I wasn’t born to be one of the “handyman” guys you see on TV fixing or building things. Nope I’m all thumbs when it comes to stuff like that. ...hank god what I do allows me to pay people to keep stuff around my house in working order. Sure, I can handle the simple stuff but as you will see, I can’t handle anything that requires water. On a recent day off I got up late and was taking my time getting ready for the day. I LOVE my showers. I climb in and turn the water on and literally soak for as. “Who's between my thighs licking...?” Her gaze shot to me. “Eve!”She used my real name out of shock. Everyone called me Dusk, which was better than Evening, my original nickname. I liked Dusk. It made me feel dark and mysterious. Something special. Evening was so... boring wasn't right. Commonplace? Pedantic?One of those words.“Eve, you're...” Mom shuddered. “Oh, you have no idea how much I was wanting it to be you when I woke up. I just didn't think... Oh, I'm so glad you're in bed with. Damn, for all the interminable hours I waited for her to reciprocate, all the time I pondered my aching jaw, sex and simultaneous orgasms, the time I thought of her hair, pubic and otherwise, the time I debated the proper usage of fuck and the hours I pondered the delicate slit between her legs, the clock had only moved twice, once for thirty two minutes after the hour and once again for thirty three. Her fingers opened her lips and guided me in, into the warmth, the wet softness, the soaring. “Nope, nothing” is all I manage to croak out of my exceedingly dry mouth. It was a feeble attempt at a cover up and she knew it. She strutted around my running a single fingernail down my chest, just stopping before my now rock hard cock. She leaned in as for a kiss and stopped short. “Yea, nothing my ass,” she sneered and walked away. I was left with a raging hard on and no release. Naturally, I took matters into my own hands. Soon after, I called a family meeting. A rare occurrence in our.