There was clearly something about me, or the previous Jason, that prevented this scenario from going in that direction. At least there was a method of me pausing this incident until I got to the bottom of it. I placed my hand under her neck, not with force but to leverage her up straight. Resting her back into my chest. I held her. Not tightly but enough for some tension. “Tell you what.” I whispered into her ear. I stroked her silky-smooth skin, feeling the ribbed trachea underneath. My other hand that was on her hip snaked around to the front, feeling her stomach between her neither region and belly button, forcefully pulling her ass into my groin. The maid’s breathing became heavy. Her face and neck completely crimson. The eye I saw held fear but most importantly, anticipation, a hue of arousal clouding her eyes. That was what I was looking for, something to work with. “let’s just say, you owe me a favour, one that I whole heartedly plan to cash in. Very soon. Yes?” The girl nodded. “I can’t hear you.” Damn it, I’m starting to tent.
“Yes, master. I, I will do anything you ask.” She answered. I took a deep breath; a strong waft of cookies could be smelled all over her neck. Then her face jolted at a new sensation. Something hard of mine, had just woken enough to hit something soft between her thighs. Terrified excitement radiated from her face.
“You definitely smell like cookies. You wouldn’t be lying to me about the perfume right?” I watched as a tantalising trail of sweat trickled down her neck.
“N, n, no sir~ anh” I Licked the trail, not even realising I had done it until after the fact. The maid let out a cute little moan from it.
One of the doors opened, high heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.
“It’s your sweat. It tastes like cookies, freshly baked, melted chocolate chip cookies.” Her face looked like it was in an erotically alcoholic trance as she stared into my eyes.
An aroma of rich Chocolaty fudge cake trailed towards me, Followed by Aunty Jodie striding into the room, her heels clipping. She stopped dead when she saw us, her face tightening at once. “Jason?” Her eyes flicked from me to the maid and back again. “What on earth is going on here?”
I stepped away from the maid immediately and raised both hands, more confused than guilty. “Nothing happened. I was just playing with her, that’s all.” Then my face flushed. I don’t remember Aunty Jodie looking so… good, she was in a tight-fitting red mini dress that left plenty of her ample cleavage on show. It barely ended past her butt, allowing her to show off her smooth silky toned legs. Her skin soft in the right places and trained in others. Red fiery hair sat lusciously on top of her hair, paired with a light blush of makeup and rosy, red lip gloss. She was definitely the source of the chocolaty fudge cake. Does this world use dessert scents for their perfumes? Then my eyes got fixated on the crown jewel of her attire. Sitting snuggly tight on her long slender neck. A dark crimson leather choker. A small padlock clasped over the release latch, and a hoop ring.
There was no way in hell that thing didn’t come with a matching leash. The choker was small, blending in, and yet my eyes darted immediately to it
Jodie’s stare hardened. “Do not stand there and lie to me. She knows the rules of this house. She knows better than to corner you when you’re alone.” Jodie then realised I hadn’t got a top on. Her anger gained a fuming blush to it.
“Please, ma’am,” the maid said, voice trembling as she clasped her hands together. “I didn’t mean any disrespect. Young Master Jason asked me a question and I—”
“A question!” Jodie snapped. “You needed to take my son’s top off to answer it, did you. To see him naked, to push your body up against his.” Jodie stepped forwards to strike her face.
Fer fuck’s sake. Annoyance rang through my mind. I moved between them before Jodie could strike her, half expecting to receive the slap myself, yet at the last-minute Jodie Stopped. “Maid, go to your room for a half hour break, I’ll deal with this mess.” I stared down my aunt.
Jodie blinked at me clearly not expecting such a confrontational stance from me. Yet she was still on her misguided vengeance mission “Jason, move aside.”
“No,” I said again, firmer this time.
“Young Master?” the Maid asked, unsure.
“Please, I’ll come and find you in a bit. I need you to leave so I can fix this.”
“…Thank you, young master.” I heard her feet begin to retreat.
Tilting my head back at her, I gave a teasing smile. “You owe me twice now cookie. I’ll make sure to collect on these debts.”
