0 comments/ 58981 views/ 2 favorites A Member of the Family By: Asianlove “Would you come into my office and see me for a minute, Miss Terrell,” I asked Brenda my young secretary. “Certainly, Dr. Whitehurst,” Brenda replied stepping inside my office. “Sit down please, Miss Terrell,” I instructed her and she took a seat before my desk. “This isn’t easy for me, Miss Terrell, but I don’t know of any other way to say it to you - I’m going to have to let you go.” “But Dr. Whitehurst…” she pleaded. “Now I’m sorry, Miss Terrell, but your work has been sub par since you started, and that mistake yesterday with Mrs. Woods’ insurance forms could cost us a lot of money. I can’t let you continue.” “But Dr. Whitehurst, I need this job…” “I know, and I’m sorry. Believe me this is hard for me, I’ve never had to fire anyone before, and I honestly like you Miss Terrell.” “But then why?” “I think it was my fault. I wanted to give you a chance, but you just didn’t have the qualifications or the background to work in a doctor’s office. I’m sorry.” Tears were streaming down her young pretty face. “I’m going to provide you with a month’s severance,” I continued trying to be soothing to her. “And please use me as a reference – not in a medical office of course. But I think you are an honest and hard worker, and given the right job setting I think you would make a very good employee for someone.” She was still crying. I handed her some tissue from across my desk. “You don’t understand, Dr. Whitehurst,” she said blowing into the tissue. “This job was my last chance.” “A young girl such as yourself has many opportunities in the future.” “Not me, Dr, Whitehurst. You see I did drugs when I was in high school. I’ve never been to college, and before I got this job I spent a little time in jail.” “I had no idea.” “I didn’t want you to know. I lied on my application, and I figured a little office like yours wouldn’t back ground check me.” “I’m sorry to hear this, Miss Terrell.” “So you see Dr. Whitehurst, it won’t be that easy for me to find a new job.” I thought for a moment, looking at her pretty face, long hair and petite figure beneath her conservative office dress. “I can’t let you stay on here, Miss Terrell. In fact, I’ve already arranged for a temp agency to send a girl in to start tomorrow. However, I might be in a position to offer you something else in the way of employment.” “Does it pay the same,” she said, brightening a little. “Well I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about pay yet.” “You see the money you were paying me on this job was enough for me to afford a couple of night school classes at the junior college.” “I’m not for sure if the new position will pay as much as the old one did,” I said twirling a pen around on my desk top and letting some wild thoughts go through my head. “I was thinking of you coming to my house to work. As you know my wife died a few years ago, I don’t have a maid right now, and I do have three young sons who keep the place in pretty much of an uproar all the time.” “A maid?” she asked and was shocked. I guess this was too low even for her. “I’ve never done that kind of work before and don’t think I would want to.” “I didn’t say you would be my maid,” I reiterated, trying to keep her favorable to my offer. “I said you could come and work for me at my home.” “What would I do there?” “We wouldn’t call you a maid if that makes you feel any better,” I tried to reassure her, leaning over my desk and looking at her. I didn’t think that she was more than twenty-three or twenty-four. “We do have a lot of chores to be done, and some of it requires general cleaning and pick up of the house, but I would leave that open for negotiation.” “Actually, I’m not in a position to be choosy about this,” she said and laughed. Her face sparkled when she laughed. “What would my job title be at your house?” I thought for a moment, quickly discarding several titles that flipped through my mind because they were either too drab for her or too descriptive of what I really hoped she could do for me and my family. “You could be our Nanny,” I told her. “A Nanny?” she asked and rather was puzzled at the vague sound of the title. “I don’t know if I would be any better at doing that than I was here in this office.” “Well we could certainly give it a try if you are willing. Don’t worry, my boys aren’t very young. David is twenty-two and home from college. Steven is twenty and attending the state university but is home on weekends, and Michael is just turned eighteen and will graduate high school later this year.” “It doesn’t sound like they need a nanny, Dr. Whitehurst.” “They don’t in the sense that young children need to be taken care of, you are right. But they have… how shall I say… certain needs, and your presence around the house might just be a big help.” “I suppose I could give it a try. I don’t really have anything to loose, do I?” she was starting to brighten to the idea. She looked at me with big eyes. “You said the pay wouldn’t be as much as I am making now?” “All right, I’ll go you one better,” I said leaning back in my chair and satisfied that I had convinced her. “I’ll pay you the exact same salary you are making now, but if you want I’ll let you come and live in my home and you can live rent and board free. That way you can save up more money for your night courses and your future.” She smiled warmly, liking this idea. “Oh that would be a big help, Dr. Whitehurst. The place I live in now is a dump, and I have to live with another girl and her boyfriend. They keep me awake all the time with parties and I never feel like any of the place is really my own.” “I’ll give you one of the spare rooms in our house. It won’t be very big, but the closet space is adequate and while you are there you can consider the house as your own.” “Thank you, Dr. Whitehurst,” she said fully accepting my offer now. “You have been awfully nice to me. I know I didn’t do a good job as your secretary, and for you to give me another chance like this is really wonderful of you.” “Tomorrow is Saturday,” I said starting to plan things ahead in my mind. “Why don’t you pack up your things and come on over sometime tomorrow morning. You can meet the boy’s and get the grand tour of the house. Do you have the address?” “Yes, it’s on your business card,” she said getting up to leave, and now there was a smile on her face. “My, that’s an awfully nice area of the city. I think I’m going to like living out there.” I came across from my desk and shook hands with her. “We’ll love having you, Miss Terrell. