'You're going to be the new housekeeper?' the girl asked with a snotty look on her face. 'We run off the last one. She was an old fart, no good for nothing.'
The girl had the firm full breasts and a thick forest of hair around her little pussy mound. She was short and a little plump around the waist, and might have been really good-looking if she stood up straight and if her hair hadn't been wet and tangled. Cindy thought that she and Mary Lou were going to have to have a long heart-to- heart talk to make it very clear just who was going to be the boss between the two of them.
'You kids better get on to your rooms and get some clothes on now. Miss Cindy is goin' to cook us up a dinner. I guess I better slip some pants on too,' he said to Cindy as his naked offspring left the living room. 'We get a little informal around here, I guess. Not quite fittin' to meet a lady. Hope you don't mind too much. Pretty soon you'll be just like one of the family.'
You aren't going to catch me running around the house stark naked, if that's what you mean by one of the family, Cindy thought to herself. She stood up and set her shoulders back firmly. She was going to have to take charge around here if the job wasn't going to be a complete loss. 'I'll start the dinner as soon as I find out where everything is in the kitchen. After you put some pants on, why don't you pick up after yourself in the living room? Get these newspapers folded up and stacked.'
She didn't give him time to answer her. She just left him with his mouth hanging open, scratching his balls. She smiled to herself with more self-confidence. They would be no match for her management! Her spirits sank a little when she saw the kitchen, though. It was a holy mess, with dirty dishes stacked all over the place. She found some hamburger in the refrigerator and scrubbed out a skillet to cook it in.
While she stood at the sink with her arms in the soapy water, visions of those two boys standing naked in the living room with their incredible dongs hanging out for her to see kept flitting into her mind. She was no virgin. There had been a couple of boys she had been to bed with at college, but neither one of them had cocks anywhere near as big as the ones on those boys. What would it be like to have a tool that big stroking up her tingling twat? So big and thick and long, with big fat cockheads and loads of steaming creamy cum spurting out and filling her up until she could taste it in the back of her mouth? Her pussy was twitching and getting soppy again as she called her attention back to the sink which was about to overflow.
Mary Lou came flouncing into the kitchen wearing shorts and a halter that groaned with the effort of keeping her tits inside the cups.
'Mary Lou, finish washing up the dishes while I cook the supper, please,' Cindy directed. There was no 'please' in her voice, though. She was handing out the orders like a Marine drill sergeant. Mary Lou got sulky, but she soon was washing the dirty dishes as she had been told. Score one more for me, Cindy thought to herself.
The boys came in a few minutes later, and she set them to work clearing the table and sweeping the floor. She noticed that Junior had the fly on his tight blue jeans unzipped and that he wasn't wearing any underwear either. The thick curls of his black cock hair stuck out of the opening in a delicious, enticing way.
'Zip up your pants, Junior,' she ordered.
'I can't, Miss Cindy. The zipper's stuck,' he replied good-naturedly. He put the broom down and yanked on the zipper to show her.
'Come here and let me look at it,' Cindy said. She wondered a little bit at her choice of words. She meant that she wanted to look at the zipper, but didn't she want to see that super cock again, too?
As he stepped up to her, still yanking on the zipper, she could see the broad base of his shaft through the open fly. She pushed his hands away and grasped the tab on the zipper, her knuckles brushing against his heavy meat. She couldn't budge the zipper a bit. It really was stuck.
'Well, I can't move it. I'll have to see about it tomorrow. How come you don't have any underwear on?'
The dummy looked down at his crotch as if he had just noticed that he wasn't wearing any. 'I ain't got no clean ones. Ain't had any for weeks.'
'Well, we'll get to work on the laundry tomorrow, too. Finish cleaning up.'
She finished the dinner and served it to the family. Big George had come to the table in fresh, clean clothes with his hair wet and combed down neatly. She was satisfied with the start she had made. After they all finished, Junior got up from the table with his cock sticking out of his open fly. Holy Shit! His tool looked like a baseball bat! It must have been nearly a fucking foot long! And as thick as her wrist! And it wasn't even all the way hard! She sat back down on her chair hard, the breath knocked out of her by the sight.
'Junior, were you playing with your prick at the table again?' his father asked in a stern voice.
'No, Papa, I swear. It just come up by itself. It musta been the good food that done it. I didn't touch it.'
'Well, all right, long as you weren't playin' with yourself and then eatin' without washin' your hands.' He turned to Cindy with a smile. 'You want to watch some TV?'
She got her breath back. 'First we clean the kitchen. Sam, let's make it your turn to help with the dishes. Each of you scrape your plates, and Junior, you clear off the table. Then you can go watch some television. I want to do some more exploring and find out where everything is.' They quickly did as she instructed.
Cindy dried the dishes while Sam washed. He looked like such a sweet little boy now that he had some clothes on. She would never have suspected that he was equipped with such a massive pecker if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
'I hope you like it here, Miss Cindy,' he said bashfully. Her heart did a flip-flop. He was a sweet, cute guy. 'We've been raised kind of rough with no mama. Papa's folks kept us for a while, but then they died, and we've been living with Papa ever since. I guess he's raised us all like truck drivers in a truck stop dormitory.'
She laughed. 'I'll civilize you a little while I'm here for the summer.'
His face fell. 'You're just going to stay for the summer?'
'Yes, I'll be going back to college in the fall.'
'You must be a pretty smart girl to be going to college.'
'Not really. I just work hard at it.'
'I wish you were going to be here when school starts again. I'd love to have you help me with my school work.'
'I'd love to help you, too. Sam. Maybe we can do some work this summer.'
'I like you a lot, Miss Cindy. I hope you don't run off like the last housekeeper did.'
'Why did she leave, Sam?'
'She was an older lady. She just couldn't get used to our ways around here.'
'You mean your messiness?'
'I guess you could call it that.' He turned away with a sigh and didn't keep up the conversation.
When they finished, he offered to show her where everything was. First he took her down into the cellar where the washing machine and dryer were. There were mounds of dirty clothes piled up on the floor. She started a load going in the washer while they were down there and made a note to herself to buy lots of soap powder at the first chance she could get to do the shopping.
Then they went upstairs again to see her bedroom and the bathroom. As they passed the door to the living room, she swore she could see Mary Lou down on her knees in front of the sofa like she was saying her prayers, but she was kneeling in front of Junior. She started to turn back to look again, but Sam was right behind her, and she kept on going.
'This room here will be yours, Miss Cindy.' The room was plain and had been kept neatly, but was now dusty and stuffy. She opened a window. Sam pointed. 'I sleep out on the porch there in the summer time, right outside your window.' His face was a little flushed. She was going to have to be careful to keep the shade drawn, she decided.
'Papa's room is next door to yours. Junior and Mary Lou sleep in the room across the hall.'
'Junior and your sister sleep in the same room?'
'Yes, and so do I in cold weather. We only got the three bedrooms and we always leave this one for the housekeeper.'
They went back to the living room. There were the three of them in a row on the sofa, their eyes glued to the boob-tube. Junior was sitting in the middle, his huge cock jutting out of his pants. He was jacking slowly on his dork, occasionally lifting his narrow, muscular hips up a fraction of an inch from the cushions in little fucking thrusts. The lap of his blue jeans was already covered with dribbles of a load of cum he had shot off.
'It keeps him quiet and happy,' Sam whispered over her shoulder. 'Just don't pay him no mind.' She did the best she could, but it was a damned hard sight to keep her eyes from. She sat in one of the arm chairs and tried
