Helen POV.
‘What the hell was that. He, he, he, I, I, I.’ *slap.* Helen slapped her cheeks with both hands. Turning her brain off and on again. Then it red screened again. When was he so… Helen got lost on words. “Snap out of it, Helen.” Helen screamed silently. “When the hell did Jason start working out, he’s so ripped. And to just come out of the shower naked and dripping with water.” Helen paused in her monologue, visions of Jason replaying in her mind. “He was so cool and confident and shameless. Shameless, shameless!” Helen slapped her cheeks again. “Wasn’t Jason shy, and timid. And kept to himself. And, and, and he just walked out of the bathroom, topless, wet, And he flexed his muscles, he definitely flexed his muscles. He was definitely showing off as if it was no big deal. Him strutting about the room naked. It was definitely a big deal. A really big deal!”
Helen paused again as another detail came to mind. “Wait, I thought I was taller. I should be taller than him by 2 inches. But, but, but, when I looked into his clear dreamy crystal blue eyes I had to look up to him.” Helen felt like she was going to red screen again. Yet her mind was just filled with visions of Jason. Tall, dark, handsome. Arms thick with muscle. Toned abs with a defined 6 pack. “fuck, fuck, fuck Helen. you checked him out. And he saw me do so, he’s gonna think I’m a creep again. He’s gonna tell mom I’m disgusting, and all his friends that I’m disgusting. No, no, no. He noticed, he pointed it out. Called me out on it.” then Helen paused. Remembering the rest of it. He wasn’t disgusted. On the contrary, he found it funny, funny enough to tease Helen about it. ‘Wait. He teased. Not disgust, not storming off. He found it funny and enjoyable… right up until…’ Helen’s face burned up again. “He checked me out. He looked up and down my body, and, and, and sniffed me. He got close and sniffed me before growing flustered and running away. Ran like a girl does when they are caught checking out a guy way out of their league. He ran like I wanted to at that moment. “Did,” Helen looked down at her own body. “Did he… like it. Did he like what he saw. Liked what he smelt. No, no, no, there’s no way, he must have hated it. But I heard some guys like it right. Right?” Confused hope began to sprout in the pit of her stomach.
Helen got in the shower, turning the heat dial all the way down. It took a good five minutes for her to cool down. She could finally start washing. Running the soap down her body. Helen began taking her time only for thoughts to start leaking back in. She washed up quickly before they took hold and got out of there. Back in her room she paused at the clothes available there was a lot of things different about Jason. But what really caught her attention was him checking out her body. Up and down. All over. Helen bit her nails. “He pitched.” The last vision, she swore he did, the towel rose, and it was more pronounced when he turned and fled, giving her a side on glance. It was hard not to notice. Or her eyes instinctively found it.
Helen went back to focusing on her clothes. “Did he like seeing skin?” Maybe, gym clothes? no. She wasn’t going to the gym. Questions would be asked, and then it’ll get awkward. “He looked at my legs; I could put my daisy dukes on. and a lose T-shirt that I can ‘play with’ to rile it up my abdomen. Yeah, let’s go with that.” Helen got dressed before heading down stairs. Hayley, Mother and Aunt Jodie were already in the kitchen eating their own food. Helen sat down at the counter, dazed. A maid quickly presenting her a bowl of cereal.
“You ok, kid.” Mother called out to her seeing the daze. Yet mainly focused on her own food.
“She had an altercation with Jason outside the shower from what I could here.” Hayley laughed. Poking fun at her sister. A shit eating grin plastered on her face as a spoonful came up to her mouth.
“You heard? Did you see him?” Helen asked face paling. “What did you hear?”
“I heard you call me a bitch for something I didn’t do. I’m expecting an apology.” Hayley said. Helen shivered in disgust seeing Hayley speak with her mouth full.
“Hayley, stop eating like a pig. You’ll never get anywhere with a man like that.” Mom slapped the back of her head.
“Ow. It’s not like I’m gonna find one in this economy.” Hayley grumbled “And if you must know, Helen, no, I was in my room, the sound was a bit muffled by the dry wall.”
Helen sighed in relief and turned to mother. “Mother, describe Jason to me.”
“Jason, I know he’s a bit of a recluse, but he does show himself every day. You saw him yesterday.”
“Mother!” forget it. I turned to Aunty Jodie instead, “Aunty Jodie, please, Just. Personality. Looks, just anything.”
Aunty Jodie was quietly enjoying the conversation on the sidelines, an apple in one hand, while a glass of red wine sat on the table before her, but now she was dragged into it as well.
Everybody turned to face Jodie.
