Authors note, apologies to all those who's read this chapter already, I had accidently uploaded an older version of the chapter.
this update adds a paragraph relating to the smell of cookies, without it there's a bit of a confusion in a scene in the next chapter.
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The first alarm blared early for a Saturday. Not as early as a school day. But I had a date with my bike and the mountain the city rested beneath. Mountain biker by summer, snowboarder by winter. All on the same mountain. I loved it up there. And I was looking forward to my second run at a black diamond path. Still, that was just the first alarm. The real one would ring out in 15 minutes. Lying on my stomach, I lazily gripped my morning wood. Slowly stroking it as my imagination began working. The plan wasn’t to get off, but to stimulate a light buzz. Even my imagination didn’t go hard.
A maid’s first night in the manor. Under me. Yet I gave her no action. Just allowing the feeling of skin-on-skin action as we lay there. The maid worried that I’d go further and confused as to why I hadn’t. Inside my head it was the feudal times. I, a powerful young master, an heir of a prestigious aristocratic family. I had the right to demand more from her, take everything I wanted out of her. And her a hapless peasant maid at the bottom of society, understanding that I could take what I wanted from her and she had no right to refuse.
Maybe a little hesitant frill from it. A prince taking interest in a little poor peasant girl. Yet when she thought I would plunge in, dick hard, pressed up between her thighs, I held. Her naked body pinned beneath my own. And yet all I wanted from her was the warmth radiating from her body as I coddled her, as we slept for the night. Closing my eyes as she was left with the thoughts of what she believed I was about to do to her. The prince sought not wonton sexual relief from her, but comfort. And to comfort her in turn. My tool would stay hard between her thighs indicating I wanted her. but held restraint.
Why? Why was the powerful prince despite his clear desire, holding restraint before her. Did he want her to take the next step, was he hoping, seeking her permission to move forwards. a powerful prince seeking the permission of a mere peasant. And then desire of her own growing slowly, what if she had a feel of his back muscles, would he notice, stir awake, tell her off. Maybe shift her thighs a bit, his shaft rub against her sweet spot, head slipping in ‘by accident.’ A bit further. Maybe he’d get hungry for her and start, maybe she could trail her delicate fingers down his back, no stirring on his end, she gets bolder. Her head ‘falls’ to one side as her lips touch his skin, his neck, a slip of the tongue for a quick taste. Taking in a deep breath. Her hand ends up on one ass cheek. Oops, a squeeze. The right blend of firm muscle and flexible fat.
Unbeknownst to her, the prince was awake the whole time, savouring the little liberties she was taking of him.
*beep, beep, beep.*
“Urge.” I turned over and got out of bed. Leaving my morning wood to calm down on its own. Standing up, my stretch halted as I took in the room. It was, bigger, a lot bigger. It held all my stuff in it. Two of my mountain bikes hung on one wall, only the wall had been pushed further down. Almost turning the room into two separate areas. I walked forwards. It felt like a workshop and not just me throwing in a few desks into my room. Beneath the bikes on my right was two work desks running the length of the wall, it was supposed to be one, old sturdy and rustic I had gotten second hand from a workshop who was renovating their inventory. This on the other hand looked higher quality and new. Sleek black wood with a steel band running around it to prevent scratches. It was dirty from tire treads but that was my doing after purchased. The other side was my snow boards on racks, five, instead of the three I should have. And their own pair of desks running the length of the wall. I placed my hand over one of the familiar boards. The pattern was familiar. But what proved that this was my board was a chip to the edge. I had caused it in a crash last winter. I checked the other two familiar boards, but only one had recognisable and familiar damage. the other was missing a crack I remembered. I looked at one of the new boards, only to see that crack right where it should be on the other board, but the new board was red. I never had a red board, now I have two.
The bikes on the other side were familiar only one was missing. The dents and scratches looked fewer, way too few. But I recognised some. The end of the workshop laid another row of desks making it look like one continuous desk running all the way around the walls. My computer sat there. A third monitor was new. And a few GoPro’s lying about, was I into recording my descents now? I turned around; my ‘bedroom’ space had also changed. A three-quarter bed replaced with a queen-sized bed, yet the covers match what should be on my bed. The messy wardrobe replaced with an open doorframe. Peeking in, it turned out to be a walk-in wardrobe.
the contents looked like my clothes. Black T-shirts and black or dark grey jeans, just… more than what I thought I had, yet in one corner was a section of coloured clothes. that was completely new. I looked back around, taking the whole room into consideration. It was like a rich man’s version of my own room. my room, just bigger with more of the same stuff. My slow rotation soon landed on the clock. I was running late.
