There was this one time I had to stay the night at an important client’s house and had to share a room with one of her daughters.

Yeah, that was awkward. A lady named Andrea Hutton hired me to renovate the master bedroom. She’d project-managed a kitchen renovation project once, and I guess I impressed her, because she came to me saying her master bedroom needed a complete overhaul.

It was planned as a one-week job, a complete redo including new floors, new trims, crown molding, paint job, and fixtures. We agreed on a ballpark price subject to a detailed viewing, and I was pretty excited about it, because it looked like a pretty straightforward job for what I was getting paid.

The two-hour drive to her house meant I’d built in some overnight expenses. I’d told her it would be more economical for her to get someone local, but nope, she wanted me.

Anyway, I drove out there one Monday evening for a viewing. The distance was a bit of a pain—basically a four-hour drive in one evening—but it had to be done. I planned to get there around 6 PM, measure up for floorboards and trims, check things out, and leave around 8 PM.

That was the plan, anyway. But things don’t always go according to plan.

For one thing, the traffic on the interstate was horrendous. An accident meant I got to Andrea’s house an hour late.

She didn’t mind that, but then I got roped into helping to move her bed frame and mattress downstairs. She said it would be better to do it now than on Wednesday, when I was due to start the job, because she’d be at work when I showed up. So the two of us dismantled it and stacked the frame and mattress against the wall behind the sofa downstairs. She planned to sleep on that sofa for the next couple of weeks.

She was an attractive woman in her forties, and pretty easy-going. But I’d seen her darker side, too. By that, I mean she was not the sort of person you’d want to get on the wrong side of. I’d heard her cussing and screaming on that kitchen project, and the crew had cowered like dogs with tails between their legs. So I was keen to stay on her good side.

I did my inspection—got measurements, went through color swatches with her, chose ceiling fan and light fittings . . . By the time I got finished, it was already eleven thirty. I was actually kind of irritated. I should have been well on the way home by that time.

“So we’re on target?” Andrea asked me when I got done with my inspection of her empty bedroom. “Same price we agreed? No surprises?”

“All looks good,” I assured her. “And I’ll start Wednesday, like I said.”

“Yes! Sooner the better. I can’t wait to get my bed back. I’ve slept on that sofa before, and it’s not comfortable.”

“Huh. You don’t have a spare room?”

She rolled her eyes. “With three grown-ass daughters in the house? No. One of them actually has a spare bed in her room, but will she offer it to her dear old mom? No way.”

“What?” I put on a shocked expression.

She laughed. “Might be something to do with my snoring, to be honest.”

“Ah.”

I hadn’t met the daughters at this point. They stayed in their rooms. I heard a slight argument, but that was about it.

So I said my goodbyes to Andrea, got in the car, and sighed. 11:43 PM. Jeez.

I turned the key, and the bastard didn’t start.

It took me a while to figure out there was no way on earth this thing was going anywhere. The battery was so dead that not even the slightest light dash light came on. I thought it was a loose wire and checked the battery, but I was well and truly pissed off by this time, and I couldn’t see jack in her dark driveway. And then it started to rain.

The front door opened, and light spilled out. “Hello? You’re Charlie, right? Why are you still here? I thought you left fifteen minutes ago!”

It was one of the daughters. “I thought so, too. Guess I’ll call a taxi and find a motel. Damn, this means the car will be blocking your driveway in the morning . . .”

“Oh, shit, Mom needs to leave early. That’s why she’s gone to bed already.”

Gone to bed already. All right for some.

“Is she still awake? Do you know what time she’s leaving?”

The daughter, silhouetted in the doorway, shook her head. “She’s already snoring. Look . . . Mom would probably just say spend the night here. Do you want to?”

“Oh, no, I can’t. Anyway, you don’t have space.”

“We’ll figure it out. Come on in.”

Doubtfully, I followed her back into the house. I realized then she was wearing a robe and some pajama pants.

