A Simple Life: Chapter 51 (Patreon)

“Goood morning Pops.”  Winona says, perhaps a bit too bright and cheery.  “Isn’t it a wonderful day!”

“What are you doin out here?”

“Just out for a…”

“Kittens!”  He hoots.  “Hold on there!  Where ya all goin?”

“You’re scaring them Dad.”

“Ha ha!  Not so fast you little squirt”  There’s a sudden rustle.  “Gotcha!”

My heart beating double time I creep to the corner and take a peek around it.  There I see Winona’s father, even bigger than I remembered him, with the little orange kitten held by the back of his neck, the scruff between a meaty finger and thumb.  Looking no bigger than a morsel the tiny kitten hangs helplessly there in front of Amos’ smiling face.  In the meantime the kitten’s family was disappearing back among the derelict cars from where they’d come, leaving the little fella alone!  The poor guy!

I am building up my gumption to go save my friend, somehow, when Winona steps in.  Thankfully!

“Don’t hold him like that!”  She carefully takes him from her dad’s fingers.  Taking his hand she turns it to face palm up and lays the orange fuzzer upon it.  “Be gentle.  He’s just little.”

“Ah, kittens are made to be carried that way.”

“By their moms.”

Amos lifts the befuddled kitty to just in front of his face.  “Hey there squirt.”  He pats him between the ears with the index finger of his other hand, the tip of his finger half the size of the kitten’s whole head.  It mews at him which sets him off into a bellowing chuckle.  “He likes me!”

“He's probably crying for his mom.”  Winona says, nervously glancing back my way.  When she spots me peeking she gives me a wide-eyed look of ‘WTF are you doing!?’.  I tuck back behind the building to wait until she could draw him indoors.  “Hey Pops, I wanted to show you something in here.”

“What’s his name?”

“He doesn’t have a name.  He’s feral.”  She says.  “Anyway, just come on and…”

“He’s nibbling my finger!  Ha ha ha!”

“Could you put the cat down for second.”  She says, her voice wavering between insistence and pleading.  “Come on.  I’ll make ya some coffee.”

“I brought us some coffee.  In the cab.”  He says.  “Ooo!  You’re a fighter, are ya?  Ha ha ha!  Hey!  He licked me!  Ha ha ha!”

“You’re worse than a kid I swear.”

“What are you feeding these guys?”

“Huh?  Uh, just some canned food I picked up in town.”

“Not that cheap shit from the grocery store I hope.”

“They seem to like it.”

“This little lion needs the good stuff.”

“Good stuff?”  Winona sighs.  “Dad.  If you could just…”

“I think we found our new shop cat!”  He announces.  “Our lucky charm!”

“You know Mom’s allergic.”

“She won’t be up here much.”

“After all these years, after all the times I begged, NOW we can get a cat?”

“There’s no dogs here that are going to eat him.”  He says.  “Besides, it’s just a shop cat.  Doesn’t count.”

“She won’t be happy.”

“I’ll say it’s your cat.  You always wanted one.”

“Oh no!  You’re not putting this on me.”

There’s a long pause before he says.  “I’m naming him Brutus.”

“PFFF!”  Winona laughs.  “Brutus!?”

“Look at him.  He’s a Brutus.”  He says.  “What do ya think squirt?  Are you a Brutus?”  Amos’ deep chortle rings out.  “HA HA HA HA!”

I cannot help another peak.  I clamp my hand over my mouth so as not to giggle myself.  Amos was nuzzling his big nose into the chest of the minuscule feline as it kneaded on his cherubic cheeks and licked his broad forehead.  The pair of them looked as happy as could be.  If I didn’t believe in love at first sight before I certainly believed in it now.  I pull back again and creep my way to other corner.  He wasn’t inside yet but mighty Brutus had him plenty distracted.

“You’re feeding him on the dirty ground!?”  Amos chides.  “Winona!  Don’t worry buddy.  I’ll get you a proper dish.”

“Come on then.  Let’s find him a bowl.”

At last I hear the back door open followed by their voices fading from earshot.  Getting down to crawl like a spider I creep under the big front window of the customer service area, no doubt getting an odd look from the car that was cruising by on the highway, then bolt across the closed bay doors.  At the opposite corner from when I started I peer around the building to see Winona’s truck and Amos’ big black full-sized SUV parked beside it.  The coast wasn’t getting any clearer so I continue on.  Slipping between the two vehicles I slink to Winona’s passenger door, only to find it locked.

“Damn.”