Fuck it. let’s just act like I belonged here. Grabbing some boxers I left my room; the hallway was longer. cleaner, old carpet replaced with laminate flooring to give it a more modern look. Halfway down, the narrow corridor opened to hallway, stairs followed the wall, turning halfway at a right angle. The place was open so I could look down and see white sofas at the bottom. Mom refused white sofa’s because they were a pain to clean. a waft of freshly baked cookies entered my sent. Yet it drew me towards someone down there. A maid, in a tight little French maid outfit. Bent over to clean some vases with a feather duster. Her skirt was so short that I swore I’d be able to see the bottom of her ass cheeks if I was sitting on one of those chairs. What the hell was going on, should I call out to her. “Hello?” I spoke out. Partly instinctually, and it left a pit of apprehension in my stomach.
The maid flinched, not expecting the call out. She turned and looked up. “Good Morning master Jas~” her mind sputtered out when her eyes eventually landed on me. The railing for the landing was a glass panel allowing the maid to see a good picture of my body. Following her gaze I noticed I was just in my boxers. For a moment she stood there gawking at my chest, her face rapidly coloured in red. A grin of my own formed. Her reaction was cute. A nice confidence boost to start the day right. She recovered fast quickly looking away. “M, m, my apologies, master J, J, Jason, I didn’t, know you were… not decent. I didn’t mean to stare.” She said. her hands fidgeting, that’s strange, she’s acting like a guy seeing a naked girl for the first time, that’s kind of hot. Did she like what she saw.
I stood there, stunned at her reaction. “Sorry, I…” the corner of her eye flicked to me again, a brief peek, before looking away again, her face heating up a little bit more. That was way too cute. Am I… some hot commodity. My own face had heated up from such an open reaction. Is that too a new feature of this world, women being more honest and transparent with what they liked. “was heading for a shower and saw you down there.” I turned and was about to walk away when I smelt it again, cookies. “Hey, was someone baking cookies?”
Sure enough, she took another peek, an extra second longer this time, but quickly looked away before answering. “No, not that I’m aware off. Master Jason.”
“That’s strange, I can definitely smell baked cookies.” Then an evil idea struck. A matching grin formed to boot. “Tell, you what, find me those freshly baked cookies, and I’ll let you look at my topless body while you feed them to me.”
“Real…” I saw her face shoot up at me as I turned away and carried on walking down the corridor “I’ll find those cookies for you, Master Jason.” A little flustered excitement squeezed into her professionalism. Thanks for the ego boost cutie, I’ll definitely have to bully you as a reward.
I paused at my parents’ doorway, it was open, the curtains pulled back to let sunlight in. I stepped inside to have a glance. There were traces of my mother’s room, but again larger, grandeur. A four-poster queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room. side curtains tied to the polls, Dad’s normally at the gym this time of the day, but mom usually stays in bed until he comes back on a Saturday. Is there going to be differences amongst my family’s personalities. I’ve walked around my own house before in just my boxers many times, but I clearly didn’t do such a thing in front of the maid. I left and reached the door that I hoped was the shower room, there were extra rooms about sure, but the shower room was the last door in my previous house. I opened it. The contents froze me as I let the door swing the rest of the way. It’s the room I was aiming for, But I don’t remember it looking like this. a sliding frosted glass door sat on the other end, but this area was clearly a changing room. Had I woken up in a parallel world where I’m in a rich family or something.
“Just go about your day Jason. At least until I figure out what’s going on.” I whispered to myself, before stepping in. Stripping down, I placed my boxers in the laundry basket and picked up a towel. I couldn’t tell which one was mine, they were all the same. no doubt my sisters would moan at me, but nothing else. I stepped through the next door. The room was covered from floor to the edge of the ceiling in golden ceramic tiles. If someone said there was actual gold in the clay I think I would believe them. one half was open shower. Allowing multiple people to use it, while the other side was a large bath tub island. Its walls built up with the same golden tiles. Built in steps both on the outside and inside. the inside of the tub had a rim around the edges for seating. It looked designed for comfort. Four protrusions extended outwards. to me it looked like a bed to sit on and allow the person to rest both arms on the sides. It looked wide enough for me to lie in it and have that cute little maid mount me. And there was a touch display panel on the side that flashed on when I looked at it. Hot tub settings. Maybe later. I moved over to the shower side. It took me a moment to figure out what was going on. but soon warm crisp water came jetting out of the shower fixture built into the ceiling. The strength felt good on my body. and I even found the setting to increase it a little.
