Ch 14

It wasn't just that I wanted to see her breasts for a while, as the view of her ass was more enough to compensate, and her wetness was a true gift, making her panties even more revealing than the devious mind that designed it. Still, she was unaware just how revealing it was, which took quite a bit from the fun I felt. I wanted her to curse her pride with each flash, blaming herself for unnecessarily putting herself to this situation. "It's time to face the music," I called her, causing her to freeze in indecision once more.

This time, I let her think, curious whether she would fold or continue. A few seconds later, she turned, proving that her misguided pride was stronger than her modesty. Her breasts were as spectacular as I imagined, based on the loose shirts she wore around the house, and her rock hard nipples, pushing the fragile fabric forward made things even better. Still, her expression was even more interesting. The resignation was there, so was the pleasure, layered with guilt. She enjoyed it, but felt guilty about it as well. An interesting conundrum that left me very enthusiastic to exploit. "You're a spectacular beauty, sweetheart, no need to feel self-conscious," I said, knowing that it would make her even more self-conscious about her looks, but not enough to stop the shoot, not after she came all that way. "Now, why don't you open a couple buttons then lean in to give a bit of cleavage."

She followed that instantly, her shirt, even when combined with the bra, hid absolutely nothing, so there was no actual harm in popping open a couple of buttons. "Is this alright?" she asked, trying to sound casual, but unable to keep her voice from cracking.

"Not bad," I said as I snapped a couple more photos. "But I wouldn't say no for more."

"How many?" she asked even as she brought her hands towards her chest. I could see them trembling slightly, but acted like I failed to notice it.

"As much as you can handle," I answered, curious just how far she would go. For Nicole, or even Katie, I would have stopped a while back, afraid of pushing them too much too soon, but Nancy was different. She was moving under her own violation, driving full speed through the path I had created, picking up the speed with each request.

Her next move was a good example of it. She reached for her buttons, unlocked one, then looked deep into my eyes. I sent a smirk at her, wordlessly daring her to continue. She did exactly that, but I wasn't able to prevent the surprise from infecting my expression when she continued with no sign of stopping, her movements quickening as my shock grew. Soon, the shirt dropped to the ground, leaving her bra as the only piece of clothing on her. "Is this enough?" she asked, her smile curling challengingly. I doubted that she could have displayed that courage without a mask, not that it detracted any from her sexiness.

"It never is, but I don't think my heart can handle more," I answered in an appreciation that I didn't have to fake. "Now, put one of your legs on the chair." She did so, giving me the perfect view, nothing hidden from my view. "And that is the final one," I called, ending the session. I wanted to push her more of course, but even her self-driven demeanor had limits, and there was no need to push her too much.

"Umm," she murmured, her courage flailing now that the spell was broken. "Can I keep the costume?"

"Unfortunately, you can't," I answered, because I needed them for another shot with Nicole. Currently, they were simply too risque even with anything I could do on photoshop. Her expression fell, but I had an idea why she was asking for it. "However, you can keep the underwear if you want." Her brightening expression told me that I was correct in my assumption.

"Anyway, I need to go out as well, so why don't leave with me, you can always change back in your room." I let out a relaxed sigh when she nodded approvingly for that as well. I wanted to be away when she realized just how revealing her panties had become, so that she could spend a lot of time worrying about it before our next talk. A quick visit behind the screen, and I passed her clothes back to her.

"Shall we?" I said, pointing her to stairs. She climbed, and I followed, availing myself the amazing view the angle generated…

It was around dinnertime that I arrived back to the house. A dangerous time since from the security camera, I could see that the occupants of the house were preparing to start their dinner. A rather dangerous situation for me. The act I had established was like a paper towel, risking a collapse with the slightest unexpected wind. It was an apt description, considering the adventures I was having with each of them, dangerous even in their lonesome. A wrong word, an expressive look picked by another, and my little scheme folded like a crooked building during an earthquake…

I could have simply avoided the dinner, loitering around for an hour or two. But there was a certain temptation in danger. And seeing their shocked expression as I subtly needled them about our encounters would be too delicious to miss. I wasn't above admitting the irony of taking such a risk for pride, especially after all the criticism I had for Nancy about her dangerous reliance on pride. But even that realization wasn't enough to dissuade me from the idea. I was willing to bet that each of them, distracted by their own concerns, would miss the signs the others made.

They were already around the dinner table when I opened the main door and slipped inside. All turned towards me, matching thick blushes on their face. I was glad that I had sexual interactions with all three of them. If it was only one or two, the others would certainly catch such an obvious display. It was a different deal when each was distracted by their own concerns. "Hi girls, good evening," I said, only to receive three mumbles in response. "Would it be too much of a bother if I sit with you for dinner? I'm famished."