“Bu…” she looked back at me, then resigned and headed off. “Yes, Young Master.”
Jodie was all too eager to bite over this situation but understood my desire for there to be less ears. Realising my topless situation was causing more trouble than the fun I was hoping for, I got it out “Aunty, me being topless is my own fault, none of the tops seem to fit me all that well.” I put it on, revealing how tight it actually was.
Jodie’s jaw tightened seeing it. “Aunty? Boy, I’m your mom, I gave birth to you.” I paused stunned at that revelation. Completely shocked. “and… I was trying not to notice honey, but yes, you are way bigger than you were yesterday. Helen’s being saying you’ve been acting like a different person, no one believed her at the time, but now I find you walking around the house and defending staff who break the house rules. These rules are set to protect you, dear.”
“Look, Aunt… mom?” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Look, I need to be honest. As strange as it might sound, I feel like I’ve woken up in a parallel universe or something. The house is just so much bigger than my memories tell me. My room. There’s familiarity to it, sure, only the room’s a lot bigger. Yeah, I met Helen as I got out of the shower, but she was acting like a boy seeing boobs for the first time.” I felt myself rambling a bit, but my Mom put her hand up to stop me.
“Take it easy, Hon… I don’t really get that reference. But let’s sit down.” We took to the sofas.
I allowed my eyes a good look at my aunt again. Slim, well-toned, well proportioned. Quite a few changes to my memories of her but she was still recognisable. And on top of that, she’s, my mother? “Alright, well, look at you for example. I hadn’t seen you in a month. And my memories tell me first, you should be my aunt, and secondly, you should be a little on the pudgier side, but you look fit and stunning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so beautiful before. And…” I took a huge whiff of her. “you smell like a rich chocolate fudge cake.”
Jodie immediately blushed from my confession. “Well, erm, thank you. I’ve never been complimented like that before by a guy. You’re so sweet, honey.”
“Seriously?” I asked, doubtful evident in my voice. Her reaction showed she was clearly taken aback from my doubt. Yet before we could continue, we were interrupted by the door being opened.
“Jass! Oh there… you… are…” Hayley’s words got slower as she looked me up and down. “Holy father of Jenny, you’re fucking dense.” Face completely red, stars in her eyes and drool leaking down the corner of her mouth.
I looked at my Aunt with a dead panned face, while pointing my whole hand at Hayley. “Ok, what the fuck is that reaction?”
Jodie just burst out into laughter. I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up. leaning back into the couch. It took Jodie to get her wits about her. “Eh? Am I interrupting something?” Hayley asked.
“A heart-to-heart sis… Mom? Is Hayley still my sister?”
“Of course, I, wait, are there secrets being spilled that I wasn’t privy too?” Hayley asked.
“Ja’, Jason, yes, she’s your sister. Hayley, why were you looking for Jason, Kid.” Jodie’s laughter began to subside.
“Ah, Aunty. Abigale, Jason’s liaison officer from MAIDS is here, along with an agent from F-BASEE.” Hayley explained.
Jodie stood up, all laughter and joking disappeared immediately. “This can’t be good.”
“What’s going on, mom?” I asked. Standing with her.
“Your parallel universe theory might just be getting a whole lot more real.”
“Huh, huh, wait. Jason, are you from…”
“Shut it, Hayley, this is not the time.” Jodie snapped. Then turned to me. Placing her hands on my cheeks to grab my attention. “Listen Jason, if either of the two agents ask you to do anything, and I mean anything, you seek mine, or your mother’s permission, do you understand.”
“I fought… fine, but I have a lot of questions after this.” I agreed.
“So, do I honey, so do I.” She pulled me down and kissed my forehead. “you definitely are taller. Listen, stay here, while I use the bathroom. Don’t go anywhere.” I nodded in understanding, seeing her head down the hall.
It was now just me and Hayley. “Sup, sis.” I nodded with a smirk. She seemed hesitant at first to approach, but now I greeted her, she stepped closer, one hand holding the other’s elbow behind her back.