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.” ***** Saturday morning was a bright and sunny day. The weather was just about perfect for that time of the year, and it was a good day for yard work. Most of the neighbors I had on my suburban block were out mowing the lawn or watering the bushes, or a sundry other lawn and garden work. Miss Terrell arrived right at Nine AM sharp. She drove a ten-year-old car that had a large dent in the right front side. When she got out she was carrying a single bag and I gathered these were all her worldly belongings. “Welcome to my home, Miss Terrell.” “Thank you, Dr. Whitehurst.” “Here, let me take your bag from you.” “Thank you.” I led her inside the front door. She was looking around at everything I had as if this were wonderland. She looked very young and fresh, wearing a nice skirt that went to just the appropriate length. “Now I want you to consider this as your own house,” I told her as we walked in the front door. “Oh your house is fantastic, Dr. Whitehurst!” “Thank you. My house is large because of the boys. We need a lot of space. My back yard is a half-acre, sometimes it’s a headache to keep it up and my late wife planted a garden back there. I try and keep that up as well.” She looked around her like a little girl at a candy store. “There are five bedrooms and five and a half baths. This is the living room in here, but we don’t use it much anymore. When my wife was alive we use to do all of our formal entertaining in here. The den is in the back of the house, and we have a finished basement the boy’s have set up an all purpose game room in.” I showed her through the house, and took her around to the back stairway that led up from the kitchen. “The front stair case is just for show, the boy’s and I always use the one around here in the kitchen,” I told her as I started to climb the stairs with her following behind me. “All of the bedrooms are upstairs. One of the rooms is on the third floor. That’s David’s room. Since he’s the oldest we let him get the best spot.” I led her down the small hallway that curved about all the bedrooms on the second floor. “Your room will be down here at the end of the hall. Don’t worry; you’ve got your own bath room so you won’t have to wait to take a shower in the morning.” I opened up the door and ushered her inside. “We don’t have locks on any of the doors. I hope that won’t be a problem.” “Oh, no everything is just great,” she was very happy. I could tell this and it made me feel happy also. “This is your room. The bathroom is over there, and the closet space is big just as promised,” I said setting her bag down and opening up the closet for her inspection. She looked inside and clearly approved of it. “Your view overlooks the garden. It isn’t much, but on a nice day you can open this window and get a pretty nice breeze going.” She was clearly overwhelmed by everything in my home, and I was glad to see her reaction. “This is just too much, Dr. Whitehurst. I don’t know what to say.” “You’ve already said thank you and that’s all you need to say.” “We still haven’t talked about my job,” she said and now there was a trace of concern in her voice. “You are giving me so much here, I feel as if I need to do something fantastic to earn all that you’re giving me.” “We can start off by introducing you to my sons.” “Oh yes, I’d like that. Are they here now?” “I think David is up in his room. Steven is expected to arrive back from college later this afternoon if he wasn’t out partying too much last night, and Michael is out at a friends house now but should be back in a couple of hours.” “You know I never had a family when I was growing up,” she told me looking down to the carpeting. “I grew up in about six different foster homes. A place like this has been my dream since before I can remember anything else. Thanks again.” “Please consider the boy’s and me as your family now, Miss Terrell.” “I will. You are my first family,” and there were tears running down her face. I was touched but a bit embarrassed and so I began to take my leave. “I’ll give you some time to get unpacked and settled. Then whenever you are ready just come on down stairs and I’m sure some of the boy’s will be around by then and you can meet them.” “Thank you, I will.” I closed the door behind me and left her to herself. Back down in the kitchen David had finally gotten up and was pouring himself some cereal at the kitchen table. His hair was disheveled from sleep and he wore torn old sweat pants and a T-shirt. “Hey dad,” he greeted me with a voice still weary from sleep. “Good morning, David,” I said in an unusually cheery voice. This brought a look from David. “Today’s the big day. She’s here already and upstairs settling into her room.” “I still don’t understand why we need this girl to work here, dad?” he asked me, spilling some of his cereal on the tablecloth. I didn’t really know how to respond to this yet. All though I had some ideas I wasn’t ready to share them with my son. “She’ll do fine,” I told him not really answering his question. “I like helping out a