So comfy.
So comfy that Candi Palmer had drifted off to sleep the night before on her sectional sofa.
Wore out after her first full five days as a Masseuse. Even though her sexual appetite had been curbed in many cases, still her actions led to many a satisfied client. Her new job drained her emotions. That, and worrying about her next door neighbor, Hush. True name unknown.
All week long she stressed over the girls lack of appearances. Ever since Candi found Hush bound and suspended from a tree limb by thick ropes, she fret for her safety. Even though the girl seemed content. So content that she refused Candi's help in escaping her bonds. The whole ordeal made Candi a wreck inside.
Add that to the sudden honesty of Candi's husband and Master. Her employer Mark's girlfriend Lisa catching she and friend Rodney having sex in the cinema. Knowing that tomorrow she would face her Father for the first time since her striptease in St. Louis. More than a striptease in truth, essentially a gangbang.
So much weighed heavily on her mind that a worthy slumber caught her off guard.
Her sofa did the trick.
The night before this rest, she had come downstairs after a warm bath and stretched out in the nude to type a note to her stripper friend, Kody. That was at 7 P.M. By 7:15 she had dozed off beneath the coolness of a ceiling fan. The summer heat had mixed the breeze into a comfort zone. Light's out.
10:00 A.M.
Candi stirred to the insistent rapping of knuckles on her front door. At first she ignored it, but the unwilling alarm clock never went away. As her eyes fluttered open and strained against the sun she forced herself to sit up. Squinting from an angle she tried to see who it was at her door. She had left the front door opened wide so the screen door was the only barrier.
Luckily for her the angle kept her from being seen. She finally stood up and went to her picture window on tiptoes. Outside on the street she noted a car she didn't recognize. Confused, she finally belts out, "Who is it?"
Then came a gruff chuckle, "It's your Uncle Walter, Kitten. Open up."
Her eyes bulged. This was her first contact with her Uncle since he watched her in St. Louis. Unknowing at first that it was his niece. Worse still, that he felt her mouth around his dick, and watched in length as she was fucked by many. Far worse, yet, he observed her sucking off her own Father against his knowledge. She wanted to die inside.
"Hold on Walter. Be right there."
In a panic she looked around her to find absolutely nothing to cover up with. Then, she remembered that she had left her hip length silk robe dangling from the doorknob to her basement, planning to wash it with the basket she had carried downstairs the night before.
All she had to do was get Walter to turn around and give her enough time to scurry into the kitchen.
"Hey, Walter? Can you check my mailbox there by the steps for me?"
Hesitantly, she see's him turn away and open the mailbox resting on a concrete ledge connected to her stairs. Seizing the moment she darts into the kitchen and snatches up the robe. Tying the sash she then boldly moved toward her screen door.
Walter was being nosey with her mail. As he looked up he spotted her coming to the door.
"How's my favorite Stranger?" She tried to appear chipper.
As she unlocked the tiny hook holding the door shut he met her with, "Here to offer you a ride to your Dad's for the weekend. I'm good."
She greets him with open arms that he graciously accepted holding her tightly against his chest. He noted behind her that their reflection shown brightly in the glass of her Grandfather Clock. Wincing slyly he rubs her back brusquely trying to see if her robe could be raised in back. Indeed, her butt cheeks appeared in all of their glory.
Eyes flaring, Candi realized what he was doing.
"Walter! I'm your only niece. Why would you be a pervert like that?"
He released her as she claims her mail and sets it aside on a table lining her staircase.
"We both know that subject has zero meaning these days, Kitten. Don't panic, your secrets still safe. Your Dad hasn't put two and two together."
She folds her arms over her chest knowing that her nipples were bold and brilliant beneath the thin silky material. Still, Walter eyed her cleavage.
"My have you grown up."
Fidgeting slightly she couldn't help by smirk, "I was honestly hoping that you might have talked yourself out of knowing it was me. Thank you for keeping my secret. I still don't know how Daddy couldn't have known it was me."
"Hell, I almost didn't. Until that cat mask came off and you looked straight at me. You've changed a lot in the last few years. Does Damian know what you've been up to?"
Her eyebrows raise in sequence, "Yes! He instructed that I do that at Pony's. I obeyed. And, before you ask, we lead a different lifestyle than most young couples. Damian is my Master. I'm his slave. And, I absolutely love and adore Damian. This life is my decision. His suggestion."
Walter stares at her without expression, "He instructed you to blow me and your Dad?"
Shaking her head with a frown she rolls her eyes, "Of course not. I had no idea you guys would even be there. I only did what I had to, to keep from being obvious that you might know me. Even incognito. I hope you don't hate me Walter."
His nostrils flare, "Hate you? Never! If we're talking secrets here I guess I might as well admit a few of my own. No worse than you sucking me off."
She turns and goes into her living room and sits down curling her feet up under her. She then motions him to sit down across from her. He followed her in and took his seat.
"I'm listening." She urges him to finish his thought.
"Kitten, you were always a looker. Even growing up you were hard to take my eyes off of. Obviously, you dressed a lot differently back then but I still noticed your curves. Now, don't hate me."
She blushes, "I could never hate you. Don't you feel wrong about thinking of me when I was under age?"
"Sometimes. But, it was only thoughts. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
He grits his teeth, "Confession time. All those times I stayed over with you while Phil and your Mom went on vacations? I used to sneak in and watch you shower through the steamed up glass door. I even crept into your room once while you were asleep. Jerked off at the foot of your bed."
Stunned by his revelations she drops her jaw, "Wow! I'm not sure how to feel about that. It is the past but I guess we both see each other in a new light. I'm not offended. How could I be after what I did."
"Somehow, I knew you would be okay hearing that." He sighed heavily.
"I don't have much choice. Do I?" She pouts.
He nods, "Look! I'm not here expecting anything. You're still my Kitten deep down. However, I'm here for more than just your ride to Phil's. I need to warn you about something."
Her attention focused she waves him on.
"Your Dad is facing bankruptcy. That guy that was with us in St. Louis? He knows who you are. I never said a word before you think that. He saw a picture of you on Phil's fireplace mantle. Recognized you instantly. He saw you close up if you remember and immediately knew. He confronted me and told me that he wanted you to strip for him again. The guy's a freak. He wants this to happen while you're at your Dad's tonight."
Her hand covers her mouth. The shock made her sick.
