All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.
The cameras stayed up. People always talked about how a man's mind was clear after cumming, but it was a lie. Your brain was sterilized, dehumanized. It wasn't even an hour before Ezra wanted to see Candy's body again, and they were still on the couch together watching TV before bed, his cock rising with the memory.
Her body was a nightly treat for him, and each time he came like he was twenty. He was even able to squeeze in two orgasms when she took long showers. His mind flew. A week before he had been alone and content, his life made up of poker with friends, reading, swimming, and the occasional sex when he could get it. Having a woman in the house long term was not what he wanted. When he had finally agreed to take Candy in, he thought of how much would change. He would have less privacy and less quiet. At no time had he expected it to be like this, and his perspective on his niece staying at his house completely changed. The antipathy was replaced with a dark energy. He wondered what he could see, what he could do. What
she
would do.
He woke up Saturday morning to find her in the living room, in her childish plaid pajamas. She greeted him with a shy smile. He was in a pair of boxers and a stained gray t-shirt. Her smile was innocent, and formed dimples in her broad face. Her black eyes squinted with her honest smile. "Hey sir. How did you sleep?" The TV was on, she was watching one of those obnoxious cartoons kids were into these days.
It was still a little weird not being alone in his house, and even more so being surprised in the morning. Being stunned and off guard first thing in the morning was not something he enjoyed. He scratched his stubbly cheeks. "Umm... hey Candy. I slept ok I guess. I wasn't expecting you up so early." Her face was grumpy with him calling her that. She only corrected him when she was feeling spicy now.
"Well, I don't like the day to get away from me. Now that you're up I can fix something." Not waiting for a response, she smiled and got up, approaching him. She hugged him around his fat middle, and his arms awkwardly patted her back. Ezra
hated
hugs. However, when he felt her firm little tits pressed against him, there was nothing he could do to resist. His fading morning wood was back in force.
Su was like this, and he remembered how confounding it could be when people were this nice. The way he had been so stern with Candy so far, with most people they would be standoffish, maybe even rude. But not her. It was like having a little wife, the kind his old church expected a man to have. Not someone he would have to treat like a person, more like a maid and chef you could fuck. His dirty mind wandered to that missing part of the equation. He didn't squander this chance to look at Candy's pert, wiggling ass as she walked into the kitchen. Her bare feet flashed at the bottom of her pajama pants. Her panty line was visible outlining that ass. When was the last time he had seen a girl's ass in pajama pants like that? He had seen Julie's fat middle-aged ass, which he had quite enjoyed, but even that had been a long time. It had been college since he had seen a girl unselfconscious and casual like this. Bizarre how young she made him feel.
He turned off the bright, saccharine shit she had been watching and put it on something more palpable. Pans clinked and the sink ran in the kitchen. "What do you like to do on weekends, sir?" Candy called from the kitchen.
"Oh the usual. Play cards, read. When it gets warm out like this I go swimming." The pool in his backyard didn't get much use, even in the summer. He didn't have many guests. Again, he didn't know how to respond to Candy's charm. All he could do was answer the questions at face value.
"Do you think I could swim this weekend?" She asked.
He didn't want her to, but struggled to think of a reason why. He imagined any swimsuit she had looked like something from a hundred years ago. Those little boobs would look great wet and in a bikini, nipples hard and poking out. Had she ever even worn one? Staying quiet, he waited for her to move on from the question.
The refrigerator opened and closed. He watched TV, a serious, dark cop drama he had watched a dozen times. It wasn't long before Candly called him into the kitchen to eat like she was his mother. It was bacon and eggs, with a little bowl of cabbage covered with a red sauce. "We eat kimchi with every meal at home, sir. It's good for you." Her smile was easy. He had seen the jar in the fridge earlier in the week, and had obstinately refused to have any, though he knew he would like it. It seemed he had no choice now.
His mood was sour as he sat down. "You ok, sir?" Candy asked, she pushed a lock of black hair out of her face. It was like she was taking over. Niceness like this felt like some kind of social jiu jitsu, using the momentum of Ezra's belligerence against him.
Candy fixed her own plate and sat down. "Fine," Ezra said, and picked up a piece of bacon. It was crunchy and cooked just right. There was everything he needed here, including coffee, which Candy already knew he liked black. Hers was almost as light as her skin with cream.
She looked at him expectantly, hoping for a drop or two of praise. He was determined to deny her, though he was certainly impressed and gratified. There was even a sliver or guilt at how he had violated her trust with the cameras in her bathroom. Shit.
"How is it, sir?" Even having to ask for the praise, she was chipper.
His resolve was wavering. "It's good, Candy. Thanks."
She didn't seem to notice his nickname this time. "So, sir, that offer is still open. In fact I would really like it if you did." She said, her eyes shy.
"What?"
"Church. I'm going tomorrow morning for the first time. It would make me feel a little less shy if you went. Maybe we could even go out for breakfast, make a morning out of it."
"So you want me to go to some strange church and take you out for breakfast?" He scowled.
She grimaced. "No, no. Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it might be fun if-"
"Fun? Church?" He was happy to have something to be irritated about.
"Well, yes, sir. I have fun at church. I enjoy hearing the stories and it feels nice to be right with God."
"Do you know how long it's been since I went to church?"
"No, sir. But I know you don't go. Do you believe in God?" She furrowed her brow, her voice was losing its warm glow.
He took a bit of kimchi, considering how to answer. "I guess I believe there's something out there, I just don't know about Jesus and heaven and all that."
He could tell she was trying to hide the extent of her disappointment. "Oh..."
Damn her for making him feel guilty. Church had caused him so much grief and insecurity growing up. "It's a long story... the church we went to..." But there was nothing he could say. She was raised the same way he was, and was apparently quite happy with it.
"But won't you just give it a try?"