young girl who has not had the same advantages we’ve had in life.” “But dad,” David pleaded with me. “You said yourself she was about as smart as a ball of hair. She trashed your office and cost you a few thousand dollars with the insurance company. What do you think she’s going to do around here?” “Give her a chance, will you David?” I asked him “This might be a good opportunity not only for Miss Terrell, but also for us.” “Whatever, dad,” he said giving me that look that said we were a generation apart and he didn’t really get my meaning but would accept it anyway because I was his dad and he was still living at home in my house. I poured myself some orange juice and set down at the table with him. “I hope you’ll trust me on this one, David. I have some ideas about Miss Terrell, but rather than tell you everything right now I’d rather just sit back and see how it plays out. You haven’t seen Miss Terrell yet,” I added as some extra bate for him. “All right, dad. You know best.” “I have a good feeling about this one, David.” “You are the man, dad!” ***** About two hours passed. David and I were out on the porch behind the family room. The porch was glassed in and was like an extension to the house. David and I were starting to watch a college football game on the cable. It was just afternoon, and I had broken out my first beer of the weekend and felt relaxed and comfortable. Miss Terrell came out to join us. I could see she was still a little hesitant to walk through our house even though I had told her to think of it as her own. “There you are!” I greeted her. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a pink sleeveless top. “This strapping young man over here is my oldest son David.” David got up from where he was laying on the couch and shook hands with her. They smiled at each other. The situation was a little awkward. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Terrell,” David said, turning on his best manners. “Hi David. I’ve seen your picture a lot. Your dad has it sitting on his desk at work.” “Is that the one where I was ten years old and in Little League?” “Yeah, I think.” “God, dad’ll never get that out of his head,” David said laughing. “He was our coach back then and took us to our championship game only to get thrown out of the game for arguing with two of the other parents. I think he was the only parent in the history of the game who got kicked out of a Little League game.” “All right – all right,” I said throwing up my hands. “I wasn’t the greatest coach of all time, but you kids won that game and that’s all that mattered. That was a proud moment in my life.” “So you are going to be living here with us now?” David asked her. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m going to work here. Your dad still has to tell me what my responsibilities are going to be.” “Hey, you can make my room every day,” David put in but more for humor. “I don’t think so,” I said nipping that idea in the bud. “You can keep making your own room unless you want to hire someone to do it for you. Miss Terrell and I still have to discuss her specific job duties.” I asked her if she’d like something to drink or maybe a bite of lunch. All she wanted was a Diet Coke, which I was able to serve her. I explained to her that there was another television set in the den and so if she didn’t like football she could get any of the over two hundred channels we had access to on the big screen TV in the den. She declined the offer and set on the porch with us and watched the first half of the game. By half time Steven had let himself in through the side entrance off the garage. My second son came up the little stairwell and plunged through the den and out to the porch to see where all the family activity was. “Hey Steve!” both David and I greeted him as he came in with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder. “Hey guys,” he said, but his eyes were riveted onto Miss Terrell. “Steven, I’d like you to meet Miss Brenda Terrell. She will be living here at the house with us, and working for me,” I said introducing the two. Steven was more of the computer geek type, and didn’t always have the best of manners. He just stood and stared at the pretty girl sitting with his brother and me. “It’s nice to finally meet you Steven,” she told him. “Your dad has told me a lot about you.” “You were his secretary, huh?” Steven asked. “That’s right,” she said looking down at the bad memory of getting fired by me on the previous day. “I’m going to try and do a better job here with you guys than I did at the office. I’m still a little worried about it because your dad hasn’t explained to me what he wants me to do for him just yet.” “Jesus Christ! You are hot!” Steven complimented her. “Thank you,” she said and I thought she was going to blush. “Nice move bringing her here, dad,” Steven said to me, and then was off to unpack his bag upstairs in his room. “You’ll have to overlook Steven sometimes,” I told her. “He’s the family Einstein but has an unfortunate habit of always saying what’s on his mind.” She just laughed, and I could tell she didn’t mind at all. In fact, I think she was happy that her “Hot” looks as Steven had termed it had been brought to attention. She was after all a young girl and probably liked a compliment as well as the next girl did. “Can I go out to the kitchen and make us some lunch?” she asked as the second half of the game was kicking off. “I didn’t think you knew how to cook, Miss Terrell?” I asked as I watched an eighty yard run down the field called back because of a holding penalty. “Well I don’t,” she admitted. “But I can learn, and I want to start helping out with something.” “Don’t worry about it. I don’t think cooking will become a part of your duties,” I told her. “You’re doing fine. Just relax and enjoy your new home