by Candy Quinn
I jerked awake with a muffled shout. Sitting straight up in bed, I reached a shaking hand under the comforter to feel the wetness between my legs. I shook my head, trying to banish the dream from my consciousness.
Did I honestly just have a sex dream about my brand-new stepbrother?!
Cole
I tried to keep quiet while I moved alongside the hedges surrounding my dad’s property, tugging at the straps of the small, black bag of equipment hanging over my shoulder. Trying to keep quiet on the way up to the manor, I’d left my bike about a mile down the road behind a little thicket where Chelsea and I used to play back when we were kids. Even after that, I’d kept off the road on my way up here, remembering the old path I used to take the many times I’d snuck out of the house while I was a teenager, before I was ever able to really get out from under Dad’s roof. Aside from some overgrown pathways from the couple of years of disuse, the way to the house was mostly unchanged. If my luck decided to keep going this way, this break-in would be simple.
Once I was up to the hedges that decorated the tall fences surrounding the perimeter, the real question became whether or not he’d decided to change around the household security systems. Back when I’d needed to sneak out pretty regularly, I’d had to deal with the ton of surveillance Dad had outfitted the place with. It was a lot more than was probably necessary, but a guy like Dad was the kind of figure that attracted a lot of media attention—and a lot of stalker attention, as it turned out. The whole reason the pool house had its own alarm system was that a journalist had stumbled in on me while I was using the guest room in there to watch TV. She’d gotten in expecting to find my dad and snap a photo of him watching a porno for the tabloids. I thought that was hilarious, and once we’d gotten to talking for a while, we used the king-size bed to make a little news of our own that didn’t make it on the record. She’s moved out of town since then, but I still get a message every now and then asking for “a follow-up story”.
My getting into the place today, though, would be all the harder because I was trying it in the middle of the day. I knew that Dad was out of the house, meeting with one of his agents at this time of day, and the newsfeeds told me that Mackenzie and her mom were out shopping for wedding dresses today. The only people at the house might be a few of the serving staff, and security wouldn’t be tight in broad daylight. Of course, the daylight also meant I had to be a hell of a lot more careful.
I kept low as I approached a section of the hedges I knew to be a blind spot. There weren’t many like this, though, and it was only clear for a couple of seconds, so I pulled out my phone to check the feed I’d hacked into earlier. The guys I’d bought the program from told me I could use it to just shut the cameras off, but that would draw too much attention—I had to be careful to pull this off. On my little screen, I watched the little area in question move out of view, and I darted for it, legs pumping across the fine grass that surrounded the place. At the hedge, I dove forward, thrusting myself into the shrubbery while prone.
Now was the tricky part. There was a little tunnel I’d dug under the fence’s perimeter not too far from here, but I had to crawl through a good span of hedge to get to it, and it seemed a lot thicker than it ever had been. I hadn’t been expecting to put those hours in my personal gym to use by breaking back into the house I’d spent months trying to escape, but as I felt my forearms and calves going to work pushing me forward through the brush, I was grateful for it either way. The material my turtleneck was made of kept itself from getting snagged on branches too often, so all I had to worry about was not making too much noise while I moved toward my—
I felt my heart plummet. I’d reached the spot where my old tunnel was, but there was nothing there but a patch of dry dirt. The bastard had it covered up. He’d known. Immediately, my eyes flicked around for the glint of a camera lens. If he knew about the tunnel, there was no doubt in my mind he’d set up a surveillance here in case I tried something like this. I had to move fast now. I whipped out my phone, heart now racing.
Nothing on the camera feeds. I shook a little bit of the bushes to see whether it showed up, and I found my patch of hiding-hedge in the range of a camera sweep that offered about ten seconds of a blind spot. Fuck.
