Chapter Fourteen
Kristene
Viktor’s guest bedroom was larger than the room at the motel. The bed was even comfortable. Over the years, I’d gotten used to living with Jocelyn in the one-bedroom apartment, but when she moved out, I was alone again. I still couldn’t believe she’d just take off like that, but she was a grown adult—and so was I. I guess I just needed some closure. No one liked it when someone ran out on them without a word.
After I made the deal with Viktor this morning, I’d gotten right down to business going from room to room, making an inventory list and jotting down notes of what needed cleaning, upgrading, and rearranging. Viktor had given me free reign to do whatever I wanted with the place. He had some furniture hanging out in the attic and basement that he hadn’t even gotten around to putting out yet.
Today was eventful, but tomorrow was going to be the day I really had to prove myself.
Roy was tucked in bed, tired from his day with Nathan, the Bennetts’ son. After dinner, Viktor retreated to a small home office to review last year’s financials while I wrote up my checklist. By the time I completed that, he was still working late, so I took the time to take a nice, long soak in the tub.
At midnight, I was still up wondering why I couldn’t fall asleep. I’d been staying up late these past few nights worrying about my sister.
Feeling agitated, I swung the cover off and headed to the kitchen to get a snack and a drink.
I noticed Roy’s lights were on and climbed up the stairs to see if he needed anything. I cracked his door and smiled when I saw him curled up on the floor fast asleep with some toy soldiers surrounding him. Apparently, the little guy had gotten up in the middle of the night and decided it was a good time to play with his toys.
Surprised at how heavy a sleeping six-year-old boy was, I picked him up and tucked him back in bed. After a couple minutes of watching him settling down, I turned off the lights and closed the door.
On the way back down the hallway, I passed Viktor’s room. The door was cracked open a bit and I heard a deep moan.
The guy was a workaholic for sure. I couldn’t believe that he was still up working. I guess it was true what my grams told me all those years ago. When you worked for yourself, there were no set hours.
Thinking that he might need something from the kitchen while I was down there, I peeked through the crack in the door. I’d never been in Viktor’s room, so it took me a moment to find him. Of course, the bed wasn’t the first place my eyes went, but there he was, lying in the center of a huge four poster bed that looked California king-sized.
He was completely naked. Not a quilt or sheet covered him.
My breath rushed out of me when I realized that his hand was wrapped around his big, long cock. He was pleasing himself, stroking it up and down. His eyes were closed, and his face was tilted upward as if he were looking at the ceiling.
Something inside me awakened and I swallowed down the dryness in my throat. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t look away from the beauty even if I wanted to.
My nipples beaded painfully. I brought my hand up to my breasts to massage the soreness away. My clit pulsed eagerly, and it felt like cream was pooling between my legs. A cold draft unfolded over my bare legs and drifted up between the long men’s shirt that I used for a nightshirt.
Viktor moaned again.
I needed to go now before he caught me snooping.
Oh God. What would he do to me if he caught me watching him please himself?
I licked my lips and focused my attention on him as he slid his palm up and down his cock. His length had to have been as long as a ruler and then some. He was thick and wide.
His teeth were clamped down on his bottom lip and he raised his hips up as he pumped the shaft downward.
Both fingers went to my nipples and I squeezed my legs together, pressing my clit tightly to keep it from reacting.
“Oh…” I bit back a moan.
He pumped himself faster and faster. I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted the tail end of my nightshirt and slid my fingers down into the front of my panties. I found my center in no time. I bit softly into my bottom lip as I dipped my fingers between my slit.
I matched his rhythm, rubbing my clit, determined to reach climax. I wanted his cock so badly inside of me. Nothing had hindered me before from getting what I wanted. I wouldn’t let my virginity stop me from getting what I needed. I leaned against the wall beside the door, slipped two fingers into my pussy and pumped them in and out.
Viktor sucked in a deep breath and growled. Something heightened and grew inside of me. My legs quaked as my body responded more and more to the visual and physical stimulation.
I turned my head slightly, peering through the crack again, watching him stroke himself with vigor. In the shadows, I witnessed as a thick rope of white cream burst from the head of his cock. He moaned through his climax as milky cum streamed down his hand and onto his groan and belly.
I’d never seen anything like it before. The sight of it engrained itself in my mind and took me right over the edge. I thought I held back a moan, but a bit of the noise slipped out like a whimper. I closed my eyes, imagining that Viktor’s hands were all over me and surrendered my body to a satisfying orgasm.
I had gotten so caught up in pleasing myself that I didn’t realize that Viktor had gotten up, pushed the door wide open, and was staring at me.
My body was so worked up from my climax that I didn’t even feel the heat of embarrassment wash over me. His lips were parted. His chest moved up and down. Although, he’d spent his load just a moment ago, his cock was once again stiff and heavily-veined.
I licked my lips, fixed my nightshirt, and rose my gaze to meet his.
I smiled, blushing.
He grinned.