and your new family.” When the game reached the two minute warning my youngest boy Michael came in from the back door and tramped through the kitchen. He didn’t come out to check on us right away, but we heard him messing around fixing himself a snack in the kitchen. “That would be Michael,” I informed Miss Terrell. “Michael – come on out here!” I yelled back through the house to him. “What is it, dad?” came his reply yelled back at me through the house. “I want you to meet someone!” It still took Michael a few minutes, but at last he came out to the porch room with David, Miss Terrell and me. He was a big kid and looked more like his mother than me. I had been concerned about his weight problem since he had started high school four years before. He also had developed a problem with acme, and wore his hair unfashionably long. “I’d like you to meet Miss Terrell, Michael. She is going to be living with us, and will be doing some work for me.” “Hi there,” my husky son gave her a wave. “Nice to meet you, Michael.” “Now you have finally met my whole tribe. I hope they haven’t scared you off yet?” “No, Dr. Whitehurst. You have a wonderful family. You should be very proud.” “As a matter of fact when these guys are on their best behavior I am kind of proud of them sometimes.” Michael gave a sideways glance at the young girl seated in our porch room and then left to take his lunch meat sandwich upstairs to his bedroom. David, Miss Terrell and I finished watching the college football game, and our team won by a last second field goal. The afternoon came to an end, and the evening began to progress from there. ***** Dinner in our house had not been much of an occasion since the death of my wife three years earlier. We all ate at our own times and in our own places, and fixed ourselves whatever was available in the freezer and the cupboards. Steven and Michael did their own thing for supper that night, with Steven going out with some of his old friends from high school, and Michael taking some leftovers up to the TV set he had in his bedroom. David and I made a casserole. It wasn’t very good, but we normally settled for our own cooking rather than going for fast food all the time as the two younger boys did. Miss Terrell bagged to help us make it, but I rejected all of her pleas and told her to go into the den and turn on the giant screen TV and find something good that she liked to watch. That was the least I could do for her after she had endured the football game with David and I all afternoon, and I don’t really think she liked football. A Member of the Family The three of us ate around the dinner table, but David was with us for only about ten minutes. Then his cell phone rang and he became interested in a conversation with one of his former fraternity buddies and excused himself to go up to his third floor bedroom and talk in private. That left Miss Terrell and I to finish dinner and clean up afterwards. “Oh let me do those,” she said as I started to rinse off the dishes in preparation for throwing them into the dishwasher. “All right, why don’t we do them together,” I said continuing as she moved next to me to help out. “This will give us a chance to talk.” “What on earth am I going to be able to do around here, Dr. Whitehurst? You have all been great, but already I’m starting to feel like a fifth wheel.” “I’ve been giving that a lot of thought, and think I may have come up with a solution.” “Really?” she said with a smile. “That’s great! Tell me what I should do?” I cleared my throat, not knowing how to proceed with this. “It’s rather difficult to explain,” I said. “I love it here, Dr. Whitehurst. I’m ready to do anything.” “Anything?” “Absolutely!” I finished placing the last dish in the washer and closed up the door. We were finished with the dishes and I led her back through the house. “Let me first start off by restating all the benefits I think you’ll get from working for us,” I said as we arrived in the den and took seats in front of the big screen TV. She had turned to a Saturday night sitcom. “You’ll be able to save every penny you make while you’re here if you want. Everything is on the house, and I do mean everything, so if you want to buy something just let me know and I’ll get it for you. That goes for food furniture, clothes, anything, you name it.” “That’s very generous.” “Secondly, you will be able to have more free time around here than you would have if you had continued on at my office. That job keeps the person hoping almost all the time. I think you’ll find it a lot more relaxed around here.” “That sounds great,” she said with a sad smile. “I’ve never had any free time for just myself in my whole life I don’t think.” “Well you have it now,” I said firmly. “It’s up to you what you’d like to do with the time, but you might think about college.” “I’m already enrolled in night school.” “No, I’m talking about full time, in the day as a regular student. You’ll have the time to study and do your papers around here, and I’ll see if I can get Steven to hook up a PC in your room with Internet access so you can do all of your assignments from up there if you like.” “That would be great, but that’s expensive. I still might not be able to afford the tuition and the books and all the lab and activity fees.” “I might be able to help you with that,” I said with what was probably a rather sly smile on my face, but I was going for the kill on this one. “I know some people on the entrance board over at the university. I’ve donated some money a time or two to the university so they owe me one you might say. If you’ll let me I’ll call up one of my contacts over there and see what’s available in scholarships and grant money.” “I only have a GED and I barely passed that. I don’t think they would give me a scholarship.” “You’d be surprised what’s