With all eyes on Jodie, she was forced to speak. “Well, you know, timid, shy, likes to stay to himself. Always annoyed and disgusted by you two, that’s for sure. Likes snowboarding, but struggles with biking, he keeps complaining that he doesn’t have the strength required for it.” She said with a happy grin. “But looks wise. He doesn’t eat much. Skinny I suppose, other than the easy trials on the mountain not much exercise. Almost at the bottom of the healthy range. Sis is always moaning that he’s one skipped meal away from malnutrition, but that’s how most boys are.” Jodie shrugged.
“Then who the hell was I speaking too?” Helen stressed out, burying her head in both hands.
“What do you mean by that?” Mother asked.
“Mother, Jason gave up the shower room for me. And even apologised for taking up my time.”
“Well, that is definitely unusual.” Mother said hesitantly.
“Definitely, that explains why you asked such a strange question.” Jodie laughed, believing she got to the bottom of Helen’s troubles.
“And then, and then, and then,” Helen’s face heated up. her family paused, unsure how to take that.
“What, he stepped out naked?” Hayley teased seeing steam rise off Helen’s head, taking a swig of her orange juice.
“Yes.”
Hayley sprayed the juice all over the kitchen table. Even mother and aunty paused their thoughts for a moment. A maid immediately stepped in to clean the spillage Hayley caused.
“Well, he had a towel around his waist. But he hadn’t even dried. And, and, and patted me on the head as we swapped places. He never makes physical contact.” Helen robotically recounted the event.
“Holy shit, you had a good look at his chest? What’s it like? Did you go woof when he patted you?” Hayley grinned, trying to squeeze more info out.
“Hayley! This is why Jason finds you disgusting and doesn’t interact with you.” Mother blurted out.
“What can I say mother, I’m a healthy curious teenage girl. I definitely would have went woof.” A perverted grin plastering her face.
Before mother or aunty could get another word in, I spoke. “Chiselled.”
“Huh?” everyone asked in unison.
“Muscular, thick arms, six pack. Toned abs and chest. Tall, he was a few inches taller than me. and confident or just uncaring that he was showing off his chest on full display.” Helen shot out statements in rapid fire mode.
“Holy, no wait. You sure you just didn’t have a wet dream?” Hayley rejected her claim.
“Hayley, I know what I saw. I had to look up to see his eyes, I swear he was a few inches shorter than me only yesterday.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely dreaming all this.” Hayley waved her off.
“And then he teased me. I had screamed at him for being naked, and he jokingly accused me of having a crush on him, but with a smile, Not an ounce of his usual disgusted persona at all… and then, and then, and then…”
“Come on, spit it out, it’s getting interesting now.” Hayley leaned in with a grin, enjoying the story. “this story’s going in the fap bank.”
“He checked me out. He did it as an obvious tease back at first, he even stepped closer and sniffed me. Only to grow flustered and that was when he fled.” Helen decided to keep the fact that Jason pitched to herself. “He pitched.” Her subconsciousness betrayed her.
“Holy shit, that’s definitely going in the fap bank, sister. Got any more wild fantasies?” Hayley asked. “You might want to ask a maid to change your sheets today.”
Helen looked up at Mother, “Mother, I swear, it all happened.”
*Ding dong.* the front door rang, and one of the maids sitting at the other table got up to answer the door.
“I don’t know, kid, it kind of sounds far-fetched.” Mother didn’t know how she was expected to believe such a far-fetched story. Thinking back to the Jason she knew. Nothing connected with the story Helen had mentioned. Yet at the back of her mind. Was it a case that it’s too ridiculous to make up. It sure would be funny if it was true. Her little prince. Getting excited over girls. The thought crashed realising that it was his sister in the story. Incest was still a taboo in this world. but with society being too desperate for reproduction just couldn’t afford or be arsed to maintain any attempts at ostracization of such practices. The ratio of male to female dropped every year. Even at the time Mother went and got her IVF treatments there was 10% chance that the sperm used came from a half-brother, or 30% chance of first cousin. That rate now was probably worse.
“I know, I know, it was Jason, and yet everything about him was different.” Helen pleaded for her mother to believe her.
“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” Aunty Jodie got up.
“Oh, did Helen’s fantasy get you all flustered Aunty.” Jodie shot Hayley a death glare before walking off.
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I sighed in response to the problem before me. This was the 10th t-shirt I tried fitting into, and yet they were all too tight. Makes sense really, I’d had a chance to have a look at some of the pictures hanging on the wall. I noticed that the ‘me’ shown was a skinny boy with barely any muscles, even for him though, these T-shirts looked tight. I could stretch one on, but it just felt too restrictive, it did show off my muscles in all its definition, why had I not gone for something like this before? Still, I was a bit uncomfortable with them. Maybe I can convince my parents that I need new clothes. But how do I explain the bulk up. Act like its normal and act confused when they bring it up?