“Shit, did I wake you?”

She shrugged and winked at me. “Kinda, yeah. My room’s right above the driveway. I heard your door slamming and hood creaking and you swearing . . .”

“Ah, sorry, sorry!”

“No problem. I’m Jolie, by the way.”

Damn, I could see she took after her mom in the looks department. Dark-brown lustrous hair hanging to her shoulders, deep brown eyes, slender figure, beautiful smile . . .

“Charlie Wedge,” I told her.

“I know. Mom speaks highly of you. Hang on, let me speak to Ellie real quick. Wait here.”

So I waited at the foot of the stairs while she hurried up. I peered through into the living room but couldn’t see the sofa from here. I heard snoring though. Andrea was right—she was sawing logs!

I heard muted voices upstairs, then soft footsteps as Jolie reappeared at the top. She waved me up.

As I joined her on the upper level, she said quietly, “Ellie’s agreed to let you use her spare bed.”

“Oh—I couldn’t. Look, a floor somewhere is fine—”

But Jolie shook her head and took my arm. “Don’t be silly. It’s silly enough that she won’t let Mom sleep there. It’d be ridiculous refusing the bed to a second person in need. She can suck it up.”

I hated the idea of imposing, but I hardly got a chance to argue because she steered me into Ellie’s room.

Though the room was dark, Ellie was fully dressed, just closing her laptop as I entered. She got up from her desk and turned to me with a bit of a scowl, only just visible in the light of the small lamp.

“This is Charlie,” Jolie told her. “Be nice. Good night, Charlie.”

Then she patted me on the butt.

The moment she did it, she gasped and put a hand to her mouth. Laughing, she said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! That was a force of habit. You look a little like my boyfriend. We’re engaged.”

“Uh . . . congratulations?”

She laughed softly again. “Anyway, sorry about that. Good night.”

Closing the door softly, she left me in the most awkward situation I’ve been in for a long, long time. I chewed my lip for a second, then turned to Ellie.

“This is so weird. I’ll go sleep in the car.”

And I had my hand on the door knob when she said, “No, hang on. It’s okay.”

I turned back to her. Like her mom and sister, Ellie was beautiful, but in a fierce way, more like her mom than Jolie. She had the same deep brown eyes, but her dark hair was straight and short.

“It’s okay,” she said, a little less frowny now. She gestured at the spare bed, which was narrow but made up and available. “Go ahead. I’ll leave you alone for a minute. Do you need the bathroom before I take a shower?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay.” She didn’t smile, but she didn’t scowl either, so I took that as a good sign.

She left the room and closed the door, and when I cracked it open again, I heard the shower running and saw a strip of light shining through the bottom of the bathroom door.

“Well,” I said.

What to do? My pants and shirt were dusty, not really bed-wearing clothes, but it was all I had with me. I guessed that was why she’d left me alone for a minute—so I could strip down to my boxers in private.

I did that, then wondered if I should turn off the desk lamp. I decided I’d better leave it on for Ellie. It was pretty dim anyway, only shedding light on the desktop. The rest of the room was subdued.

Climbing into bed felt strange, but some of the weirdness went away after I settled on my side and closed my eyes. This was way better than sleeping in the car. I just hoped Ellie didn’t snore like her mom.

She took a while. I was already getting drowsy when she returned.

“Are you asleep?” she whispered as she closed the door.

I always found that question funny. “Not quite,” I confirmed, cracking my eyes open.

She wore a white towel, which she gripped in front. “I meant to say that if you go to the bathroom in the night, make sure to lift the flusher handle back up afterward, otherwise it’ll run all night.”

“Ah. Maybe something I should fix while I’m working on your mom’s bedroom.”

She nodded and smiled. At least I think she smiled; it was hard to tell with that dim desk lamp.

I was pretty damn shocked when she turned away from me, removed her towel, and vigorously dried her hair with it.