Staying as low as possible I keep an eye out through the cab of the truck, ready to run at a moment’s notice.  While my heart was beating and my hands sweaty there was something about this was actually kind of…fun!  The risk of getting caught with Winona in an obviously incriminating scenario filling me with a strange thrill.  After I couple of minutes I hear the door slam closed.  I tense up, ready to dart, but relax again as I see Winona walking swiftly around the building.

She unlocks the truck and we both hop in.

“That was c-c-close!”  I say at a loud whisper, a silly smile plastered on my face.

“Closer than you think.”  She says as she starts up the engine.  “You forgot your vest in the washroom.”

“Oh no!”

“I was able to hide it before Dad saw it.”  She smirks.  “Luckily he only had eyes for Brutus.”

“Brutus to the rescue.”  I giggle.  “This is kind of exciting.”

“Exciting?”  She look over at me.  “More like…”  Her hand snaps out to grab me by the back of my head.  The next thing I knew I was face down in her crotch!  Her right hand palming my head she pushes me down hard into her junk as her left hand lowers the window.  “Need somethin Pops?”

“Forgot the coffee.”  He says.

I stay very still as I listen to Amos walk across in front of Winona’s truck and open the driver’s door of his SUV.  From there just one glance inside and he would see me.  I couldn’t see a thing as demin covered my face so have to just wait and listen.  Time seems to slow, seconds were minutes, as we await our fate.  In trying to keep me hidden Winona and I had ended up in a far worse position.  As he rummages in his car I knew that he was only six feet away from my unlocked door at my feet!  GEEZ!

I only let out a breath once I hear the door close again and his foot falls pass around the front once more.  Through her dick mashed into my face I could feel Winona unclench as well.

“See ya soon?”

“Yep.”  Winona says as casually as she could manage.  “See ya soon Pops.  Won’t be too long.”

There’s a pause then.  “Hey!”

Winona lets out a snort of frustration.  “Yes Dad?”

“See if that pet store is open.  Pick up some good food.”

“Good food?”

“Yeah.  Like something gourmet and…healthy.  Something with some nutrition for growing kittens.  Not that mass produced junk.”

I don’t know what possesses me but as Winona and Amos talk…I am seized with the temptation to get frisky.  Having a face full of cock and balls likely a contributing factor.

“Gourmet?  Dad, he’s a kitten not a food cri-TEEP!”

I nuzzle into the long, soft bulge of Winona’s penis.  Making soft little mewls that couldn’t possibly be heard over her running engine I being to kiss and chew against the fabric.  Her hand grips my head hard.

“Not a what?”

“Um…I don’t know.”  Winona blurts.  “Food, got it.  No problem.”

“Get a few different kinds.”  He says.  “We’ll see which one he likes.  Get enough for the others too.”

“Mmmm.”  I coo and root and twirl my face into her, then giggle as I feel her shaft swell against my nose.  She squirms in her seat, her fingers digging into my scalp.  If Amos took just a few steps forward he would see all of this…and probably break me in half.  Yet still I moan and mouth her member through her overalls.  “Mmmmmm.”

“You little shit.”  She mutters low and through unmoving lips.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing!”  Letting go of my head she slams the truck into reverse.  “I’m on it.”

“Oh!  And he’ll need a dish and…”

“Yep!  Yep!”  Winona says already backing up.  “Leave it to me Pops.  Don’t worry about a thing.”  The gas is gunned and we do a near perfect J-Turn before roaring off toward town.  Only when we are well clear does Winona hoist me up and push me back into my seat.  She looks at me with an aghast grin.  “Avery!”  She pushes me by the shoulder.  “AVERY!”

I shrink in my seat with a guilty but totally unrepentant pout.  “B-Born to suck cock, remember?  You can’t just stick a dick in baby girl’s face and expect her not to try.”

“Ha ha ha ha!  What have I created!?”  She reaches out and grabs me again by the back of the neck.  This time though she pulls me into hard kiss.  One hand on the wheel and the other on me she nearly sucks the mouth from my face.  With a big smack of our lips she lets me go.  I tumble back in my seat giggling away as she twists her head and rolls her tongue around her mouth to taste me.  With the sun shining and morning wind whipping in through the open window Winona drums on the wheel.  “AVERYYYY!!!”

“WINONAAAA!!!”  I roll down my window and cry out to the world.  “WINONAAA!!!”

“AHHHHH!!!”

We roll into town laughing with wild abandon, just two young idiots drunk on life.

Chapter 52