available if you know the right places to look,” I said, sitting back in my big reclining chair and feeling rather smug. “I won’t promise anything yet, but I think I can probably get you an all expenses paid college education. You’ll have to do the hard part by keeping your grades up, but I have confidence that you can handle that.” She looked at me, and I think at that moment there was real love in her eyes for me after all I had just promised her. A girl from her back ground had probably never experienced any offers of this sort before. “What can I say,” she said in a choked voice. “Of course! I’ll work hard at school and make you proud of me, Dr. Whitehurst.” “You’ve already made me proud that you wanted to become a part of our family,” I told her. She got up from her chair and came over and gave me a huge bear hug and a very chaste kiss on the cheek. Now it was my turn to blush. “I think I understand, Dr. Whitehurst,” she said kneeling before me and looking up into my eyes with her wide and bright face. “You don’t have to say anything more.” “Well Miss Terrell I’m basically a conservative doctor, and I didn’t quite frankly know how to approach you with an offer of this kind.” “And your sons?” she asked, still with the bright stare up at me. There was almost something a kin to innocence on her face as she spoke with me now, and my heart went out to her. “Yes,” I answered simply. “We’re four guy’s living alone here, and we could all use a good woman in our lives.” “You don’t have to worry, Dr. Whitehurst. I’ll take good care of all four of you,” she took my hand into her own small one. “In fact, it’ll be my pleasure.” “Do you feel like a real part of this family now that we’ve finally had this little talk?” “Yes. I do,” she said and I was surprised how quickly she was catching onto my proposition and how willing she was to take the ball and run with it. “How about your sons? Do they know what our relationship is going to be all about yet?” “No. They don’t. I think it would be better if they just sort of found out naturally over the course of time, but I trust you to do what’s right by them.” “They’re all very handsome boys.” “Michael is somewhat over weight.” “I think even Michael is fabulous, Dr. Whitehurst.” ***** Later that night I undressed and started to take a shower. Then I decided I would take a nice relaxing bath. I had not taken a bath for a long while, normally being in too much of a hurry with my busy schedule. I preferred the water to be steaming hot when I took a bath, and ran the water until it was just right for me. I also added some foamy soap of some sort that had been sitting next to my bathtub for months and so I finally decided to use it on that night. After all was ready I discarded my bathrobe and jumped in, feeling like I might even fall asleep inside the warm water. I had only been in the tub for about two minutes when there came a small timid knock at the bathroom door. “Come on in, it’s open,” I said. Miss Terrell peeked around the door. “Hope I’m not interrupting you?” “You aren’t at all. Come in.” She was still wearing those shorts with the pink top, and her long hair fell over her right shoulder. There was something sexy about the way she walked across my bathroom floor and came to stand next to the tub. I felt a stirring between my legs. She kneeled down next to the tub and leaned against the side. “Hi,” she said with a smile on her face. “Miss Terrell, your timing is impeccable,” I said reaching up to run the back of my hand down her cheek. “Allow me to help you with that, sir,” she said, taking a washcloth out of my hand and beginning to scrub my chest with the soapy water. I readily let her take over the job of washing me, and leaned back in my hot water and took in the sensation of the young girls hands running across my chest. “Oh that feels so good Miss Terrell, thank you.” “My pleasure, Dr. Whitehurst,” she said, moving up to my shoulders with the washcloth. “Is there any place you are particularly in need of scrubbing?” “Yes, I think perhaps slightly lower if you don’t mind.” She brushed down the center of my chest and looked at me with a naughty grin. “I think just a little lower please, Miss Terrell.” She lowered to my belly, using both hands to massage my skin as she went. “Oh that’s very nice, Miss Terrell. But would you mind terribly going just a tad lower?” “Certainly Dr, Whitehurst, let me know when I’ve hit the spot.” Her hand slid down beneath my belly. The back of her hand brushed against the tip of my erection. Her hands moved into the tangle of my pubic hair beneath the bubbles of the soap. She was using the soft cloth expertly to clean me off and bring maximum sensation to my body at the same time. “Yes, Miss Terrell, that’s the spot,” I told her as she reached my swollen penis and took it in hand, using the other hand to wipe it off with the washcloth. She brought my erection up from out of the water and held it up to her view. She moved her hands up and down the shaft and my breathing started to come heavy. She looked down at me and smiled approvingly. “You have a very nice penis, Dr, Whitehurst.” “Why thank you, Miss Terrell.” “Does this feel good?” “Yes, it’s very nice, thank you.” She stroked me a little harder and wiped away some pre cum that was coming out of the tip. After awhile she put the cloth aside and took me firmly in both her hands, holding me straight up in the air pointed at the ceiling. She took great care to be gentle with me as she stroked up and down along my penis, but at the same time she looked at me and saw that more pressure was possible with out hurting me so she increased her grip on me. I put my hand back to her pretty face and cupped it as she gave me the hand job. I looked into her eyes. They were very young and filled with hope. I was happy I had been the one