How dark did she think the room was? I could see her plainly. Yes, the light was subdued, but she wasn’t just a silhouette. The crack of her butt confirmed it. She had soft, rounded, hips, a woman with a little meat on her bones, voluptuous and sexy.

And naked.

When she finished drying her hair, she hung the towel on the back of the door, then headed across to the desk to turn her lamp out. I gaped in amazement. Maybe she thought I’d gone to sleep in the last few seconds. Maybe she assumed I had my eyes closed. Or maybe she just didn’t care. Anyway, I saw her clearly from the side—a breast as well as a glimpse of dark hair lower down.

She moved quickly though, and then the light was off. Now she really was a silhouette, and I watched her shadowy form climb into bed. After a few moments, all went quiet.

Any sleepiness I’d had vanished. I lay there in silence, wondering how it would be in the morning. Would she expect me to get up first? Or would she just yawn and roll out of bed and forget I was there?

Five minutes later, Ellie sighed. “Charlie?” she whispered. “Are you asleep?”

I laughed softly. “No.”

“Is it hot in here, or is it because I just had a shower?”

“Um . . . I mean, it’s a little warm?”

She sighed again. “Mom refuses to put the air on at this time of year, so we have sixty-five one night and seventy-five the next . . . Feels like eighty right now.”

It definitely wasn’t eighty. I was actually pretty comfortable.

“Yeah, it’s warm,” I lied.

I heard her getting up. In the darkness, I made out her outline as she crossed the room. I thought she was going to put the lamp on again, but she fumbled with the window instead.

“Dammit,” she muttered.

A few more seconds of fumbling later, she said, “For fuck’s sake! Charlie, can you fix this damn window as well, while you’re here this week?”

I rolled out of bed and crept toward her. “Want me to try? Ow!”

That was me stubbing my toe.

“Are you all right? Hang on.”

The desk lamp snapped on, and suddenly the room seemed ten times brighter than it had when I’d first arrived. I blinked, instantly forgetting about my toe as Ellie moved toward me.

“Oh no,” she said. “You kicked the desk leg, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said through gritted teeth. Truth was, it did actually hurt. “It’s okay, though. Let me get that window open.”

Holy shit, holy shit, she’s stark naked and not even bothering to hide herself. Don’t look, or you’ll get a hard-on, and that’ll be embarrassing. And if Andrea finds out . . .

So I tried to ignore her naked body, but it was difficult to do that when she stood alongside me with her large bare breasts within reaching distance.

She got even closer as I worked at the window. Damn, it was stiff—and I mean the window, not my cock, although my cock would soon be stiff as well if I wasn’t careful. The window was supposed to slide up, but it stuck on one side and then the other.

We collided shoulder to shoulder as we put our joint effort into it. While I wiggled it upward from the bottom, she reached for the top and shoved hard, over and over. The window gave a bit at a time, and meanwhile her breasts bounced and jiggled inches from my face.

The window shot open, and she grinned and high-fived me. Then she stood there for a moment with her eyes closed, breathing in the cool air. It was still raining out, and the wind was strong enough to carry a misty wetness through the opening.

“Ooh,” she said with a sigh. “That’s more like it.”

“Uh, yeah,” I croaked, watching as a fine spray settled on her chest. She was developing goose bumps, and her nipples had puckered so they stuck out. Mine did too, quite honestly, but nowhere near as much as hers.

She saw me looking and raised an eyebrow. “You can touch, if you like.”

“Wh-what?”

I’m not normally such a lase-ass dork, but this girl was taking me by surprise.

Ellie faced me. “Go ahead. Squeeze my tits.”

“Holy shit . . . Uh, look, Ellie, your mom is my client, and if she—”

“I know, I know, but she won’t find out. It’s okay, Charlie. Just touch me for a second, and then I’ll let you get back to bed. Otherwise I’ll hound you all night.” She winked and smiled. “Go on, do it. Squeeze my tits. You know you want to.”

She was fucking right, too.