“I came by to see if you wanted something from downstairs,” I panted. My voice cracked nervously as I spoke.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Well then, if you don’t want anything, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night, Viktor.”
I hurried back down the hallway, down the stairs, and went straight back to the guest bedroom. Whatever it was that I wanted from the kitchen before, I didn’t have a need for now. After tucking myself in, I fell asleep in no time and slept through the rest of the night.
Chapter Fifteen
Viktor
When I got up the next morning, I heard lots of commotion down in the kitchen. Roy was sitting on the counter explaining to Kristene why his favorite football team was going to make the playoffs while she was busy mixing something in a bowl. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and a loose belly-revealing cut-off t-shirt. I had already concluded that whatever Kristene wore, she was going to look hot in.
“Hey uncle,” Roy chimed.
“Hey buddy.” I walked into the kitchen. “What have you two gotten into early this morning?”
Roy’s face brightened. “Ms. Kristene’s making pancakes. Blueberry pancakes.”
“That sounds yummy,” I said, then rose my gaze to meet Kristene’s.
We shared a long glance. The moment she blushed, I knew she was thinking about what happened last night between us.
I still couldn’t believe that I’d found her on the other side of the door spying on me and rubbing her pussy to orgasm. I wasn’t ashamed to say I masturbated. I relieved myself often, but last night was the first night that I imagined fucking a woman while doing it. Not just any woman. I thought of how tight Kristene would be around my cock while I pleased her. Even though I knew the possibility of ever taking her to my bed were slim to none, I got off on the thought anyway. It was a good thing she ran off down the hall after that. To get my erection to go down, I had taken a long, cold shower.
“Hey Roy, how about setting the table for breakfast?” I suggested, following the awkward silence that filled the kitchen.
Roy hopped off the counter and began grabbing plates and utensils.
“
I know what you’re going to say…” Kristene said in almost a whisper.
“You do? What?”
“You know, about last night. I’m sorry—”
“Don’t apologize,” I said. “I’m glad we were both able to make it worth our while.”
She blushed. “Can you get me a griddle for the pancakes?” she asked.
I grabbed a clean griddle pan from the dishwasher and placed it on the stove.
“Listen, when we’re done with breakfast, I’m taking Roy to the Bennetts’ house. We’re going on the ATV this time. You hear that, Roy?”
“Alright! Yes, you finally fixed it!” Roy shouted from across the kitchen.
“Yup. It just needed a bit of maintenance, kid.” I turned to Kristene. “Will you be okay while I’m gone?”
She nodded. “Sure. I’ve got plenty of things to keep me busy. I started that cleaning list last night. I’m keeping track by zones. Today, I’ll be cleaning out the kitchen and bath areas. It’s why I’m dressed down like this if you haven’t noticed.”
Oh, I noticed…
She looked hot as hell in those sweats and the little short tee that hugged her breasts.
“I told you before. You don’t have to dress a certain way around here. You get the job done and that’s all that matters.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. I plan on working until about noon and then take a quick break. I was hoping I could use your computer again too,” she said.
“That’s fine with me. You’re a guest here, after all. And I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be working out of the home office today mostly, so I won’t be a bother.”
“Okay.”
When she ran her tongue between her lips, all I could do was think about kissing her. That first time had been amazing. I wanted nothing more than to touch her soft skin and play with her body for hours.
Cut it out, Kamaz. She’s here to help you out around the house.
As much as I tried, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the way she looked when she reached climax. I wondered if her fingers still tasted like her pussy. I bet she was sweet, just like her voice.
Damn it.
I grabbed a glass jar of coffee beans and a grinder as she poured the batter on the griddle. When she stole a glance at me, she pursed her lips a little and they beckoned to me.
Even when she opened the fridge and leaned over to pluck out the butter, my groin tightened in my jeans.
She straightened up and grinned when she caught me looking. “Why don’t you have a seat? You can continue watching me from the table, if that’s what you want…” she teased, giving me a playful stare.
Was she really serious or was she truly playing with me? Something told me that she was really enjoying this little game. I was no longer in control of my emotions. They had a mind of their own. If she kept this up, I was going to bury my cock twelve inches deep in her virgin pussy.
Chapter Sixteen
Kristene
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. But here I was, just three feet away from Viktor’s office door wondering if he was ever going to come out. I’d never known anyone to work as much as he did. Of course, he had something to show for all of his hard work and dedication. Actually, he had a lot to show for it.
The house was quiet, which really didn’t bother me. I was used to being alone in my apartment, so the lack of noise wasn’t an issue. But here, I wasn’t alone. Just knowing that Viktor was in the same house as me was a distraction in and of itself. Oddly enough, I finished my work for the day.
My stomach emitted a loud grumble, reminding me what my plan was before I decided to stop by Viktor’s office. I ignored my tummy and approached the office door, which was opened about twelve inches or so.
I knocked on the door softly. “Viktor?”
“Come on in,” he called out.
I pushed the door open and walked inside.
