WATCHED AT HOME
by
Jean-Luc Cheri
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Watched at Home
Copyright © 2012 by Jean-Luc Cheri
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Book description:
An erotic novella. Erica has desired Shane, her mother’s boyfriend, for a while, and she hoped a year away at college would cure her of the obsession. But during her first weekend back home with him, her lust is rekindled when she discovers a shocking secret he’s been keeping from her: hidden video cameras in their house. Adults only due to graphic sexual content.
Note: This story was formerly published as My Spying Stepdad, and has been edited to remove the incestual themes.
(28,000 words / 112 pages)
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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Watched at Home
Chapter 1
“Erica, what are your plans for your first weekend back home from college?”
I looked up from my cereal and the magazine I was reading to see Shane at the refrigerator, wearing a dress shirt and jeans – his usual work clothes.
“Relaxing around the house, why?”
He shrugged. “Just curious. Have you talked to any of your friends since you got back?”
“No, and I feel a guilty about it.”
“Why?”
“Well, when we all left for college last fall, we promised to stay in touch. And we did for a while, but I guess we got involved in stuff, and we haven’t spoken in months.”
“Are they all back home?”
“I think so,” I said, “I know Beth had to leave school after the first semester, because her mom got sick.”
“Yeah, I ran into her a few months ago at the grocery store. She told me her mom’s getting better.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“You five used to be thick as thieves,” he said. “Remember all those pool parties you used to have here at the house? You girls spent every weekend together.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I miss that.”
“The pool’s still out there.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re only a few phone calls away from doing it again.”
“You mean have a pool party?”
“Why not? What would be a better way of getting you all back together? You could catch up on what you’ve been doing off at college.”
I was beginning to warm up to the idea.
“Tell you what,” he said, “it’s Friday, so why not tonight? Give me a list of the food and drinks you’ll need, and I’ll pick them up on the way home from work. You can call your friends today and set it up.”
I smiled. “Thanks. I think I will. By the way, you seem more enthusiastic about this than me.”
“Um,” he said, looking embarrassed, “it’s just that those parties remind me of your high school days, and I’m feeling kind of old now that you’re grown up and in college.”
My smile widened. “Shane, that’s silly.”
“Silly?”
“Yeah. You’re only twelve years older than me. Thirty-one isn’t even close to being old.”
It was his turn to smile. “Thanks. I need reminded of that once in a while.”
“Speaking of that,” I said, “did you meet anyone special while I was gone?”
His blush returned. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Any new women in your life?”
He shrugged. “No one serious.”
“Any unserious?”
He smiled. “There’s been a few.”
“Really?”
“Does that bother you?”
“No way. I’m happy for you. Mom’s been gone for four years now. You’re still young and handsome. It’s about time you got back on the horse.”
He chuckled and said, “Back in the saddle,”
His words created an image in my mind, and I tried to stop it but failed. When he said ‘saddle’, I thought of him lying between some strange woman’s legs.
Damn, I thought I was over this. I had spent my freshman year at college trying to get these images out of my head. I started off dating random guys, trying to find ones that looked as much unlike Shane as I could – thin nerdy looking guys who were polar opposites of this ruggedly handsome man. I even relieved a few of them of their virginity.
Then one day I met Steve in the library, and I stared at him in shock. He looked almost exactly like a twenty-one year old version of Shane, right down to the same shade of dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular build. He asked me out on the spot, but I refused, committed to breaking free of this perverse attraction I had for my dead mom’s boyfriend.
But Steve was persistent, and finally I gave in, and I soon found myself lying in his bed with my legs spread and my toes pointed towards the ceiling, crying out in pleasure as he fucked me. Somewhere in the middle of it, the combination of his looks and the dim light got to me, and suddenly my brain became convinced that I was fucking Shane instead of Steve. Out of nowhere, my orgasm blasted through me, and I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from calling out the wrong name.
After that, I couldn’t get enough of Steve. We screwed every free minute we had, and I didn’t even try to lie to myself about what I was doing. Since I couldn’t fuck Shane, I was fucking the next best thing, and imagining it was him. When I took Steve’s cock into my mouth, I felt Shane’s hands gripping my hair. When I laid on my stomach, and Steve laid over me with his hard dick sliding into my pussy through my firm asscheeks, it was my Shane’s lips I felt kissing my neck through my long blonde hair. I reveled in it, and didn’t care how wrong it was. Steve was oblivious to it all, thinking he had the good fortune of dating a nymphomaniac.
