[MF] How cat-sitting lent to something complicated [part 1].

One month ago, I received a phone call from my friend Jacques. We have been friends since our childhood, since our parents were. They would come to our house, in summer, and spend some days with me. When I moved to France, we started seeing each other and, of course, I saw his family too. Jacques is married to a great woman, Suzanne, and has two children. A daughter who is 12 years old, Caroline, from the current marriage, and another one, 24 years old, Jeanne, from his previous one.
(All the names are made up)
So, Jacques calls me and asks if I’m going to stay in the city, the next month and if I could do him a favor. His cat sitter isn’t available and I should take care of his three cats, basically cleaning the kitty litter, refilling water and food and cuddling them.
“No problem” I said.
“You can use the jacuzzi, in exchange, and Suzanne will make a kick ass dinner, when we’re back.”
“It sounds great, mate.”
So, the time arrives and they leave. I go every afternoon to their homes to take care of the cats, sometimes I relax in the jacuzzi and everything is fine.
One Sunday I go to the movies and, when it’s over, my usual time has passed. I took the metro, walked along the street enjoying the warm day and, as I arrived at home, I passed from the back entrance to go straight to the bathroom and open the water of the jacuzzi.
The moment I pass through the door it seems to me that somebody is in. Jacques should come back after a week, so it shouldn’t be him. For a moment, I think I’ve left the TV on, when I watched Netflix, the previous day, but after a few seconds I realize that somebody is moaning.
I freeze in the hallway not sure about what to do. I slowly take a step and try to peek in the living room, from where the voices are coming. Nobody can be seen, so I move a little forward: the voices are clearer and a guy is clearly fucking and moaning, while a girl is saying something I can’t understand. I take another step and now i can see the back of the guy: a muscled guy, a bull tattooed on his whole back, large shoulders, with his trousers half way down. I don’t know who he is fucking but I must admit he’s working very hard. I watch him raise his hand and slap the ass of the girl, who screams, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Shut up, bitch, take my cock…”
Now I can hear her voice, “Fuck me harder! Harder, please!”.
He starts moving faster and grunting and for a moment I’m imagining what would happen if he had a heart stroke there, in the middle of Jacque’s living room.
I move slightly on the right to see if I can see the girl without being caught by Arnold Fuckinegger and I see long, waivy, brown hair. While I’m deciding if I should move a little more or not, I notice something I didn’t see: in front of the two guys, on the wall, there is a fucking mirror. And the girl is fully reflected on it and it’s Jacque’s daughter Jeanne.
I have known Jeanne since she was born. Smart girl, ambitious and super cute. Nice body, slim and sporty, but, as I said, I have been knowing her like forever and this is not something I was expecting to see.
I’m still thinking this, when Jeanne, who probably wanted to watch her lover in the mirror, opens her eyes wide and emits like a strangled sound.
“What’s up, babe?” Sylvester Stalboner asks, slowing the pace, but unexpectedly Jeanne grabs his arm.
“Don’t stop! Keep going!” she screams “Fuck me, I’m almost there!”
That gives him the energy to start fucking her again quick and strong. I keep looking at Jeanne in the mirror and, after a few seconds, she looks at me. She smiles and shows me her tongue, happy and horny.
The only reason I didn’t have a boner is that I’m terrified that his friend could rip my arms off, Chewbacca style, if he discovers what’s happening. But what I’m watching is super hot and I’m totally hypnotized by Jeanne, who keeps eye contact while licking her lips or sucking her fingers.
Suddenly, she makes him stop, and turns around laying on her back. He starts fucking her in missionary position and she puts her legs around his body, moaning and still looking at me.
“I like it! I like it so much!” she says and I don’t know who she’s speaking to.
I look at her and she looks at me, I’m terrified, intrigued and horny.
“I want you to fuck me hard…” she moans and her boyfriend start going deeper and harder “That’s so good! Yes! Fuck yes!” she screams and comes and never stops looking at me and me at her. Almost at the second she stops screaming, her boyfriend takes is cock out and, I suppose, covers her with his cum.
I slowly walk backwards, exit the house and quickly go away still not sure about what happened.

A couple of hours later, I receive a message. It’s Jeanne.
“Hi uncle (she always called me that). I took care of the cats. Biche wasn’t happy that you didn’t come, so tomorrow double ration of meat for them”.
I read the message a couple of times and sincerely don’t know what to do. After a while I answer “Thanks, love. Take care.”.
I put the mobile down and virtually pat my shoulder. Great answer.
A new message.
“Shouldn’t we talk about what happened today?”
I light a cigarette and smoke a little.
“No, we shouldn’t. Actually I would like to forget what I saw today.”
Again: virtual pat. Great job. I’m the best.
“I’m slightly offended, now” she texts me.
“Why that?”
“Are you calling me ugly?”
“Nope. I’m saying that I didn’t want to know anything about your sexual life, Jeanne.”
Third pat. And a glass of whiskey to celebrate my incredible virtue.
“And why didn’t you leave, then?”
Fuck. I take a sip of whiskey.
“I was afraid your boyfriend would notice me and kill me. Who is he? The Rock’s son?”
“Is a friend from the gym.”
“Yeah, I could tell. He could kill me with his thumb.”
“He probably could. He’s a krav maga instructor.”
“You see? I risked my life.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“I am.”
“Can we talk about it, please?”
“No, we can’t. You’re a beautiful and gorgeous girl and the man who will marry you will be lucky and blessed, but I literally changed your diapers and I would like to stick to that.”
“So you’re basically saying that you prefer Remember me covered by shit than by cum, correct?”
“Good night, Jeanne.”
I put away the mobile phone, take my cup of whiskey and turn on the TV to watch something. For the whole time, I keep thinking about what I saw that afternoon.
Later that night, I’m going to bed when I receive a message from Jeanne.
“Are you angry?”
‘I’m not, love, don’t you worry.”
“OK. I didn’t do anything bad.”
“Of course not, it’s been an unfortunate incident.”
“Can I confess you something?”
“I think maybe is better not.”
“It turned me on.”
“I said better not.”
“Oh come on. It turned on you too.”
“Not really.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly. I was embarrassed.”
“…”
Two minutes and another message. It’s a picture: she raised her top and showed me her boobs. Firm, with nice pink nipples and a fucking underboobs tattoo and I know a little fetish for tattooed girls.
“Fuck, Jeanne! Don’t send me this kind of pictures!”
“Are you still embarrassed?”
“Now I’m angry.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Why aren’t you with your parents anyway?”
“I have exams. And I didn’t want to go to fucking Normandie.”
“Jesus Christ. I’m deleting everything, do the same. Fuck, your dad will kill me.”
“Can I show you one more thing, before?”
“No. Stop.”
“It’s note a nude pic,I swear.”
“What is it?”
The picture arrives: it’s a selfie, she’s winking and smiling and showing me her tongue and I see something I didn’t noticed that afternoon. She has a fucking piercing on it.
“Jesus Christ. Go to sleep. Delete everything.”
“I will. Sleep tight, uncle. Love you.”
“Me too, love.”
I stay in my bed and read again the chat. Than I look to the pictures she sent me, grab my hard cock and wank on them, cumming hard very quick.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v15tx2/mf_how_catsitting_lent_to_something_complicated