to put some of that hope there. My penis was wet and this made Miss Terrell’s hand hold all the more inviting for me, and it made it easier for her to rub up and down. She was good at developing a rhythm, and soon was going at a nice speed. Her elbow slapped the water and caused ripples in the soapsuds as she stroked me. Some of the water splashed up onto her shirt and dampened it a little. She did not seem to mind or notice this and just kept on giving me long, nice and firm strokes. I sat back and didn’t even move allowing her to work on me. I felt like moving my pelvis as she increased the rhythm of her strokes, but I knew that would just push me over the edge and so I held back. I wanted to enjoy this hand job to the full. I enjoyed this erotic encounter, and all the more so because it was in the comfort of my own home. Miss Terrell was not a loved one, or even a friend, but I tremendously enjoyed what she was to me at that moment, all though I still don’t think I can put it into words. She was working for me because I was paying her, and so I guess she was my employee. I enjoyed getting a hand job from my employee. I was sure it was more complicated than that, but I wasn’t going to worry about it. She seemed to like what she was doing, and I liked her presence in the house. I let her continue the hand job, holding back my orgasm, but feeling it mount down inside my balls. I liked the way she used her thumb to run over my swollen tip. Her other four fingers were grasping the underside of my erection. Her left hand was holding the penis base, and her palm was nestled down in my pubic hair. The right hand did the massaging and was getting wet from pre cum emissions. I liked how open she was about this. There was no embarrassment at all on her part. She was simply helping me to relax. For my part I was just accepting her help and sitting back and relaxing. This seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be doing on a Saturday night in my bathroom. Her right palm massaged and kneaded my swollen penis, paying particular attention to the head, and sending sensation after sensation down through my muscles. I was just on the edge of orgasm, but I think she knew I was trying to prolong it and she helped me to do so. Her hand tilted up in the air ever so slightly, releasing some of the pressure on my shaft and allowing me another half minute before I went over the edge. My cock head and my underside were particularly sensitive. I masturbated occasionally and I thought how much more pleasant it was when someone else performed this particular function for me. She combed her hair back behind one ear and bent over me, lowering her head. She held up my penis and gave it a loving kiss at the very tip. When she pulled away there was soap on the tip of her nose. I laughed, she knew she looked ridiculous and laughed with me. I let myself go and came into her stroking hand. Ahhhhhh! That felt good! The white soapsuds in the bath now mixed with my sperm as it poured over my cock head. “That’s just what I needed! You really hit the spot, Miss Terrell.” “You’re welcome, Dr. Whitehurst.” ***** I went to bed and took up a professional journal to read. Normally this put me right to sleep, the effort of concentrating at the end of the day sending me to a dreamless rest. It should have on that night, especially after my satisfying bath. However, I was awake two hours later and felt the pangs of insomnia hitting me. It was about one o’clock in the morning, and I always felt a little depressed at this hour. I tried to isolate my thoughts to determine what was keeping me awake. It didn’t take me long to come up with the answer. Though Miss Terrell had satisfied me in a most pleasant manner I was unable to get her out of my mind. She was the one thought that dominated my mind and was the reason I could not get to sleep. She was just down the hall from me, and I found myself wondering about her. Did she have a boyfriend, had she ever been in a long relationship in the past? What did she like to do? All these thoughts flooded my brain. I also wondered what she saw her relationship with me as being. She had acquiesced to the casual sexual relationship with me, and had performed quite well. Was a hand job (though very nice) the limits of what she would do for me? I had to find out. I got up from my bed and pulled on my bathrobe. Walking down the hall I saw that David had a light coming from under his door on the third floor, and so did Michael, and I don’t think Steven had come home yet because his room was dark. Well the boys would all get their chance with Miss Terrell if things worked as I hoped they would, but this first night it was my duty to find out exactly where things stood with our new household member. I stood in front of her door for a moment and was almost shy to knock, finding a few butterflies in my stomach. My hand tapped lightly at her door. After waiting for a moment I was about to leave, thinking she must have been in a sound sleep. Then I heard her voice come from behind the door. “Come on inside, Dr. Whitehurst,” she beckoned me. I opened the door. She was in her bed and under the covers. I thought she was probably naked beneath. That stirring came back to my groin. “How did you know it was me, Miss Terrell? It could have just as easily been one of the boys.” “It’s not their turn yet,” she said with that naughty grin coming back to her face. “I couldn’t sleep and I thought…” I stammered. I wanted to say I thought I’d come down here and fuck you, but that didn’t seem quite right given our relationship thus far. Once again she was ahead of me. She pulled back the covers next to her, revealing just a side of her nude body. A big, happy smile was on her face as she said, “Get in, Dr. Whitehurst.” I gladly climbed under the covers with her. She covered me up as I lie down next to her. I turned to her and she allowed me to take her naked body into my hold. She felt absolutely delightful, warm and soft, and with a nice smell. Her breath was on my face and this also had a nice quality to it. I took a moment just to snuggle with her under the covers, and I am sure she could feel the erection under my robe pressing against her stomach. “If you hadn’t come in here tonight I was going to be very disappointed,” she told me as I slid my arms down her lower back. