A warm bath after a cold, hard day.

I let out a heavy sigh as I feel warm air billow over me, carrying the familiar smell of home. It has been a long day at work, and an even longer trip home. The bus broke down, and while I'm thankful to live within walking distance of home, the long, cold, wet, dreary walk to get here was somewhat draining. It's quite the relief to shut the door on the late-autumn weather and transfer my damp coat and hat to the hatrack. Of course, as nice as it is to come home to somewhere warm, it's even nicer to come home to someone you love. "Honey, I'm home!"

I wait patiently for a response, but none comes. Hmm. As I finish doffing my boots I decide to poke around the house to find Charlotte. Maybe she's doing laundry and the sound of the dryer drowned me out. However, as I poke my head into the laundry room, I find it empty. Same goes for the kitchen and (after a polite knock) the hallway bathroom. Finally I make my way to the master bedroom, where from under the door to the master bathroom I can see light and hear the sounds of sloshing water and... smacking? I walk over, gently turn the knob, and slowly go inside. Oh... I see. No wonder Charlotte didn't hear me. She's clearly quite occupied.

As I enter the bathroom, I'm greeted with the winsome sight of Charlotte having a nice, hot, relaxing bath with my dear nephew. Leonard is lying directly in the bathtub with his back on the bottom of the basin. His thin, slightly hairy legs are bent upward, causing his knees to stick up out of the water, giving him enough room to submerge his torso up to his neck. (That reminds me, I should get in touch with DeMarcus at the appliances place and ask for a quote to have a bigger tub installed.) Charlotte, naturally, is lying in the only part of the tub she can fit into while Leonard is in it: directly on top of him, face-down. Her naked back lies just below the surface of the water, obscuring most of Leonard's torso from view. Her behind is bountiful enough that the twin mounds of cellulite-rippled flesh break the surface of the water like two beautiful mountains emerging from a clear lake. (Hey, that's nice! I should tell her that later. Well, maybe not the cellulite part.) Her legs are bent at the knee, causing her shins and feet to stick up into the air. I can see the edges of her breasts flattened against Leonard's chest as her body weight presses them into him. Leonard's arms are wrapped securely around her torso, with his right hand gripping her left love handle and his left hand holding her right butt cheek, his fingers resting deep in her crack as he alternates firm squeezes between the two areas.

Although I've been standing here watching them for over a minute, neither has noticed me or even opened their eyes once. They're much too engrossed in the sweet, tender, gentle, loving, passionate kisses they're pouring into each other. Wet slurping and smacking sounds fill the small room as they repeatedly lock lips with each other again and again. Judging by how flushed their faces are they've been at it for quite a while, but they show no signs of slowing down. As soon as Leonard finishes planting a hickey on Charlotte's neck, she uses the hand she has gently resting against the side of his head to pull him in for a deep kiss. As soon as Charlotte pulls away from Leonard to gasp for air, he closes the distance to loudly suck on her tongue. Occasionally the lurid sounds are broken up by a low groan from Leonard, a high-pitched squeak or breathy moan from Charlotte, or the sloshing of water as she wiggles her hips.

It's a heartwarming sight to be sure. However, as I watch, I feel an unpleasant feeling begin to creep up in my belly. I try to identify it as my attention is caught by the movement of Leonard's left hand lifting off of Charlotte's rear and slowly rising up into the air. She whines into his mouth, but that whine abruptly shifts into a muffled moan as the palm of his hand rockets back down onto her ass with a resounding slap. I hear them both giggle as I watch the ripples of movement reverberate through her jiggling glutes and into the water. After a couple seconds Charlotte's flesh stills beneath Leonard's touch, but the water doesn't. I feel that feeling creep up inside me again as I realize Leonard is stirring the water by lazily thrusting his hips, (presumably) to rub the underside of his (presumably) erect penis against my wife's soft belly.

Oh... that's what it is. The green-eyed monster! I could really use a nice hot bath like they're having, especially after spending time out in the cold. I'd especially love to have a nice intimate bath with my wife. We used to have baths like this all the time. No wonder I'm feeling a bit of envy. Our schedules just haven't quite lined up for it lately, and recently whenever Charlotte goes for a shower or a bath Leonard has been following her like fire follows a fuse. He must have taken at least 15 showers and baths with her in the last few weeks. I hate to get in the way of their bonding time, so I've been holding off on requesting to bathe with her. I didn't realize how much I missed it. Well, no sense standing here feeling sorry for myself! The sooner they get out of the bath, the sooner I can use it. I gently knock on the doorframe, causing the two to jump slightly as they turn toward me.