I couldn’t resist. I mean, what man could? I did as she asked—asked, dammit!—and squeezed her tits. And it felt amazing. So heavy, yet so soft, and her nipples so hard against my palms. I massaged and caressed and squeezed, thumbed her nipples, played some more, and she stood with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips.

My cock was rock hard by then. Despite her promise to leave me alone, she gently maneuvered my boxers down to my thighs, gripped my shaft in one hand, and rubbed up and down for half a minute while I continued caressing her breasts.

Then she slid her arms around my waist and down to my butt. She pulled me toward her, and my cock pressed against her thickly haired pussy.

“Ah, shit,” I murmured. “Ellie . . .”

At that moment, the door opened and a girl walked in.

Ellie and I jumped apart, and I hurriedly pulled up my shorts, trying unsuccessfully to hide my erection. “Dammit, Julie,” she said, facing her with her hands on her hips. “How long have you been standing out there listening?”

“I’ve been watching,” the girl said, sounding smug. “And you’re in big trouble, Ellie. You too, Charlie.” She giggled. “Ellie, Jolie, Julie, and now Charlie—we all have the same ending to our names.”

“That’s fascinating,” Ellie hissed, advancing on her. “Go back to your room and quit spying.”

But Julie stood her ground. Despite her childish attitude, I figured she was only a little younger than Ellie. Again, she had the looks, but she was easily the leanest of the family.

Julie shook her head firmly. “I want some of this action too. Or Mom’s gonna hear about it.”

“Oh, fuck,” Ellie whispered.

“So, here’s what’s going to happen.” Julie pointed at me. “You’re going to jerk off in front of me, and I want you to shoot your wad. That’s it. No other rules. Do that, and you’re free and clear.”

Her older sister gasped. “Julie!”

But Julie perched on the end of my bed and gestured. “Let’s go, Charlie.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I looked at Ellie for help, but she seemed to have to the conclusion there was no way out of this, so she sighed and nodded at me—as if she had the right to decide anything.

But I was in a bit of a pickle. This nice little job with good money—possible future jobs Andrea might throw my way—and of course the need to avoid her wrath. And . . . these sisters were gorgeous, so why the hell not?

So, I dropped my boxers and lay back on the bed. With Julie sitting there watching, and a naked Ellie standing nearby looking like she’d been cheated out of something, I started masturbating.

“Anyone got some lubricant?” I muttered.

Ellie did, in her desk drawer. She went to hand it to me, but Julie snatched it, squeezed some onto her hand, and applied it to my cock for me, her hand sliding up and down with a very firm grip.

After a minute of that, with me groaning and squirming, Julie said, “Here, Ellie, take over a minute.”

I thought the idea had been for me to jerk myself off, but this was better. While Ellie perched herself next to me and took over, Julie started pulling her nightie off.

I didn’t know where to look first. Ellie’s hip was against mine, and I reached out to hold a breast again while running my eyes down to her pussy. But Julie was naked now as well, a lithe figure with small breasts and a light streak of crotch hair.

She got up on the bed to straddle one of my legs, then sat on my thigh. I could feel the lips of her pussy against my skin as she slowly eased back and forth like she was humping my leg. With a giggle, she said, “Your leg hair’s tickling my cunt.”

“Julie,” her sister complained. “Language.”

“What’s wrong with cunt?”

With two naked girls practically on top of me, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I climaxed. As if realizing this, Julie slapped at Ellie’s hand. “His turn. He’s supposed to be doing this, not us.”

So I took over, and the two women watched me as my hand moved faster and faster. At some point during this, Ellie guided my hand between her legs. I was suddenly aware of my fingers sliding around on the lips of her pussy, and then inside her vagina. She gyrated and thrust gently on my hand, her breasts moving gracefully from side to side as she squirmed.