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t come in here myself.” “So what took you so long?” “I wasn’t sure,” I said honestly, and I kissed her forehead as my hands slid around her smoothly rounded buttocks. “I liked what we did earlier tonight and I thought if that’s all we could have well then I would be happy with it. But I was hoping for more.” “You’ve shared all you have with me, Dr. Whitehurst. I’m going to share all I have with you and your family.” And with that we began kissing on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me, and opened her mouth for my tongue. Soon her tongue was exploring my mouth. She tasted just as sweet as she looked, and making out like this with the naked young girl in my arms made me feel thirty years younger. As a doctor I thought what a wonderful thing sex was for the human health condition. Better even than a good jog I thought. A good fuck. I allowed my hands to roam up and down her back. Then she was helping me untie my robe. She slid it off my shoulders and I was as naked as she was. I reached to her groin and felt between her legs. Miss Terrell was wet and waiting for me. She lay on her back for me and I climbed on top of her. Her knees parted as an invitation for my cock. She helped me to penetrate her. We did this slow and carefully. I had already come a couple hours before so I was going to be able to give her my all in this round. I adjusted my weight on top of her and I felt her little body squirm beneath me. I slid through her moist vaginal lips and drove down into her to my base, my balls slapping against her pussy. She put her arms around my shoulders and hiked up her spread knees around my waist. She looked up at me and the naughty grin was gone from her face. Her mouth was open and she looked very vulnerable underneath me as I began to move inside her body. Somehow I was back to looking on her as an innocent again, all though I don’t know why these thoughts of Miss Terrell always seemed to play across my mind when I was having sex with her. I arched up into her, withdrew and arched up again, thrusting up in her with strength and determination. I combed her long hair back out of her face as I pumped up in her womb. I felt fully in control and I could feel her pushing her hips back at me to meet my penetration. Her entrance was tight, and as I continued to penetrate her it not only became wetter but I also felt her muscles contracting around my member. I bent over her and started to kiss her again. This was another long French kiss, our tongues entwining as I pumped her in a steady, relentless rhythm, my buttocks hammering my rod home to her again and again. “Oh Dr. Whitehurst,” she moaned beneath me. “You are going to make me come, sir. Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD YES!!!!!!!” I held onto her tightly and she wreathed in my arms, her hips slamming back against me. I found myself grunting and slamming her harder than I really intended to, but I think she liked what I was doing, and I was determined to get her off and feel her come with me between her legs. We ground our pelvises against one another, and I think it kind of became a contest to see who was stronger. This was a hard work out I was getting and I became aware that I was sweating. However, looking down at Miss Terrell I saw that see too was perspiring from the effort of the sex. I normally never made a sound during intercourse but for some reason with Miss Terrell I heard myself grunting and moaning. For the second time that night my balls contracted tightly against me. The wave warmed my stomach, and my upper thighs. My balls felt it and it spread up my thrusting cock as I arched up into her as deep and hard as my physical strength would allow. She started to moan and scream beneath me and I felt her quiver as a strong contraction spread out from between her legs. I began to pump jets of semen up into her womb. I let the orgasm wash over me and prolonged the warmth and the glow of it. I emptied into her until I had nothing left to give. My spray hit her inner walls and caused her to orgasm again. Her screaming was muffled as she bit my shoulder and tried to control herself. After, I lay next to her totally drained. She snuggled in my arms, and I knew I would be spending the rest of the night in her room. A Member of the Family “Good night, Miss Terrell.” “Good night, Dr. Whitehurst.” ***** I awoke around sun rise and left Miss Terrell sleeping soundly in her bed. I went back to my own room and tried to get a few extra hours of sleep. Somehow I just could not sleep with her lying next to me. I hadn’t gotten use to the feel of her against me yet. At about ten o’clock I got up and took a shower. Before I stepped under the water I could still smell the sex from the night before on my dick as it hung limply between my legs. I got dressed and went down the back stairway to the kitchen. Miss Terrell was already up and dressed in a nice short skirt with a bright pattern of some sort on it. Her face was happy, and she was humming to herself as she pulled some slightly burnt toast out of the toaster. “Good morning, Miss Terrell!” “Good morning, Dr. Whitehurst. I was the first one up this morning so I made some coffee.” I went over to the freezer and pulled some instant waffles out as my breakfast