There was only one way in now. I stared at my screen, counting the time until I’d memorized the pattern down to the second. Waiting until the camera would be just about to pan away, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and took a breath. 5…4…3…
I erupted from the bushes and grasped the metal fence bars, hoisting myself up and gripping the surfaces with my hands and feet. I felt my abs clench and relax as I shimmied up faster than I’d ever moved at the gym, and it took me back a couple years ago to when my harness had given out on a mountain climbing trip in the Andes. I was grateful that it wasn’t as cold as then, but the sense of urgency was about the same.
My heart was in my throat by the time I reached the top of the fence, cruel iron posts reaching a point at the top. Gathering the last of my strength, my timeframe shrinking fast, I took a breath and hoisted myself up and over, dropping down to the ground on the other side of the fence. I barely caught myself as I did—I wasn’t about to let the servants find me unconscious on Dad’s property, carrying all this equipment.
The rest of the way up to the house was child’s play, literally—I’d run this path a hundred times as a kid. Over to the statue first, duck behind the leftmost side and wait. The cameras were visible from here. As soon as the first one is out of the way, head for the fountain, move counterclockwise around it with the path of the second camera. The rest of the way is home-free. Except it wasn’t. As I darted up to the backside of the house, I thought about how to get to my destination. This time, I wasn’t going to be slipping through the kitchen and into my room like usual. Back then, the staff knew better than to raise hell about that while I was living there with them, but now, I figured it would be more trouble than it was worth. I tried to think, and I couldn’t just stand there dawdling for long.
It dawned on me. There was a staff bathroom on the second floor that had a laundry chute leading down to the first floor. If I could shimmy up the fence, I figured, I could do the same down a chute.
Hopping up again, I gripped the side of one of the half-columns that made up the sides of the first floor. My gloves and shoes were made to grip this kind of relatively smooth stone, but it wasn’t perfect. I made my way up while trying to keep from grunting or breathing loudly. Before long, I was hoisting myself up onto a windowsill that led into the bathroom. Just as I did, I had the afterthought that I should have noticed the steam trailing up out of the open window.
My feet had just touched the floor inside when I heard a gasp come from the shower, and I looked up in horror. It was the woman I’d pushed past on the way in to confront my dad yesterday, the one who tried to dissuade me. She seemed to be just getting out of the shower when I had come through the window. It had taken me a second to recognize her, with her wet hair draped over her shoulder, her neat uniform replaced by her slick, soaking, naked body. I can’t imagine what must have been racing through her mind as she saw me, dressed all in black and stray leaves, looking like a burglar and bursting in on her exposed form even as her hands quickly darted to her breasts and the lips between her legs. As I took a few steps toward her, putting a finger to my lips, one of her legs lifted up as she leaned against the wall and turned inward, her eyes wide in terror.
“You!” she nearly whispered, “what are you doing here, what do you—”
“Shhh,” I urged her, coming close and peering down at her with a meaningful look, “I need you to keep quiet, got it? I was never here, and you never saw me.” I couldn’t remember the woman’s name, but I thought I remembered her vaguely as one of the laundry workers.
As I stood over her, though, waiting for her response, the look in her eyes became something I recognized instantly. Most of the staff members at the manor were attractive—Dad liked to keep his posse
ssions easy on the eyes, I guessed. I wondered whether this woman had looked at me like this while I still lived here. Her hand moved up to her throat, and she hesitated a moment, but I could see how badly she wanted to move her hand onto my chest, to stroke down from my neck to my pecs and under my tight-fitting shirt.
“Cole, I—your father isn’t here, why are you…”
“That’s none of your business, alright? I might not live here anymore, but don’t think that telling anyone about my being here won’t cost you your job, go it?”
“Yes sir, of course,” she nodded quickly, looking down, “it’s just…I never expected you to see me like, this, I—”
“Hurry up, I haven’t got much time!”
“I’m sorry, but seeing you in such a fury yesterday,” her face was reddening at the cheeks, “it made me regret that in all the years I’ve served you here, I’d never had the chance to…really serve you, I mean.”
