semester. Plus, I'm sure she'd even plan to swing back up to visit a few more times before school begins.
But, anyway, we all spent New Years Day just hanging out. We played a couple board games, watched a movie, and it was nice to see Becks getting used to doing all of this in the nude with us. She had a few moments where she was caught staring, but she seemed to be coming to terms with it all.
That night, after Mom went to bed, she snuck into my room for ghost stories. "Don't worry, I closed my door just in case I pass out on you again." Becks chuckled.
Honestly, I'm glad that she knew Mom well enough to know that she typically doesn't bother us in the mornings if we don't have school and to leave our doors closed when we close them.
I smiled at her and lifted the covers, letting her slide right in. I enjoyed this blast from the past, especially now that we were doing it au natural. Feeling her skin against mine was familiar, but still a unique experience compared to Mom. She set the book on her lap and began flipping through the pages. I left the lamp on this time. The flashlight she brought was
way
too bright. She didn't object.
When it was my turn, I found the story I thought would be good and set the book just to the left of me, my hand on top to keep it upright. The light was enough for me to read clearly, too. To my surprise, Becks got even closer to me. Sliding her leg over mine, her knee dangerously close to my boys, and her hand and chin resting on my chest. I rolled with it and wrapped my right arm around her, my hand on her side.
With her laying on me, it was much more fun getting a jump-scare out of her, though her leg definitely made contact with my dick...and I could not get that thought out of my head. In no time at all, I was tenting the covers. Trying not to blush, I continued on with the story after she gave me a playful smack for successfully scaring her. I read on, but my cock barely wilted. There's no way she hadn't noticed, but I hoped.
Her turn again, she just had me prop the book on my stomach, "I'm quite comfy at the moment, so just set it somewhere where I can still read." she had said. Relief washed over me, as I now had something to block my ever long hardon. Just when I thought I was in the clear though, she adjusted a bit without telling me, and my thumb grazed the side of her boob.
I froze, my cock stiffened once again... but, luckily, she ignored the boob contact and started her story. Her story seemed to start out pretty good, but my focus wasn't all there. Trying to move on from the fact that I just felt my cousin up, as well as the tent pole throbbing just inches from her leg, it was proving difficult, to say the least. I was hoping against hope that she doesn't mention any of it anytime soon.
Another hour passed, and we mainly stayed in our position. I kept in mind that I was still hard, so I adjusted the book on my stomach very little so both of us could still read. Soon, we both yawned and silently agreed to turn in. She didn't make a move as if she was planning on leaving, though. I looked at her and she was already adjusting her head on my chest, answering the question if she was sleeping in my bed that night.
I smiled and turned off the light. Minor adjustments were made, and we fell asleep together. Sleeping with Becks was kind of cool. It brought back memories of when we were kids, cuddling together in our PJs. Now that we were older, and less clothed, it still made me feel just as warm and cozy. Not as cozy as it would be with Mom, but I'm not complaining.
...
I woke up hearing a couple creaks from the stairway. Becks was still zonked out, laying on me unphased. Well, I'm glad Mom stayed consistent, despite her nosy ways sometimes. I don't think anything bad would have happened if she did come in and find Becks and me sleeping together, but I definitely didn't want to find out what she would do, say, or even think if she had busted us. I stayed half-awake for some time, until I heard Mom heading out the front door and locking it behind her.
Knowing we were safe and sound, I dozed off, pulling Becks close as I fell back asleep.
...
The bright, morning sun shone through my window, waking me up. Becks felt me stir awake and followed suit, both of us rubbed the sleep from our eyes.
"Mmm, good morning," she says before yawning. She then looked at me with a big, sleepy smile, "Fuck dude. I haven't slept that hard in like a long ass time."
"Yeah, I've noticed that sleeping nude helps with that, a lot actually." I said, still getting the crust out of my eyes.
"Yeah, and the company is...ok, I guess." She teased, laughing a bit as I feigned offense. "Alright, I gotta pee!" She sprang up and out from under the covers so fast that she nearly exposed my morning wood. Quickly padding across my room, she was out the door and headed down the hall.
'Close call.' I thought. I got up and decided to piss downstairs, hopefully beating her so she doesn't see me at full mast. Luckily the bathroom door was still closed as I walked by.
After I pissed, I half thought about jerking it, since I was still pretty hard, and my hand was feeling good at that moment. But I decided against it, and just chose to ignore him, making my way to the kitchen after washing my hands.
Becks came down just as I picked up the note from Mom:
Kids,
Yesterday's hashbrowns and bacon for breakfast. Eggs are still good if you want. Otherwise, cereal's in the pantry. Leftovers for lunch. See you both tonight!
XOXOXO Mom/Aunty Alice
"How do you like your eggs?" Becks asked after sneaking up behind me, reading the note over my shoulder.
"Oh, I can make 'em, Becks. Don't worry about it."