I took off the T-shirt and looked down at my naked body. Another problem was a lack of boxers, they were all pants, And way too tight. Like strangling junior tight. Screw it, I’ll sort out tops and pants later, at least there was a pair of baggy sweat pants to throw on. Maybe give Helen another jump scare if she’s down there as I strut the place topless. Her bashfulness was kind of cute and endearing. The thought left a smile on my face. Leaving the room, I stuffed one of those too tight T-shirts into the pockets and headed off.
I got to the stairs and headed down; the same maid was cleaning another spot. Hearing me descend, She turned towards me. Bowing immediately when she saw I was topless. I stopped halfway down to watch her for a moment, there was a shake to her, a look of guilt. Her head hung low. “Y, y, young Ma, Master Jason, I, I, I I’m sorry I have failed you thoroughly. I couldn’t find those cookies you asked for. The chef insisted that there were no such cookies being baked today.”
Strange, I could still smell the cookies though, “Oh, that’s ok. I must have imagined it.” there was a slight disappointment in my tone. Causing her body to shake again. Was she really looking forward to it that much or was there an expectation of severe punishments for this ‘supposed’ failure. “You can carry on with your work.”
“Thank you master.” her bow deepened, turning back to what she was doing. Slower this time, too focused on the guilt plaguing her mind, her head would tilt allowing her to catch a glimpse of me topless before immediately returning to her task. Yes, I felt heat rise in my face, but there was a thrill to it. A girl, desperate to look, and yet scared of being called out on it.
Reaching the bottom, I was so tempted to lean down and see. I might have no idea what liberties I had with these maids. But I wasn’t dense, she clearly wouldn’t hate some play. I moved right up behind her. she tried to step aside at first to get out of the way. “Sorry Young Master Jason.” Her words nervous. Picking a new spot to clean. Yet I stepped with her.
I was not even an inch away from my hips touching her soft round ass. She paused. Waiting, I could see the pink colour slowly trickle down her neck. Not moving forwards or leaning back into me, simply waiting on me. I waited. She didn’t straighten up or turn around, nor questioned me, just waited, was this training or done subconsciously. Was she expected to play along with my funny antics. It was kind of thrilling. At most she had tilted her head to see what I was doing, or to let me know I had her undivided attention. Her face was completely flustered as she looked into my eyes. I could feel her nervousness radiating away. a deer in headlights. Her breathing was getting noticeable, but not quite heavy yet. I took a beath, the smell of cookies felt strong. “You say there was no cookies, but I can clearly smell them on you. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you ate the cookies yourself.”
“N, n, no, Young Master Jason. I swear, I’ve had n~no cookies.” Her eyes went wide in panic. Oh, so my accusations hold immense weight here. Her legs remained rooted in place.
I took a long-held breath. The smell of freshly baked cookies radiating off from her.
I placed a hand on her hip and she froze. Pink changed to red all the way down the back of her neck. I kept my eyes locked firmly on hers. “No cookies, you say, a perfume then. Ah, is that your plan all along, to tempt your young master?” I asked,
“N, n, no my lord, I, I swear, I don’t use perfume. M, master.” she panicked.
“Really now, that’s funny, the smell seems to be coming from you. You’re not hiding cookies, and you don’t wear any perfume? This isn’t looking good for you.” I asked again. Managing to slide my hand between the top and skirt of her uniform a little. Feeling her smooth silky skin. She gasped from the action. Am I some sort of god descending from the heavens or something. These women are a complete cock tease.
“N, n, no, mas.” I pulled her hip gently into my own. A slight bump. “So, so, sorry, y, y, young master Jason, I, I, I didn’t mean to do such, such, such.” panic stricken, the maid cried out, her brain short circuiting. Surely, she knew I was the culprit, right? Right?
“Oh, are you darling. And how are you going to make it up to me?”
“I, I, I don’t know, sir. Please, please punish me, but please don’t throw me out.” The maid began tearing up. Jesus Christ, did I go too far playing with this one?
“Relax, relax, I’m messing with you. It was my fault.” I tried placating but she was having none of it.
“No, no, sir, I wouldn’t dare blame you for it. Please punish me, I should have known better than to do that to you. I, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t report me or kick me out.” she choaked out turning on the water works.
Fuck I dug myself into this one well and truly. I was about to try and refute her, but I had a feeling that if there wasn’t an atonement for her, she’d turn into a nervous wreck. Damn it, I fantasied about powerplay but that was fictional characters, fictional characters whom both of them romanticised the play at both ends. The man shows his power through beastly domination, while the girl comes into her own power through taming the beast to her.
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Authors notes,
Chapters 1-5 written and edited.
Chapter 3 -> Wed 20:00 GMT
Chapter 4 -> Sat 20:00 GMT
Chapter 5 -> Sun 20:00 GMT
Currently writing chapter 8, but once chapters 6-10 are written I'll spend time revising it before locking them in and scheduling their release.