and took them over to the microwave. I bent to smell the aroma from the instant coffee maker. Everything looked and smelled nice and fresh this morning. Miss Terrell took her toast and coffee over to the kitchen table and sat down; spreading jam across the toast and watching me make my breakfast. “How are you this morning?” I asked her. “I feel terrific! How about you?” “Same here.” I got my breakfast out of the microwave and sat down with it at the table. We ate together and shared some ordinary conversation, our relationship now moving into a new phase, one that was comfortable and easy going. I now knew where I stood with her. I knew I could get sex from her any time I wanted. She knew where she stood with me. She knew she had my house and all the advantages I had to offer her for as long as she chose. David came down and began to make himself breakfast and poured some of the coffee that Miss Terrell had made for us. My two youngest sons’ never were up before noon on the weekends and so I did not expect to see them yet. I asked David if he wanted to go to church with me, but knew before I asked what the answer would be. He never went to church and had not since before his mother had died. Miss Terrell on the other hand said she would be delighted to go to church with me. She had not been often in her life, but she thought she should go now that she had a nice family of her own and some of her dreams had finally started to come true. I was a respectable doctor and so therefore had an appearance that was required of me to put in at church every Sunday. My friends at church were all a bit stuffy and did not have some of the liberal ideas I had. When I took Miss Terrell into the church with me I introduced her as an employee of mine who was now living at my home and helping my family with “Odds and Ends” around the house. This answer seemed to satisfy my entire church going crowd and I saw that several of the other men were admiring her slender body under her bright colored skirt. After church was over we drove to a restaurant and ate some ice cream and then stayed on for a milk shake. I felt like I was a teenager again. It felt great, and I could see that Miss Terrell was sharing in these same feelings. “You are still giving me more than I am you,” she told me as we sipped our shakes. I smiled with some male pride at the thought of my performance in bed the night before. “I’m glad that you were satisfied with me.” “No,” she said and then held up her hands so I wouldn’t get the wrong idea. “Oh I was, don’t get me wrong. You were very-very good, and I was impressed. I had never been with an older guy before and was a little worried that I might be too much for you. But it was very good for me.” “Then what are we talking about here?” “I mean I never had a family until yesterday. Now over night I have the best family in the world and the best house in the world. I’m just giving you what’s between my legs, but you are giving me everything.” I was touched by this admission, but of course did not agree with it. I took her hands in mine from across the table. “We are both giving to each other. That’s the way relationships should be, don’t you think?” “I do. I’ve just never been lucky enough or smart enough to get any of them before.” We drove home and the other boys were up by now. Miss Terrell went up to her room. I knew she had probably not gotten much sleep last night and was tired. She told me she wanted to be refreshed for the night still to come. For once I got a chance to get all three of my son’s in the same room at the same time. This never happened anymore, and so I took the opportunity to have a talk with them concerning the new member of our family. “Be honest with me guys, what do you think of Miss Terrell?” “Is she your new girlfriend, dad?” Michael asked me. “No, she isn’t. I don’t care to pursue that type of relationship with a woman again, not after all of the fine years I had with your mother.” “But dad, she’s damn near a Ten,” Steven piped up. “She is very attractive and very young. I am not looking for romance with her, but I am not too old yet to give up on all pleasures in life.” “So dad what you’re telling us then is she’s basically your mistress?” David asked. “I slept in her room last night,” I admitted because I never intended to hide this from the boys. “However, I didn’t bring her here just for me…” I let that thought sink in on them as we sat around the den. I don’t know if they fully understood me yet, only time would determine how the boy’s used this situation. I think Michael was about ready to pop a blood vessel when he heard my words. Later that night I returned to Miss Terrell’s room. She was waiting for me in a short sheer nightgown that left her delightful body mostly open to my hungry view. She was combing her hair in the mirror and I stood behind her watching. “You’re early tonight,” she told me. “I have an early appointment tomorrow and so I should get my rest. I won’t be able to spend the night.” “That’s too bad,” she said stroking her long hair in the mirror. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ve talked with the boy’s and I think they are on board with this relationship now also.” “Hey, we’re going to be one big happy family here.” “That’s what I want, and I think it might just work out that way now.” “This could be interesting,” she said, turning to me and reaching beneath my robe for the erection she knew she would find there. “Let’s see about relaxing you for that early appointment tomorrow,” she said as she took me into her warm mouth and began sucking. I stood in her bedroom and enjoyed my blowjob. She let me come in her mouth and did her best to swallow every ounce. Good to the last drop, I thought as she wiped off her chin. My life was certainly going to be interesting from now on…