"Oh, h... hhahh, phew... hi, honeybun!"

"Hi, Uncle Roger! I was just having a bath with Aunt Charlotte."

They both smile as Charlotte gently repositions herself. She turns over to rest in the bathing position I more commonly see them in, with her back resting on his chest and his (again, presumably very erect) penis nestled comfortably between her buttocks. Her large breasts break the surface of the water, her puffy nipples already erect from arousal even before reaching the cold air, but Leonard quickly wraps his arms back around her and covers them with his hands. What a polite young man.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in. I was going to have a quick bath and then get started on dinner, but Leonard decided to join me and one thing led to another and- AH! Lenny, darling, please remember: pinch or twist, not both. Anyway, I'm afraid we'll have to get takeout today."

"Don't worry about a thing, dear. I'm just glad you were able to have a nice relaxing soak and some family bonding time. What about you, sport? Have you had a nice bath?"

"Uuuhh... uh-huh. Aunt Charlotte is good at kissing, and she has a really big butt."

Charlotte and I both chuckle and aww at Leonard's characteristic bluntness. Charlotte pats his hands gently before pulling them off her breasts and slowly standing up. As I watch the water cascade off her I can see her skin is flushed red. I would attribute it to residual heat from the bath were it not for her nipples being erect and her clitoris being so swollen I can see it peeking out of the hood from here. It's clear she's still recovering from the physical arousal induced by her makeout session with Leonard. Obviously she's not in any way sexually attracted to him but, well, the body has natural God-given ways of physically reacting to certain stimulus. It's only biology, but I pass her a towel to cover up anyway. "Tell you what, dear. Why don't I get started on dinner while you and Leonard dry off? You can come to the table when you've changed into your PJs. Does that sound good?"

She looks deeply grateful as she wraps the towel around herself. "That sounds amazing, dear. I'll dry off and make sure this cuddlebug does the same. Heck, I might even be able to convince him to change into a dinner outfit more substantial than a pair of socks."

I snort as I turn to Leonard. "What about you, squirt? You want some of your uncle's famous stir fry?" I get my first proper look at him since I got home. Unsurprisingly, I was correct in my earlier speculations that he was rubbing his fully erect penis against my wife's nude body the whole time I was watching them. His member is so hard it's pointing straight up, and so long that the light brown head is sticking out of the water. I feel a twinge of pity. Here I am being jealous of my nephew for taking a bath with my wife, and meanwhile he can't even fully relax in the bath without his penis sticking up into the cold air unless he has someone like Charlotte to hold it under the water for him. Yes, I should definitely talk to DeMarcus about that bigger tub.

Fortunately Leonard doesn't seem phased by it, and he looks away from Charlotte for the first time since I arrived to make eye contact with me. "Aw yeah, stir fry! That sounds great, Uncle Roger!" I reach down to give him a high five and lean over to give my wife a hug and a kiss (as well as surreptitiously wipe my now-wet hand on her towel) before heading into the kitchen to get started on dinner.

I arrive in the kitchen and, with practiced movements, pull out the ingredients and equipment for a quick stir-fry. It's nothing special really, an old recipe I learned during my bachelor years. Charlotte is a much more talented chef than me, but for some reason my stir fry has always Leonard's favorite thing to have at our house, a fact which I will admit to lightheartedly rubbing in her face every so often. I figure it's only fair. Out of the two of us Charlotte is by far Leonard's favorite cuddle buddy, his favorite bathing partner, his favorite cock sleeve, and his favorite cum receptacle. So I figure it's only fair that I get to be his favorite chef every once in a while.

As I think of Leonard, I can't help but think about that ugly little pang of envy I had earlier as I was watching him hedonistically grope and hump her in the warm bath while they tried to figure out how many different ways they could make their mouths fit together. What was that about? It was hardly logical. Sure it has been a while since we've bathed together, but that's not a big deal. Maybe it's something else? Not enough intimacy in general? No, that can't be it. We cuddle every night, we spend every evening snuggled up on the couch watching TV, our sex life is good...

... Actually, come to think of it, we haven't been having that much sex lately. A couple weeks after Leonard moved in she stopped being as receptive to my initiations. I was depressed about it at first. I wondered if I had become less attractive, or if I had done something wrong. Fortunately my amazing wife is very in-tune with my reactions and sensed my frustration after the fourth night in a row she rejected my advances. At that point she explained that it wasn't me, it was Leonard.