One time, as Steve and I were removing each other’s clothes as we lay on his bed, my cell phone went off. I felt a small surge of excitement when I saw Shane’s name on the display. I answered it, and it turned out he was only calling to see how I was doing. He told me that if I was busy, he could call back later, but I hurriedly told him no, now would be fine. So we talked about mundane stuff, like my classes and his job.
Steve was lying next to me, propped up on his elbow, staring down at my naked body and waiting for me to finish the phone call. But I had other plans. My free hand slid around his neck, and I pulled him down to my breast. When his lips closed around my nipple, I almost gasped into the phone. The combination of his touch and Shan
e’s voice sent my desire skyrocketing.
As Shane told me about taking the car in to get it fixed, Steve’s mouth slid down over my stomach and found my sopping wet cunt, burying his tongue in it as I distractedly offered ‘uh huh’s into the phone. When Shane got to the part about the tires needing rotated, my orgasm burst through me in a white hot explosion, and I had to bite the pillow in order to keep myself from screaming. After we hung up, I came three more times as I rode Steve’s cock raw.
But as much as Steve was like Shane in bed, he was unlike him out of it. Fascinated with video games and Facebook, he was more like a boy than a man. Where Shane was calm and level-headed, Steve was rash and impulsive. Where Shane’s powerful body gave him quiet confidence, Steve allowed his insecurity to get the best of him.
The end came one night when we were at a bar together, playing pool. In the middle of a game, Steve walked over to small group of guys watching us play, and grabbed one of them by the throat.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” he said.
“Nothing,” the guy managed to choke out in gasps.
“That’s my girl’s ass you’ve been staring at all night, understand?”
I put my hand on Steve’s bicep and tried to pull him away. “Steve, let him go.”
But he shrugged me off and leaned into the kid. “I said, do you understand?”
The kid nodded and Steve shoved him backward, releasing him. “Don’t forget it,” he said.
As I stared at him, I knew it was over. After seeing this side of him, there was no way I would ever be able to imagine he was Shane again. Shane would never do something like this.
Steve grabbed my hand and we left. Looking back, I should have broke it off right there, but I thought it might be better if we spent the night together, and I would tell him in the morning when he had calmed down.
We drove to his place in silence, and as we got undressed for bed, he was still sullen.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I said gently.
When he didn’t answer, I sat beside him on the bed and slipped my arm around his shoulder. “It’s ok. That guy doesn’t matter.”
What happened next was stunning. He turned quickly to me and his hand shot out to my throat, gripping it. His strength drove me back onto the bed, and he was over me, pinning me to the mattress.
His face was close to mine, his breath hot. “I saw you looking at him.”
“What?” I managed to choke out.
“You were staring at him all night. Sticking your ass in his face.”
His hand eased up so I could answer him. “No, that’s not true. I didn’t even notice him until you grabbed him.”
“It is true. I saw you. Do you want to fuck him?”
“No Steve. I only want to fuck you.” Which was usually the truth. Except for right now. Right now I wanted to be as far from him as possible.
“Liar. I see how you are when we make love.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s like you’re fucking me, but you’re with someone else. Do you think of guys like that while we’re fucking?”
I stared up at him, unable to answer. I had thought I had hidden it well. Obviously not.
“You do, don’t you?” he said.
“No.”
“Well tonight, you’re going to fuck me.” His body shifted, pressing between my legs, his strength causing them to spread. I felt the head of his hard cock bump against my pussy.
“No Steve, I don’t want to.”
“I don’t care what you want.” He shifted again and his cock nudged between my lips. I tried to move away, but he was too strong.
“I said no!”
He smiled and flexed his hips, burying half of his cock into my unprepared pussy. I began to cry out but his hand moved from my throat to my mouth, cutting off my words.
His eyes locked on mine, and he said, “That’s right, look at me.” With a violent thrust of his cock, his invasion was complete.
After he was finished, he rolled off of me and onto his back. I stared at the ceiling as I listened to his breathing slow and change into the gentle rhythmic pattern of sleep. After waiting a few more minutes, I got out of the bed and went into the kitchen, removing the large butcher knife from the drawer.
I returned and stood beside the bed, watching him sleep. I brought the knife up and plunged it down, perfectly hitting the mark.
I straightened to admire my handiwork. The knife was embedded in the mattress between his legs, less than an inch below his sagging ball sack. I quickly got dressed and left.
