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is; more concerned with appearances than his family’s happiness.
    *
    I grab a soda and head out to the pool.
    Sunday. Day off for the staff, the one day I can fully relax
around here—well, until the parents come home anyway. What I’d give to move my
ass out of here. But Dad’s got my balls in a vice-grip on that one too. We have
to appear the perfect family as long as possible.
    I strip to my skin and grab a towel, laying it on a lounger.
I dive into the deep end.
    The water’s already warm, but still it’s nice. Nothing like
skinny dipping. I do a couple of laps and hop out to lay in the sun for a bit. Just
when I touch my ass to the chair, music floats on the breeze.
    Mo.
    My cock hardens.
    I usually never hear her music. What’s she up to?
    I wrap a towel at my waist and make my way down to the guest
house. Everything’s shut up tight. She must be in the back. The grass is warm
on my feet. Nothing stays cool long in the Texas heat, ten in the morning or not.
    I come around the corner and stop dead.
    Mo lies on her lounge chair. Her bare, pink tipped breasts
point to the sky. The blond curls between her legs shine in the sun, peaking
out between the fingers caressing them. My dick flexes.
    Guess someone else likes to sun-bathe nude, too. And touch
herself. How fucking hot is that ? Who knew? Mo does have a bit of bad
girl in her. Not quite as straight-laced as she’d have everyone think, is she?
    She continues stroking herself, opening her legs slightly as
she moves her fingers lower. I swallow hard as my hand goes to my erection.
    Fuck if I’m standing here like a perv watching her
masturbate.
    I step out from behind the bush at the corner of the guest
house. “Morning, Moan -uh.”
    She sits straight up, her arm flying across her heavy
breasts, eyes wide as she tightens her thighs around her hand.
    “Glad to see you’re enjoying the sun on this fine day. I was
doing the same—well, almost the same, when I heard your music.”
    “What are you doing here?”
    I chuckle. “Why are you naked?”
    Her blush creeps across her entire body. Toes to tits, and
then up her chest and over her cheeks, showing through her deep tan. My junk
hardens even more. Her mouth works like she’s going to say something but can’t seem
to find her words.
    I pull up the chair next to hers, turning it so we face each
other. I drop my towel into the seat and sit.
    “No need to be embarrassed, Sweets. We all like to touch
ourselves. Nothing wrong with that.”
    Mo’s eyes widen as she zeros in on my dick. “I was not
touching myself. I mean, I was, but not that way. I had an itch.”
    I suck in a breath through my teeth. Call her on the lie? Or
let her have it her way?
    “If you say so.” My hand goes to my cock, I stroke the
length of it, circling it with my fingers, pulling down to the root. “Well, I’m
not afraid to tell you—I touch myself, and I think of you when I do it. Were you
thinking of me?”
    Fuck me. I’m right.
    She turns away, yanking the edges of her towel over her
thighs. But the crack of her ass peeks out of the back, pink and disappearing
beneath her.
    I lower my voice, almost to a whisper. “What? No denials? No
flustered remarks about how you’d never think of me that way?”
    She glares over her shoulder. I continue rubbing my dick. Her
eyes find my erection and her expression changes.
    She shifts back to me. When her mouth falls open just the
slightest bit, something deep inside my balls curls tight.
    I move my hand up and down my shaft in slow motion, making
sure she gets a good look. The pre-cum drips onto my leg; a long, silky thread
still connected to my cock glistens in the sun. “You see that?”
    She nods, her gaze not leaving my junk.
    I scoot lower in the lounger, lying back further. I run a
finger over the head of my erection, smearing the clear liquid over the tip. “This
is hot for you. That moisture, it’s there for you. To make it nice and smooth
as I slide into your