Normally during the day, not every day but most days, she gets a little horny at some point but holds off my arrival later, then once I get home we have sex. I already knew this of course, but what I didn't know is that Leonard is like a bloodhound when it comes to her arousal. Anytime she gets turned on, my nephew is in the room within five minutes. At that point, as she tells it, he drags her down onto the nearest horizontal surface, spends about twenty or thirty minutes eating her out, and nails her hard enough to knock the pictures off the walls. Apparently this happens almost every weekday while I'm at work, and between being licked to six or seven orgasms and being stretched to her limit by my not-so-little nephew, she always ends up totally spent by the time I get home. I was glad there was an innocent explanation as to why she had started turning down my advances (and why she had moved the picture frames that were hanging in the hallway onto a shelf) and I didn't want to exacerbate her soreness. Above all, I certainly didn't want to ask Leonard to stop taking advantage of Charlotte's hospitality just for the sake of my sex life. That would be horribly inappropriate! So for that reason, I backed off on initiating. That was... goodness, five weeks ago? How time flies! I suppose it's only natural I would be having urges after abstaining for this long. Perhaps a romantic weekend with just her and I is in order. I think during dinner tonight I'll ask Leonard if he wouldn't mind spending the weekend with Mrs. Johnson across the way. She's an empty nester, she loves having him, and I know from the last time they met that he loves having her, too.

Speaking of dinner, the stir fry is about ready and there's still no sign of Leonard or Charlotte. "Hello? Soup's on!" My shout across the house is met with nothing but silence and déjà vu. That's odd, they should be long since dry by now. I walk to the master bedroom and knock on the door. There's no answer, but there is light coming out from under the door along with the sounds of creaking and... slurping? I gently open the door and find, once again, that there is a totally reasonable explanation for the lack of answer.

The first thing I see when I open the door is Charlotte's naked behind. She is on her elbows and knees with her backside facing the foot of the bed and, thus, me. Her legs are spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her vulva and anus. Her right hand has snaked down between her legs and is gently rubbing her clit, causing thin strands of natural lubricant to slowly drizzle out of her vagina, down her hand, and onto a growing stain on our duvet. Again, totally natural reaction to stimulus. Although I'm not sure exactly what stimulus is causing this as her gently bobbing head is obstructing the view above her torso, and her sizable breasts dangling down onto the bed completely block the view below her torso. Other than that I can't see anything except the bottoms of her bare feet, and of Leonard's sock-clad feet which are sitting on the bed on either side of her body, toes curling and uncurling. Nevertheless, as I begin to walk around to the side of the bed, I already know what I'm about to see based on the sounds of low-pitched grunts and wet suction.

As I change my viewing angle I see Leonard lying naked on my bed, relaxing with his arms on his chest as Charlotte sucks his dick. Once I move around enough to see past the curtain of hair surrounding her head I am greeted with the sight of my wife planting sloppy kisses in a line down the underside of my nephew's rock-hard, spit-slick shaft. sllrrk-*smek*, sllrrrp-*smak*, sllp-*smak*. She glances up at me and stops massaging his testicles with her left hand for a moment so she can put up her pointed finger in a "just a moment" gesture. I nod in assurance. I don't want to interrupt her. She begins the process of kissing her way back up his shaft. sllp-slllk-*smak*, shlurp-*smak*, schlululuk-*smek*. It takes her ten kisses to reach the tip, onto which she plants one last kiss which transitions into briefly taking the head into her mouth and, I assume based on the movement I can see in her cheeks, sucking it hard while swirling her tongue around to take care of any precum that built up while she was working the shaft. Good old Charlotte, always so fastidious.

However, just as she's beginning to pull up off of Leonard's dick so she can speak to me, he suddenly groans, grabs her head, and forces her deeper. Charlotte gags and sputters, more out of surprise than anything, as a thick cockhead slams into the top of her throat. Leonard sighs in contentment and begins slowly moving Charlotte's head up and down his shaft, and her cheeks hollow out once again as she begins dutifully giving him a slow blowjob at the pace he has directed.

She glances back up to me with an apologetic look in her eyes and rapidly points back and forth between me and herself. Sorry, I can't talk right now, she seems to be saying. I shrug, well aware of the situation. Up until recently this was a daily occurrence. One of those charming little quirks about Leonard is that he really likes blowjobs.