Back in my own bed, I finally allowed myself to cry. I knew that I was at least partially to blame for what had happened, and I was paying the price for my sick perversion. I got what I deserved. I vowed to put it all behind me – to give up this obsession that could never become reality.
But I needed to hear his voice, so I called. When he first picked up I could hear the fear in his hello, wondering why I was calling him at three in the morning. But I assured him that everything was alright, and that I was sad because I had broken up with my boyfriend. I knew if I told him the truth, he would be on the next flight and probably end up in jail for beating the shit out of Steve. He seemed relieved, and we talked for an hour. When we hung up, I felt warm and happy again, and fell asleep to nice dreams.
Steve got the message, and avoided me, and I vowed to stay away from men. But after a month my body convinced me that decision had been rash, and I modified my vow to only stay away from men who resembled Shane in any way.
It was back to the nerds. I had to admit I was having fun, and they seemed very appreciative.
My mind returned to the present as I successfully removed the image of Shane and the woman from my head.
He was looking at me with an odd expression. “You ok?” he asked.
I smiled. “Just happy to hear you’re getting laid again.”
He gave me a shocked look. “Erica!”
I giggled. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant to say I’m happy to hear you have some new female acquaintances with whom you share a mutual interest.”
He laughed. “Much better.”
“I’ll start on that food list. Thanks again, Shane.”
He ruffled my hair. “You’re welcome, Erica.”
Chapter 2
I put down the phone and smiled. All my friends were coming. They had been like me, feeling guilty we hadn’t talked, and said they would love to get together for a pool party and relive old times. I silently thanked Shane for his great idea, and made a mental note to tell him in person when he got home from work.
I spent the morning by the pool, and had a late lunch. As I walked back to my room, I passed Shane’s office. He owned a small electronics supply company, and his home office was usually full of interesting devices. When I was younger, I used to come in here and he would show me them and how they worked. Things like miniature radios, mp3 players, and tiny video cameras. I loved that he was so smart to understand all of this, but I loved even more that he would take the time to explain it to me. At that point, my infatuation with him was normal – just a girl getting to know her mother’s boyfriend. But all that changed one day when I came in here by myself.
I was thirteen at the time, and beginning to understand my own sexuality. I was physically well-developed for my age, but my social development lagged behind. I was vaguely aware of what sex was, and I had kissed a few boys. Several months before I had allowed Mark Gratton – a boy a year older than me – to touch my breast through my clothes in a movie theater. But when he tried to go further and slide his hand up my thigh, I stopped him.
But my physical reaction to his touch had surprised me, as I felt the early stirrings of desire spark within me. My nipple had stiffened instantly, and I felt a warm wetness growing between my legs. When I got home, I took my panties off and discovered they were damp. I worried that Mom would think I peed in them, so I shoved them under my mattress instead of putting them in the laundry
hamper. That night I laid awake thinking of Mark’s hand on me, and I surprised myself again by wishing I had let him continue up my thigh.
I went into Shane’s office knowing he and my mom had gone to visit his parents, but I wanted to look around anyway. I sat in his chair and spun around a few times, taking in all the interesting gadgets around me. Picking one up, I examined it closely, wishing Shane was here to explain what it was.
I set it down and something else caught my eye. It was shoved into a cubby hole of the hutch where his computer sat, and it looked like a music CD. Pulling it out, I saw it was a homemade DVD in a clear case. On the front, there were two handwritten words: Hawaii Video.
I stared at it curiously. My mother had met Shane three years prior, when I was ten years old. She was thirty-one at the time, and he was twenty-two. I remember my grandmother not being happy with their difference in ages, but to me, he was just Shane. I never thought of him as my father, but just a nice guy who was around. I had never known my real father, because my Mom told me he wasn’t responsible enough to be a dad, so she left him before I was born. That was probably the reason she and Shane never got married – she was afraid of being left again.
Hawaii Video. I stared at the DVD. Mom and Shane had gone to Hawaii for two weeks while Grandma came and stayed with me. I remembered them bringing back a ton of photos, each more beautiful than the last. Gorgeous blue skies and water, along with unending beaches dominated each photo. When I looked at the pictures, I told them I wished they had taken me along with them. But they looked at each other and laughed, and said maybe next time.
But I didn’t recall seeing any videos from the trip. And I was sure I would have remembered. I flipped the case over in my hand. If this video was half as beautiful as the photos, I had to see it.
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