her he loved her so much. He missed her so much and wanted to see her this coming weekend. Hank gave her the motel’s address and the room number, 21.
To top it off, Hank went on Jeff’s Amazon account and purchased a bathing suit. It would be delivered to her home tomorrow, Thursday. She needed new beachwear, he told her. They would be spending a great deal of time on the nearby beach.
A touch on the link in the email sent him to the product page at Amazon. The model wearing the swimsuit might technically not be nude, but she might as well have been. It consisted of tiny triangles of red fabric held in place by thin white strings. The model’s curves didn’t compare to Karen’s. His daughter’s breasts couldn’t be contained by the tiny patches of cloth.
Jeff’s anger at his crazy neighbor dimmed as he realized that things could work out if he played it cool. He did miss Karen. A weekend visit from her would be pleasant. She certainly seemed excited by the idea. The thought of seeing her in the skimpy suit played a big part in his acceptance. An attempt to change things didn’t have an upside. Embarrassing explanations would be required. The Amazon order could not be canceled as it had already shipped.
Things would work out alright. They usually did.
He replied to her text with a short message and a smiley emoji. He nearly dropped the phone when it rang in his hand. The caller id said unknown number. Jeff had a feeling he knew who it was.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Where the fucking fuck are you? We’re fucking starving here. Please, get something sweet for Charlie while you’re fucking at it,” Hank yelled into his ear.
Jeff slammed his finger on the end call icon, hanging up on the crazy man. He rarely did such a thing, but his temper finally snapped. Not content with emailing Karen, Hank’s last request stole the sweetness out of Jeff’s thoughtfulness. Now Charlie would assume the dessert came at the bastard’s command rather than out of the goodness of Jeff’s heart. He thought about driving off, never to see them again.
Five minutes later, he arrived back at the motel. He could never stay mad for long, and the ice in Charlie’s soda was melting. Nobody liked a watery drink. Even water with melted ice in it didn’t taste great. Jeff hoped it would not provoke a major crisis.
His door stood open, and the TV still glowed, but the couple had left. Jeff sighed in relief. The battle to throw them out would not be fought after all.
He carried the food to the room next door. At his knock, Hank bellowed out, “It’s fucking open.”
Jeff opened the door to something out of a porn film. Hank sat on the edge of the bed. Hank held Charlie upside down with her head in his lap and ankles hooked at the back of his head. While the father lashed her pussy with his tongue, the daughter gave Hank’s member deep throat. Jeff could see her throat expand as the cock went in.
“Here’s your food when you’re ready,” Jeff said as he placed the bags and drink on the table.
He felt like a third wheel standing there watching. “I’ll leave you to it. Good night,” he said, turning to leave.
A flurry of motion seen out of the corner of his eye captured his attention. Turning back towards the couple, he caught the finish of a spectacular forward flip performed by the girl. Propelled by a toss by her father, Charlie flew from his lap. Her tuck’s form left a little to be desired, but her layout would score top points. She nailed the landing without a bounce. Jeff almost applauded.
“Good night, uncle Jeff. Don’t be sad. We have the whole day tomorrow to be together. You’re my new babysitter,” she said brightly. Wrapping her slender arms around his neck, she kissed him deep and passionately.
As her tongue explored Jeff’s mouth, her words sunk in. He pushed her away and said, “What do you mean. I have to work.”
Charlie began to pout, even tearing up a bit. “I’m sorry, but I need to make a living,” Jeff explained.
“I know! I can be your babysitter!” cried the girl excitedly.
“Honey, why don’t you stay here while your uncle and I have a word,” Hank said softly to his daughter.
Hank led Jeff out into the night air. The hairy man’s nudity and rampant erection starkly contrasted with Jeff’s casual attire. No words passed between them until they entered Jeff’s room.
“Fuck, Jeff. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Hank asked. “The best fucking slut you could ask for wants to fucking spend a day with you. And you go and fucking fuck it up.”
“Well, I -” Jeff began.
“It is the fucking least you could fucking do, as a personal favor for a fucking friend,” Hank said, dropping his voice a bit. “I don’t know if you fucking noticed, but Charlie gets fucking fucked up notions.” He paused, staring deep into Jeff’s eyes.
“You and I both fucking know we aren’t fucking related. Fuck, I fucking love you like a fucking brother, but you’re not. Fuck, she calls you uncle Jeff. And she thinks Brandon fucking Crawford is her brother. Fuck, he’s no fucking son of mine. That’s for fucking sure.”
“I did wonder about that. Is she a little … simple?” Jeff asked.
“Fuck no. She is fucking smart as a fucking whip. Who do you think fucked with your fucking computer? She is a fucking computer genius or fucking whatnot. She just has too much fucking imagination. It is fucking scary. I’m fucking afraid to leave her by her fucking self.”
“She emailed my daughter?”
“Fuck yeah, but it was my fucking idea.”
“Yeah, thanks for that,” Jeff said sarcastically.
“You’ll fucking thank me for fucking real later. What do you fucking say? Will you fucking watch my girl? Keep her fucking safe?” Hank wrapped a muscular arm around Jeff. He meant it to be friendly, but he didn’t know his own strength. Hank’s embrace almost squeezed the air out of Jeff.
“I guess so.”
“Fucking thanks. You’re the fucking man!” Hank pounded Jeff’s back joyfully.
To Jeff, it felt like a pummeling. If this was Hank’s reaction to welcome news, what would it be like if he’d said no? It didn’t bear thinking about.
Hank strolled over to the dresser and picked up the picture of Karen. “She is fucking hot! You are one fucking lucky fuck,” he said. “When she fucking gets here, I expect you to fucking share.”
“You got it, Hank,” Jeff replied. ‘Not if I can help it,’ he thought.
“I have to fucking get back to Charlie,” The bear said. “She gets fucking horny after she eats, and I fucking need to eat too. Got to keep up my fucking strength,” he added, shaking his rigid dick lewdly.
“It doesn’t seem to be a problem for you.” Jeff was astonished by the man’s sex drive.
“Fucking right. Want another taste of fucking cock?” As the question was asked, Hank began forcing Jeff down.
“NO! I mean, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. If that is okay with you,” Jeff pleaded.
To his relief, Hank released him and strode to the open door. “Good night, man. I’ll fucking see you when I fucking back from fucking work tomorrow,” the bear called out.
As soon as the crazy man disappeared, Jeff rushed to shut and lock the door. He leaned against it, fearing the maniac would return. He finally felt safe when he heard the banging of the headboard knocking against the wall.