Now, one could say that's hardly a unique quirk for a young man to have, but it's just... different for Leonard. He's absolutely crazy about blowjobs. I mean, most guys won't just walk up to a random woman he finds attractive and ask her for a blowjob. Leonard, on the other hand, does that all the time. Anytime he gets excited, his first instinct is to look around for a pretty face with a nice thick pair of lips and ask them to suck him off. Obviously this isn't usually a problem because most people are happy to oblige, and when they aren't they'll wave him off nicely by saying something like "Sorry, sweetie, I have to drive this bus, why don't you ask one of the passengers?" or "I'd love to, cutie, but I'm on duty, why don't you go ask that nice couple sunbathing in bikinis on the other side of the pool?"

Unfortunately, it did pose a bit of a problem when Leonard moved in with me and Charlotte. We soon found out that Charlotte has trouble saying no to him, which is a problem when he asks for blowjobs several times a day. Worse, since Charlotte adores him so much, she really wants to make his blowjobs as pleasurable and satisfying as possible, so she never multitasks and always drags them out as much as possible. The end result was that on most days for the first couple weeks after Leonard settled in, Charlotte was spending about two hours a day sucking him off. She was fine with doing it, of course, but it did eat into her productivity a lot. Ultimately she managed to set a firm boundary with him. She now only gives him blowjobs on demand on special occasions: his birthday, her birthday, my birthday, Christmas, Easter, Independence Day, Arbor Day, Sunday, and other such special days. Outside of those days she'll only **** on his cock when he really really wants it, which is typically just two or three times a week. I'm proud of how firm she's been in upholding these boundaries, but I guess this is one of those times when poor Leonard just desperately needs a load sucked out and nothing else will do.

I know from experience that there's no way she's going to let this blowjob last less than 30 minutes, so I sigh and ask, "How about I just put your portions in the fridge?" She stops focusing on cramming Leonard's glans into her cheek for a moment to give me a relieved look and a thumbs up before going back to making Leonard feel as good as possible. I hear the wet glrrk of her throat opening up as she leans forward, followed by a loud groan from Leonard as she takes his entire penis into her mouth and throat. His groan dies in his throat as her cheeks hollow out again and I hear a quiet, rapid sort of shlk-kll-shlk-kll-shlk-kll noise which is presumably from her tongue energetically doing... well, something or another to that one spot on the underside of Leonard's shaft. I turn to look at him and... Oh, my gosh.

He's making the face! We haven't mentioned it to Leonard because we're worried he'll stop doing it. We also don't have a specific name for it, it's just sort of the Aunt Charlotte is deepthroating me and tonguing my shaft hard face, or the I have Aunt Charlotte's tits wrapped around my shaft and she's leaning down to suck on my cockhead while she tittyfucks me face, or the I'm blowing a massive load directly into Aunt Charlotte's pussy after an hour of slowly fucking her face. Not that I would use any of that language of course, but that's what I think he would call it. It's that face where he's feeling so good that he loses control of his facial expressions and can't get any words or noises out. One of his eyes is closed, the other is unfocused and half-lidded. His jaw is slack, and there's a little bit of drool building up at the side. He's shaking a little. It's just... so cute. It's probably the cutest thing in the world. If there's one thing I'm jealous of with regards to Charlotte's relationship to Leonard, it's that she gets to see that face more often on account of being the one who most often causes it. Not that I'd admit that.

What I will do though, is look back at Charlotte and nod toward Leonard. Are you seeing this? Her lower eyelids perk up in excitement and she puts up her free hand with her palm facing the ceiling. I know, right? If there's one good thing that has come out of all the time Charlotte has put into sucking Leonard's dick, it's that our nonverbal communication skills have improved greatly. Well, that and lots of really satisfying orgasms for Leonard, who starts panting in exertion as Charlotte finally backs off him a bit.

Speaking of nonverbal communication, she gives me a little shoo gesture before moving her hand to Leonard's shaft so she can stroke it. With his penis occupied, she finally pulls her mouth off of him with a loud pop and gulps down a few breaths before leaning down to loudly slurp and suck on his scrotum. Clearly this will take a while longer. I wave goodbye to Charlotte, who can no longer see me, and Leonard, who likely never noticed my presence at all, before walking back out of the bedroom.

I eat my dinner quickly and then pack up Charlotte's and Leonard's portions. Once that's done I turn on the TV and settle into my armchair, knowing there's a chance I may end up having to sleep in it. Still, I can't complain. I'm out of the cold and back in my nice warm house, with my loving wife and my adorable nephew. As I hear one of his guttural groans ring out from my bedroom loud enough to drown out the TV, I feel a comforting flame of affection growing in my chest. I guess I didn't need that bath to warm up after all.