I was building up and ready to blow. Julie knew it, and she leaned toward me, her eyes wide, and a grin on her face. As I went into the final convulsions, she reached out and caught my cum in her hand. Well, not all of it; my cock was jerking about like it had a life of its own, and some got past her. But she ended up with a handful, and she held it up in the feeble light like a trophy, watching as it oozed between her fingers.

“You’re sick,” Ellie muttered to her.

Julie laughed, then suddenly launched toward her as if to smear it on Ellie’s breasts. That set the two of them off in a sudden, quite noisy runaround, with Ellie hissing at her to quit, and Julie giggling.

I watched them both with a sense of awe. I always loved the sight of naked breasts and asses bouncing and jiggling.

A minute later, it was time to calm down before their ruckus woke Jolie or their mom. I snuck along the hall to the bathroom with Julie to get cleaned up while Ellie crawled into bed.

Standing there in the blinding light of the bathroom, wiping cum off my chest while Julie washed her hands, I was struck by how comfortable I felt now. We’d pushed past our inhibitions, and I’d shot my wad. What more was there, other than sex? And I didn’t think sex was on the table tonight.

But hell . . . maybe when I started this job.

I cupped one of Julie’s bare, very smooth butt cheeks and massaged it while she finished soaping her hands. She watched me in the mirror with a mischievous smile. When I ran my other hand up her belly to a breast, she turned the water off and stood still, letting me feel her up, front and back. She sucked in a breath when I moved from her breast back down her belly to her pussy. I held her firmly between the legs, and she let me.

It was a strangely clinical yet erotic moment, and when I released her, she went and dried her hands, gave me a wink, and snuck off to her room.

I stood there moment, shaking my head in disbelief. What a night! I was so glad my car had crapped out on me. But I did need to be up on time in the morning to roll it out of the way so Andrea could go to work.

When I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway, I bumped into Jolie.

She gasped, and I felt a wave of guilt. Shit! Busted!

I tried to cover my nakedness, but as soon as I did that, she realized she’d been staring and spun around. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was one of the others in here!”

Jolie had on soft, stretchy pajamas, but no robe this time. It was too dark in the hall to make out the pattern, but they were a dark grey or maybe hot pink.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I was just, um . . .” No need to explain, jackass. “Well, good night.”

“Night,” she said over her shoulder. I swear she checked out my butt as I hurried back to Ellie’s room.

“Hey,” she whispered.

I paused at the door and glanced back. She was still checking out my butt.

“Why are you . . . why are you naked? With Ellie in the same room?”

“Oh, she’s out like a light,” I lied. “Night.”

I left her standing there and slipped into the room. Ellie wasn’t asleep; she was very much awake and propped up on her elbows, covers pushed aside, knees raised and wide open as if inviting me to dive into her hairy pussy.

“Hey, big boy,” she started.

“Jolie,” I hissed, jabbing my finger toward the door.

She gasped and pulled her covers over her in a hurry. She settled quickly, her eyes shut, as I snapped out the desk lamp and slid under my own covers.

Less than half a minute later, the door opened slowly. Sure enough, it was Jolie. She peered at us in the darkness.

“Hmm.”

Then she closed the door.

I think we all dodged a bullet that night. Well, me for sure. Ellie settled down and slept. I got up before her and tried not to pay attention to her uncovered naked body in the morning shafts of sunlight. In fact, I gently pulled the cover over her just in case Jolie or her mom peeked in.

There’s more to this story. You should hear what happened when her mom realized I’d spent the night. She was okay about it, just surprised—but let me tell you, I dodged several more bullets in the coming week when I started work on that master bedroom.

As for Jolie . . .

When I finally got the damn car going, I said goodbye to Ellie and Julie, who had come out to see me off. We all assumed Jolie just wasn’t up yet, but as I backed out of the driveway, I spotted her—in her bedroom window right above us.

She was topless. I only caught a glimpse of her, and then I had to watch the road before I reversed out into traffic. When I looked back to find her, she’d disappeared.

But damn.

Roll on Wednesday . . .