Uncle Ken

As I continue to lap at the congealing dregs of cum coating my sexy red-haired cousin's voluptuous curves, I hear the sound of a deep male voice trying to clear his throat from behind me.

My tongue stops it's frenzied lapping motions as my eyes go wide as I look to Stacy. She just stares back at me, horrified to be caught in this compromising position by God only knows who.

As I roll my own toned, tanned body off my relative's and sit by her side, we are both able to see who has come down the basement stairwell. It's Uncle Ken!

Our Uncle Ken just stands at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly unfazed by the sight of his two new charges, his nieces, being caught inflagrante delecto right before him. He simply sets his briefcase down and takes a few steps forward, looking handsome for a forty-something man, salt and pepper hair, wire-rimmed glasses and a stocky build under his business suit with the open-collared shirt.

"Well, seems you two have been getting to know each other!" he says, without out a hint of either amusement or scorn. I can feel his eyes searing across the flesh of our bodies as he looks our way, though.

"Maybe you two ladies ought to go upstairs and clean up properly, while I go over things with these gentlemen," our new guardian says casually as he steps towards the now coveralled father and son setting up the office equipment.

We just nod and say, "Yes, Uncle Ken" in unison as we quickly grab up our clothes and head for the basement stairs leading to the kitchen.

"No, wait, ladies!" Uncle Ken calls to us. We stop in our tracks on the bottom steps, our clothes balled in our arms. "Why don't you go back the way you came in, and shut the door for your Uncle Ken?" He just looks at us and smiles like he asked the most natural thing in the world.

Stacy shakes out her little denim skirt and begins to step into it.

"I don't think that will be necessary, Anastacia. There is no need to be shy now!" he says, stone-faced.

The red-haired girl doesn't respond, though she wants to tell him she came down this staircase, but simply follows me as I head to the outside door's open stairwell. I look to the movers as we pass them, and can tell they are grateful they finished with us and got dressed when they did.

I look back down before I close the heavy door, see Uncle Ken casually chatting with the movers, and wonder what is in store for us. Down comes the door, and Stacy helps me latch it. We both exchange the same worried glance as we turn to head for the house.