His desk sat to the far-left side of the room near some bay windows. The curtains were pulled back, revealing the back yard covered in a thick blanket of fresh snow.
He closed the binder he’d been looking through, stacked it on a tray of papers, and gave me his full attention.
“I was going to make a sandwich and wondered if you’d like me to bring you one.”
“Sure. It’s about that time, isn’t it?” He glanced down at his wristwatch.
“If you’re not ready to eat, I can make it when you’re ready. No biggie.”
“I could use something now. I’m expecting a call soon from my banker, so I’ll have it here at my desk.”
“Be right back,” I said.
As I was pulling out all of the ingredients to make our sandwiches, my cell phone rang. I extracted it from the pocket of my sweatpants and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Is this Kristene Hunt?”
The voice was unfamiliar, so I looked down at the Caller ID to check before pressing the phone to my ear again. “Yes, this is Kristene. Who’s calling?”
“Natalie White. Down at the Sheriff’s office.”
“Oh, that’s right! Hey Natalie,” I exclaimed.
“I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”
“No, not at all.” I shook my head.
“I thought you’d be heading out of town by now. I know a lot of folks are worrying about all the ice and snow,” Natalie said.
“Luckily, I’m used to the cold and snow. Driving in this kind of weather is another issue all together. I’m staying put…for now.”
“Yeah, you do that. We don’t need anybody going out on scavenger hunts this time of year. Last year around this time, we got four feet of snow in some places,” she said.
“That’s impressive.”
“Anyway, hun, I wanted to reach out to you before I leave for the day. I don’t know if I’ll be back at the station tomorrow with the weather and all.”
I stopped short of opening the jar of mayo to brace myself for news about my sister. “Yes? Have you heard anything?”
“Just a tip. It seems that someone may have spotted your sister at a truck stop right outside of town. She wasn’t alone either. There were three others with her. They were seen getting into the back of a truck with an Oregon license plate.”
I sighed in relief, but my chest still tightened with fresh anxiety. “Why would she hitchhike? She told me she had a car.”
“That’s all I know. But that particular truck stop is popular with hitchhikers. We get truckers in here from all over the country. Sometimes they’re legit and other times we get the occasional drug or human smuggler, unfortunately.”
“Oh, no…” My stomach dropped.
“Now before you get your bloomers in a bunch, we think your sister’s case is different. They have surveillance out there, but like I said, it doesn’t appear that your sister was forced into anything suspicious. This account comes from a trusted source at the weigh station. The clerk picked her photo right out of a lineup of people he’d recognized over the past couple of months. Your sister and her companions likely hitched a ride out of there. That leads me to believe that there wasn’t any fool play involved. Now as far as what happened to her once she got in that truck…well…that’s the mystery.”
“That’s good to hear, Natalie. That means she’s not missing somewhere out in the mountains or anything. Thank you so much for helping me.”
“No problem. I wish I could give you more information, but that’s all I’ve got right now. I could run the license plate, but it could take days or weeks to reach the owner. These truckers usually aren’t all that responsive, being on the road 24/7 and such.”
“I understand.”
“Those companions of hers weren’t Arrow Lake residents either, but I’ll see what I can find. If they used an alias, which I suspect, it’s going to be hard to locate anybody.”
“Right. I think I may have some information too. She mentioned something about hanging out at a nightclub with some guys from a band. Her boyfrien
d is a member.”
“Well, that’s a start, hun. So, where are you staying now? At Meadow’s Peak motel, right?”
I cleared my throat. “Uh…no, I was there, but I found a room with Viktor at Cordwood Rentals.” I didn’t know how much to reveal about my arrangement with Viktor, so I left it at that.
“You mean Kamaz? Viktor Kamaz?”
“Yes, he was kind enough to offer me a room to uh…to make things easier.”
“Hmmm, I see,” she said. There was a long pause. “I’ll be in touch, Ms. Kristene Hunt.”
After thanking Natalie again for her help, I disconnected the call. I was pleased that I was more than one step closer to finding out why my sister disappeared without a trace and then halted all communication with me. Although, there wasn’t any evidence of foul play at the moment, I was still a bit unnerved about her sudden change in interests and behavior. Maybe I was overreacting. For years, we’d been sheltered by our grandmother who truly wanted the best for us. Even before that, when our parents were alive, we were always getting in trouble at school. It only made sense that my sister would want to run free from her past and distance herself even further.
It took me triple the time to make two sandwiches as I mulled over everything. It was a good thing that I had a few hours before it was time to prepare dinner to compare my findings with the facts that Natalie had just given me. At least I had some news, which was better than no news at all.
Before Viktor believed I’d forgotten about his lunch, I plated his sandwich and headed back toward his office. I knocked softly before entering. He immediately closed down his laptop and smiled.
“Where’s yours?” he asked.
“On the kitchen counter.”
“Why? You’re going to eat lunch too, right?”
“Of course. I just figured you’d continue working in here,” I replied.
“You can bring your sandwich in here if you like and eat with me. I could use the company,” he said.
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