Scrubbing and washing left me to my own thoughts. I remembered waking up in the night to a fluorescent green glow. It vanished immediately after and I had an early start. So, I just went back to sleep. That didn’t have anything to do with my new situation right.
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I stood under the shower not thinking, the pressure felt good on my back and shoulders. I’d already washed up and was just enjoying the moment. I was soon pulled out of my daze when someone came knocking on the glass door.
“Hey, Hayley, you selfish bitch, hurry up, I told you I wanted to use the bathroom early today.” Helen shouted out. “You better not have shoved the shower hose up your cunt again!”
I was stunned for a moment, first of, when did Helen start using such crude language when talking to her sister. And what hose. I looked up, the water was coming out of a series of holes drilled into the ceiling. I looked down at the series of knobs on the wall; they were the only other fixtures in the shower. Did they pull out? I skipped the ones I knew, but that still left 4 more. One by one I tried to pull, and the third one gave. Corrugated tubing followed it out. And soon it turned on, water jetting out. whoever used it last had set it quite high. I twisted it to reduce the pressure. Looking it over, it did kind of look like a phallic object. And Hayley’s used this to get off? I quickly put it back realising that it might not be water covering the head.
“Bitch, hurry up and open the door.”
“Helen, it’s me Jason, I didn’t realise, give me a sec.” that begs the question, what was she doing up this early. On a Saturday. Mom’s always moaning she doesn’t get up until noon. Is this one of the ‘personality changes’ I should expect from my family.
“Jason! Sorry Jason, I, I, I didn’t know you was getting up this early. I didn’t mean to disturb, its, its, its ok, I’ll go back to my room and wait.” Helen screamed out.
“Huh?” I turned the shower off. “Helen, don’t worry, I’ve finished. Let me wrap a towel around and I’ll be out of your way.” Helen didn’t normally walk on eggshells around me. normally we were quite rude to each other. The way teenage siblings of the opposite genders were.
“No, no, Jason, take your time…” I opened the door before she could protest any more, she was right at the door, so we ended up face to face. Taking in the details I don’t remember her face being so defined and pretty, I thought she had a bit of a pudge to her cheeks. With nothing but a towel wrapped around me I stepped out into the changing room. Still soaking wet from the shower. I looked for my boxers. I could just dry off in my own room. “Jason! Why, why, why are, are, you are n, n, n, naked.”
Wow, that was a reaction and a half. “Relax, you dope, I’m covered below. You’ve seen me countless times topless.” I grew a wicked grin as I looked back at her. She’d completely frozen, Her face lit up like a red tomato, her eyes darting all over my bare chiselled chest. Drinking in all that she could. A deer caught in headlights, she tried to turn her head, but her eyes just wouldn’t let her. Helen took a step back, but not far enough. I ruffled her hair “Don’t tell me, my older sister is growing a crush on her little brother.” I covered my mouth as I gave a fake giggle. “You perv sis.” I then checked her out in the most obvious way to tease. Only… holy fuck, she was fucking stunning. And she’s just in her bra and panties. I don’t remember her assets being so firm and pronounced. Or her stomach being toned. An indent running down the middle, the ‘on the verge of a six pack’, that I loved to see in female bodies. Even her taught lean legs, fuck, she was my type. I took in a deep breath, only for my nose to be saturated in the smell of fresh strawberries and vanilla. I followed the scent, taking two steps towards it and sniffed twice. Those two steps were directly towards her. My face grew red and hot as my mouth hung open in shock. She saw me, watched me check her out and watched me get flustered. My teasing backfired. I nodded to her and stiffly walked away. feeling junior start to pitch a tent. I fought she was pudgy, on the borderline of being fat. I need to change my type before I start hunting around the house. In my own house. No, no, no, no. and she smelled like sweet strawberries and buttery vanilla.