House Call

“Were you expecting anyone else?” Hannah asked as she and Kurt watched the car sail along the road to the cabin.

Kurt shook his head. “I didn’t even expect you.”

“Well, that’s not your fault,” Hannah grinned. “No one ever expects me. It’s just -bamf- and here I am.”

“Despite the short time I’ve know you, Hannah, I’m happy to say you can pop up into my life any time you want,” Kurt bantered back. “Maybe next time we can get even better acquainted.”

“Who says this time is over?” Hannah quipped as she stepped forward. Kurt’s eyes dropped noticing the sway in her hips and slight wiggle of her buttocks as she moved. If there wasn’t a car imminently approaching, he might just have stepped right up behind her and shoved his thick cock against that tight ass.

That thought would have to be put on hold for now though, as the car arrived in the yard, coming to a stop beside Robert Raver’s vehicle. The pair waited with anticipation who see who would emerge as the driver’s door swung open. Immediately, it was obvious that it was a woman, with long dark hair and as she turned to look over the car at the waiting couple, they both found that they recognised her. To Hannah, she knew her simply as her best friend’s mother.

For Kurt it brought up some very pleasant memories to see Dr. Monica Bishop again, although it felt strange to see her outside of the clinic. Her age and experience had absolutely made her one of the best fucks of his life, and if there was any chance of another go-round on that carrousel then he’d love to try. If memory served him well, Dr. Bishop had seemed to enjoy their encounter as well, so it might not be terribly difficult to convince her for round two. Though, the presence of her son might put a slight damper on how open they could be, but hey, if he had to sneak around to get another piece of that Bishop pie, then that was a price worth paying.

“Hannah?” Monica said as she saw the two young adults standing next to her car. “I didn’t know you were up here at the cabin.”

“I’m not. I’m interning with Robert Ravers,” Hannah explained. “We came up here to…check on his daughter. Yeah.”

Kurt smiled, noting how obvious it was that Hannah came up with that reason on the spot, and also how it differed from what she’d told him. Probably because it was clear to anyone with half a brain what kind of work Robert had brought Hannah to the cabin for. Robert, like Kurt, had a reputation for an insatiable sexual appetite, one which meant that his interns and secretaries got devoured by the man. The obvious solution was to stop hiring such fine, hot women to work for him, but Robert either couldn’t help himself or just didn’t want to change.

“Robert?” Monica repeated. “Robert Ravers is here?”

“Yes, he’s inside with Heather.” Hannah revealed, and then to Kurt. “Is my sister nearby?”

“We were all hiking up to the waterfall and caves but Ashley came back early to check on Zack,” Kurt answered. “I guess she’s inside too.”

“Check on Zack?” Monica asked. “What happened to my son?”

“Oh, uh, he slipped…and fell…a few times,” Kurt lied, realising that he hadn’t meant to reveal Zack’s beating at the hands of Brandon to his mouth. Then he shrugged, thinking that she would find out soon enough when she saw his face.

“And Zack? He’s inside too?” Monica said, taking a step towards the cabin.

“Yeah, I believe so, but…” Kurt thought about stopping her, imagining the mother walking in on her son and Ashley. But he found it funny, thinking of the expression on Zack’s face if his own mother walked in on him in flagrante. So, he chose not to say anything.

Hannah cut in though, saying, “Heather wanted to talk to her father alone though. That’s why I’m waiting out here.”

“Well, they’re just talking,” Monica stated as she proceeded towards the steps up to the door into the cabin. “They can’t expect you to wait outside all day.”

Hannah nodded her agreement and followed the older woman towards the door. Kurt came along too, behind the women, admiring their rounds asses bouncing with their steps. But something else was also on his mind. He wondered what Heather was doing inside the cabin with her father. He was reminded of last night, when he and Heather had roleplayed a daddy-daughter situation. Heather had told him about a time she’d saw her father stepping out of the shower and got a good view of his cock. But that had only been a fantasy…right? It wasn’t like Brandon and Madison, who’d set up their own little incestuous sanctuary in the woods. Heather wouldn’t actually fuck her own father…