The last awkward words had desire in them, I felt, as I watched the wet, naked woman let her hand fall from her breasts as she dared to look back up at me. Even as I watched her other hand at her womanhood twitch, I felt a mix of emotions swell in me while my cock stiffened. It wasn’t like I hadn’t fucked the servants before—in fact, this woman must have been incredibly shy to have not opened herself like this until now—but something felt, well, not quite right, and I couldn’t figure out why. Wanting to hurry this along, I put a hand out against the wall, looming over her and giving her a hard look.
“Please, sir,” she whimpered, “but the way you broke in as you did, and god, I’m just so exposed, it’s something some of us workers—something I’ve only dreamed of,” she blurted in an embarrassed mouthful, looking up at me with pleading eyes. My cock was hard, but it felt wrong, somehow. “I swear, I won’t breathe a word, but before you go, I just want a moment.”
Well, I thought, I may not like it, but giving her what she’s begging for might guarantee her silence. My hard stare still locked with hers a moment, I let it flick to the doorway, then back to her as I nodded my head down to the ground.
In an instant, the naked woman, still shining with water from the shower as the scent of flowery body soap still filled the room, went to her knees as I allowed her to unzip my pants. While I felt her hands hungrily exploring my muscles on her way down, I moved a gloved hand to cup her breast as she went, and then, as her eyes became all the more desirous at the sight of my exposed cock, I took her chin in my thumb and forefinger to raise her gaze to meet mine. “Make it quick,” I commanded her, and she nodded hastily.
I heard a sigh of delight as her lips covered the tip of my cock, and I felt a strange pang of guilt at the sensation. This was a distraction, I realized as the woman devoured my crown greedily. Not the explicit kind of distraction, but this was a waste of time. I had a job to do here.
The whole reason I’d come back to break into this place was to get to Mackenzie’s room. I had to protect her, and to do that, I had to keep an eye on her. In the small bag of equipment I’d brought was a small camera that I was planning to install in her room. The camera was outfitted to send a live feed back to a monitor I had back at my place. It was the only way to make sure that Dad wasn’t going to start abusing her immediately—if he tried anything like that, I had to be the first to know. Besides that, I still had to find a way to get her out of the house. Watching her to find some kind of evidence, something that would give me leverage for convincing her to leave, was the only way I could help her for her own good.
The woman’s soft tongue massaged the bottom of my shaft as her mouth took in as much of my cock as it could, and even as the pleasure washed up my body, I couldn’t help but think of protecting Mackenzie. This kind of fooling around just didn’t feel the same, not while she was in danger. Even with a gorgeous woman on her knees, sucking on my cock like it was a prize, I couldn’t help thinking of the young woman who was soon to be my step-sister, and how I might be letting her down by wasting my time here. I took a handful of the woman’s wet hair in my hand, working my hips to speed this along, and even as her eyes looked up at me with desire and a mouthful of my cock, I imagined my step-sister looking up at me sadly, wishing I’d done more for her.
Don’t worry, Mackenzie, I’m here for you, I thought to myself, and as I did, the woman’s work brought me over and past the point of no return, and I pulled my cock out of her mouth, gripping it with my hand as she turned her face up to receive me with a look of utmost pleasure and expectation. My head rolled up and I supported myself against the wall as I aimed my shaft at her, and a jet of white fluid shot out of my crown. The nameless servant gasped in desire as it struck her across the mouth and cheek, and she let herself slump backwards while the rest of my load came out all over her. While the urgent thought of protecting Mackenzie haunted me, the woman massaged her clit as stream after stream of my come hit her breasts, her stomach, and her neck. She was absolutely defeated before me, looking wholly satisfied as she masturbated on the floor there.
I didn’t have time to stick around. “Might want another shower,” I suggested curtly as I stuffed my cock back into my pants on the way towards the laundry chute.
“T-thank you, sir,” I heard her whisper at me as I left.
