Frank Levy - One bed family

She had her housecoat on, but paused only to brush her short hair before she headed for the kitchen. If this family I'm working for can run around bare-assed naked all the time, I should be able to get some breakfast in my bathrobe without giving anyone any ideas, she thought.

Sam was in the kitchen seated at the table. He had pulled on a pair of jeans for the sake of decency and was just pouring out a cup of coffee for himself. It was the wonderful smell of the java that had awakened her, she realized. He smiled shyly and got out another cup for her. She said good morning and went to the refrigerator to see what was available for breakfast. There were no sausages or bacon, but there were some eggs and bread. She took out a skillet and began to cook eggs while Sam fed the bread into the toaster. She watched the eggs frying and sipped at the hot coffee.

"You think they will be ready for breakfast soon?" she asked Sam.

He looked a little ill at ease. "I guess they'll be out and ready in a while," he said.

"Where's your father?" she asked.

He blushed deeply, casting his eyes down at the cup of steaming coffee and speaking in a voice that she could barely hear. "He's in there with them, I think."

"Well, you and I will eat these eggs, and I'll cook them some more when they're ready. I hate to eat cold fried eggs, don't you?"

He looked up at her with a question in his eyes. "No, I don't like cold eggs either."

She smiled. "Don't worry, Sam, I'm not going to leave. At least not for a while. I'm not horrified or disgusted, and I'm not going to melt or vanish. How many eggs to you want?"

He grinned broadly, his white teeth bright as a sunrise. "I'm starved! I could eat a dozen by myself!"

"Well, we don't have that many to go around. How about three?"

"Fine, uh, Cindy. Can I call you that, you know, when the others are around?"

"Sure, Sam. We can be friends as well as lovers."

They ate breakfast in silence. She loved to look at his bare chest with its tiny pink nipples on the smooth light-brown tan, the way his pulse beat in his neck, the raven darkness of his hair and long eyelashes. He was such a handsome young man. What a cock he had on him! Her clit twitched at the memory of the night they had spent together, and she found herself getting wet and creamy as she sat at the breakfast table with him.

Cindy was sitting at the table so that she could see down the hallway that led to the bathroom and the bedrooms. As she was finishing her breakfast, she heard a door open, and she looked up. Mary Lou came out of her bedroom, gave her a smirking smile and went into the bathroom. Her hair was a tousled mess, and she was wearing only a man's shirt that barely covered her chunky ass and big high tits.

Then Junior came out. He was wearing the jeans with the broken fly that he had been wearing the night before. There wasn't much use in him having them on with his bushy black cock hair sticking out and the base of his firehose of a cock showing, too. He grinned at Cindy and went into the living room, coming back out again a minute later with his father's khaki pants in his hand. He went into his father's bedroom and returned with fresh underwear, then went back into his own bedroom.

Cindy smiled to herself. George Sr. certainly had an interesting sense of modesty. He can sit around the house in his underwear and spend the morning packing his daughter loud enough for anyone to hear, but when it came time to come out of the bedroom to eat breakfast, he had to be properly dressed so as not to offend the new housekeeper.

Mary Lou came out of the bathroom, not bothering to hold the front of the shirt she was wearing closed and showing off her plump little pussy to Cindy and Sam. Then George Jr. and George Sr. came out, father going to the bathroom and son heading for the kitchen and some food. She noticed that George was giving her dressing gown the eye.

After George finished his breakfast, he leaned across the table at Cindy and smiled. "Now, lookee here, Miss Cindy, we have to get a few things settled now, I guess."

She was ready for the worst, but he only had in mind getting the finances of the household in order. He was leaving on a run in the truck the next morning and would be gone for a few days. He wanted to make sure that she had enough money to buy groceries for the week, and he advanced her first week's salary to buy herself whatever she needed.

He turned to his children. "I'm going to be gone most of the week, and I don't want to be hearin' that you all been causin' Miss Cindy here a lot of grief when I get back, you hear? I want you to do just like she says. Clean up after yourselves and clean up the house like she tells you, and don't give her no lip about it, neither, you understand, Mary Lou? And Junior, you mind your manners, best you can. Get your hand off your cock at the dinner table. I told you that ain't clean, and don't be messin' around Miss Cindy."

"Yes, Papa," they said.

Cindy awoke the next morning to the thunderous sounds of Big George's truck starting up and pulling away from the house. She rolled over and groped for her watch on the nightstand. There was barely enough light for her to see the dial as she focussed her bleary eyes. Five o'clock! God! He said that he was going to start early, but she had no idea that truck drivers had to get up and begin work at that hour of the morning. She put the watch down and rolled back under the cover. She sure as hell was glad that she didn't have to get up.

She had hardly drifted off to sleep when she was awakened again by the sound of her door opening. It was Sam. He closed the door quietly after himself and came to the end of her bed. He was smiling sheepishly and was wearing only a pair of jockey shorts. The front of his shorts stuck way out. He didn't have a hard-on, not yet. It was just the size of all that meat he carried around in there. Cindy purred sleepily and held her hand out to him. He came and sat on the side of the bed next to her.

"And what are you doing in here at this hour of the morning. Sam?" she asked, teasing him.

"Thought you might be lonely," he said, and looked at her from under his long, black eyelashes.

"You wanted to give me a little company?"

"That's right."

"How come you only have your underwear on?"

He blushed. "I thought you might be mad at me if I came in buck naked. That's like not even askin', isn't it?"

"Those jockey shorts don't cover up very much," she said. She slipped the tip of her finger up his leg and under the leg band of his pants. "You were pretty sure that I was going to say yes, weren't you?"

He trembled a little bit as the nail on her finger slid across the side of his ball bag and then up into his cock hair. His thick prod began to stiffen under the white cotton cloth. "I was sure hopin' you would," he stuttered.

"What about your brother and sister, Sam? What if they should hear us in bed together?"

"They won't. They never get up this early. They're in bed sound asleep," he blurted, and reached out to put his hand on the ripe curve of her ass and hip under the sheet. "They won't bother us any."

"You came looking for a fuck, didn't you?"

He squeezed her butt through the sheet and felt her fingers in his underwear under his balls, scratching gently at them as the shaft of his cock filled with hot blood and swelled in passion. "I guess so," he gasped harshly as she flicked her fingers across the root of his dork behind his balls.

"Then why don't you get into bed and fuck me, boy!" Her own breath was rapid and ragged as she let herself surrender to the waves of lust that just looking at him was arousing within her.

She pulled back the sheet and showed herself to him. She was wearing only her thin nightgown, but even that was pulled up almost to her waist. The froth of lace around the hem foamed in delicate waves up around her thighs and across the top of her warm pussy. Her curly cunt hair peeked out from under the lace, and he could just make out the folds of her cunt lips through the hair. Her tits played peek-a-boo at him at the top of the frilly nightie. He could easily see her taut nipples thrusting up at him through the filmy material. He lunged for her.