"Of course not," said Katie, jumping before other two could even react. "Let me fill a plate for you."

"Thanks, Kat, you're a true doll," I said even as I pulled the chair, sitting across the seat Katie just vacated, Nicole at my side. It was the best position, because my relationship with Nancy wasn't conducive for anything touchy, not to mention, the top she had, cut through with a deep cleavage more revealing than her usual clothing. Normally, it wouldn't be enough to make her too distracted, but I had a feeling there was another factor in play. Like a certain set of underwear that might or might not be hidden under her clothes.

Different than Nancy, Nicole was dressed downright conservative, a knee length skirt and a shapeless blouse. She was trying to separate herself from her earlier experiences, I decided. Trying to forget the moments where she squealed under me without restriction with each push. Of course, I had no intention of letting her forget those memories. I slid my hand under the table, and squeezed her leg softly, reminding her of my touch.

Nicole's mouth opened in shock, but I expected her that to happen, so had already turned to Nancy and asked a question. "So, how it is going since we last talked," I asked. A very innocent question it was, or it would be if she wasn't in my basement just hours ago, dressed less than a stripper in the VIP section. So, instead of giving a normal answer, or catching the expression of total shock on her stepmother's face, she just mumbled something vaguely positive.

"Here is your food, Stephen, my mom's famous lamb stew," Katie said cheerfully, disrupting the mood of the table. Too cheerful to be natural, I noted, so I assumed it was her way of ignoring the fact that the last time we spent together, she was on my lap, fondling my shaft. A difficult impression to shrug for a virgin who hadn't even seen a male member until then. Still, I couldn't help but notice that she was yet to wear the clothes I gifted to her.

"Thanks, Kat," I answered, once again my nickname for her going unremarked around the table as each was distracted by their own challenges. I took a bite of the stew, which was as good as Katie promised. Another amazing trait of Nicole, she was as excellent in the kitchen, almost comparable to her performance in the bedroom. "It's really delicious. You're an amazing cook, Nicole."

"Thanks," she murmured, the blush spreading to her face too bright for such a simple compliment. Nancy failed to notice, still unable to process what had happened, but Katie did. It wasn't a full-blown suspicion like she consciously realized that there was something wrong, but her glance rested on Nicole a second too long, a barely perceivable frown on her face.

It was best to nip it in the bud, I decided as I slid my foot out of my shoe and brought on Katie's leg, rubbing softly. It wasn't a sensitive location that I targeted, but still, I expected her overreaction. Even when my toe rubbed against her shin, her eyes popped open in shock, showing the wisdom of my choice. Anything more, and it would have been noticed even in this table.

Still, she must have felt that the others might notice, so she threw a question. "Stephen, mom thinks that Nancy's top is too revealing and she shouldn't wear it. What do you think about it as a photographer?" Her attempt of distraction worked, and the rest of the table turned towards me after a brief angry glance aimed at her.

I looked at Katie even as I prepared for an answer, warning her that her distraction wasn't without a cost. The blush on her face showed she understood my implication even before my foot started to trail the inner side of her leg. I shifted my gaze to Nancy before the others could notice it, and examined her silently for a moment. Nancy blushed further as my gaze fell on her cleavage, despite it being nothing compared to the one she had earlier the day. More interesting, I could see the edge of a familiar black bra, and when I raised my gaze in an unasked question, she resolutely avoided it. "It fits you," I said, keeping my voice as even as possible.

I heard Nicole taking a breath, so before she could say anything, I turned to her. "Don't you think so as well?" I asked, underlining the question in the form of my hand, sliding under her skirt to caress her thigh.

"Maybe it is," she murmured, showing great restraint by keeping her voice relatively even, enough for the others to miss.

Even as I continued to tease them in their special way, I finished my dinner quickly. What I was doing was an exhilarating fun, my heartbeat almost loud enough to be heard. Unfortunately, it was also too risky to push for even more. Things were balanced on a knife's edge, risking disaster at the slightest mistake.

"It was a delicious dinner, Nicole, but I have to run," I said. "There is a couple of emails I need to sent to clients."

Just as I pushed the chair back, Katie spoke. "Stephen, do you have half an hour later in the night?"

"Sure, for what though?"

"I need to write a paper about art history, and I was hoping to get a few insights from you. It's really important," she said, but the shy smile tugging the edge of her lips suggested it might be something else she wanted.

"Sure," I said, "Just knock whenever you're ready."