The rest of the way to Mackenzie’s room was no trouble to find. I made my way down the chute as silently as I could, sliding down easily while most noise in the small space was covered by the soon-distant sounds of the maid touching herself and moaning softly. I felt guilty about it. Not that I’d left her there, but that I’d risked getting caught for a quick blowjob just because she’d asked for it. I realized that I couldn’t waste time with any of that kind of thing anymore, not while Mackenzie was in danger. I came out into the laundry room, which was thankfully empty. If the maid’s presence in the bathroom was any indication, most of the staff was either on lunch or away right now. Exiting the room and heading up the hallway to Mackenzie’s door was simplicity itself. Remembering all the times I’d pushed open my sister’s door to see her, I entered Mackenzie’s room and closed it behind me.
The room was a little more organized than I’d left it yesterday. Mackenzie must have hustled on getting everything unpacked, and I really couldn’t blame her for wanting to jump quickly into a life unlike any she’d ever dreamed. If only she knew the reality that might be awaiting her. But I couldn’t sit around and speculate for long, since just about anything could go wrong with this kind of operation—if Mackenzie got home and found me here, I’d have blown all hope of rescuing her.
Fortunately, I’d been able to scope out the room when I first visited it, so all the planning about where to set up the camera was already done. On top of her dresser was a large mirror, and the top corners of that were decorated with little bouquets of fake purple and white flowers. I reached up and took down the one on the right, which was closest to the back wall, giving me the fullest view of the room. The camera was small, so it was simple enough to affix it in there to where it would be discrete. I made sure it still had a clear view of the room and stepped back to appraise my work. I walked up and down the room, staring at the flowers to see if any lighting could catch a glint of the lens.
Nothing. Everything was perfect. I smiled to myself, satisfied, and took a moment to look around the room. I wondered whether she always kept the place so tidy, or if the state of her room was just the early stages of an inevitable huge mess. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a little time to look around and see if there was anything that might help me get a head start on evidence that could be used against her.
There wasn’t much at the desk. Just a few college pamphlets that might have given me some hope that she was about to head out of the house for her degree, but my heart sank as I saw that the one brochure that was covered in hearts and had phone numbers underlined was a local university, not a half-hour drive from here. She’d be going to school locally, I realized, and with Dad’s money, there was no chance she wouldn’t be accepted. The desk had a f
ew other doodads; a few drawings of animals, what looked like letters from relatives, and some old pictures of herself and a friend. One friend, I noticed. She must not be the most social person in the world. Chelsea was always shy, too. I remember her never leaving my side, even when she had birthday parties with the other actors’ kids.
As I perused the room, I started wondering whether Chelsea’s room wouldn’t look something like this by now, too. The closet held a pretty wide variety of outfits that seemed to get a lot of use—the more formal stuff was probably in one of the walk-in closets around the house, top-of-the-line dresses that Chelsea would be wearing to her first prom sometime this year.
I turned to the drawer where I’d set up the camera next. I was beginning to realize that I wasn’t going to find anything of use at this point. After all, who keeps incriminating evidence somewhere they just moved? All the better that I got the camera set up early, then: I wouldn’t miss it when it happened. The drawers were pretty mundane. There were socks and underwear in the top drawers, surprisingly lacy little pieces for someone who seemed so shy. I shut that one quickly and moved on, looking through designer jeans, short-shorts, spaghetti straps, and…what was that?
The sound of something hard rolling on the bottom drawer caught my attention. I pulled it open and stuck my hand in under some pajama pants, feeling around until—
Bzzzzzz!
“Fuck!” I whispered loudly, my face going red as I fumbled to shut off the vibrator I’d just turned on. It finally went off with a click when I turned the base of the thing. After my heart stopped pounding and I’d made sure nobody had heard that racket, I looked back at the little device I held in my hand. Well, maybe not so little. Fuck, this thing must be almost a foot long. It was a mild-looking, slightly curved piece of lilac material that was soft yet firm.
A thought occurred to me that made my face redden unexpectedly. Would Chelsea have one of these at this age? I realized that I could very well have been holding my own sister’s vibrator, and I quickly put it back where I found it and shut the drawer. I had to get out of here before everyone got back, anyway.