“Sup, bro…” her face was still a bit red, and her eyes kept wondering down to my tight t-shirt. The fact that I didn’t cover myself, let her get bolder with each glance. “Helen’s been telling interesting stories about you two in the shower.” A cheeky grin accompanied her claim.
I flushed a bit. Remembering how Helen was so enamoured with my bare chest. “Well, I’d have to hear these stories before I collaborate what is and isn’t true.” I breathed in, a new flavour, salted caramel.
“Sure, sure, something about strutting around the house in just a towel. She said you were putting on quite the show for her…” she said. beginning to circle me. I only followed with my head, allowing her gaze to wonder around me. When she came the other side, she added more. “you even gave her a head pat, she claimed while blushing like a little boy.”
“Oh, quite a conspicuous detail you’ve zoned in on, you wouldn’t be jealous of a little head pat now would you sis.”
She squealed back. “No! Maybe?” her face went completely crimson, stopping in front of me. begging in her eyes.
Ah, what the heck. I lifted my hand towards her head. Hayley bit her bottom lip in anticipation. And then, I patted her. Joy lit up on her face. “Woof.” She barked playfully. A childish grin appeared, waiting breathily on my response.
This behaviour, another deep breath filled my nose with more salted caramel. I may or may not have studied such a personality extensively in private. “Who’s a good little doggy?”
“Woof, woof,” her eyes went wild with excitement.
I sat on the couch. “Sit,” I ordered, pointing to the floor between my legs. She immediately kneeled in front of me. and I presumed my head pats. Using my other hand to give her a scratch behind the ear.
She really tilted her head into the fuss I was giving her.
The sharp Clipping of mom’s heels returning bounced off the polished floor again. “Seriously…” her movement paused when she noticed what we were doing. A raised questioning eye brow accompanied a light blush. “I leave you guys for one minute.” She signed, feeling a headache come on. “Let’s just go.” Hayley got up with a new bounce in her step, Mom reached me and took my hand in hers, following Hayley to a large spacious lounge room.
***
Upon entering everyone seated stood up, the room had three massive white sofas with a large black square coffee table in the centre. The last side was left open to view a massive TV screen and an open fire place. The design and decoration to the room was minimalistic yet still gave off the wealthy feel I was getting from the rest of the house. My original mom stood on one side, with Helen next to her, I noticed immediately her long slender legs on full display, quickly I looked away. “Good morning, Mo… Au…” I took a side eye glance at mom, grabbing her attention for help. She mouthed mother. And I repeated. “Mother.” Yet my actions and hesitation was clear to everyone in the room.
Mother raised her eyebrow at Jodie but still greeted me in kind. “Good morning, Jason. Sorry for calling you up so early, but we have two special agents who have come to see you.”
I turned to the other side, taking in the full details of the two ladies I had preliminary noticed when I entered the room. Two stunning hot ladies in their mid-20’s stood in tight fitting feminine business attire, the short pencil skirts and black stockings over creamy white legs immediately made my mouth go tight. The frilly edges and the pull of the garter belt were slightly visible where the skirt ended, a line of flesh left bare for my viewing pleasure. Their ample chests weren’t nothing to scoff at. Hidden behind button upped blouses just made them look like Christmas presents waiting for me to unwrap. And to top it off, a red head and a blond. Thick luscious hair that looked good to grab onto. Damn it. I felt Junior stirring.
While I took their features in, it was clear that they were doing the same. Too engrossed in what they were seeing. Man, beauty standards were set at a much higher level here. Yet they clearly cared way more for looking at me, than if I was being lecherous over them. No, I could tell they were noticing me looking, but all their responses from it were positive.
The red head stepped forwards, offering a hand to shake. “It’s good to see you again Lord Jason. My, you’ve grown quite a bit, and have been working out, I see.”
‘Lord? I’m a lord?’ This one must be my Liaison officer Abigale? Her hand was half tilted, well, if I’m a lord, do what the romans do I suppose. I stepped forwards and took it, bringing it up and meeting it half way with a bow. I gave it a peck while maintaining eye contact with her. “It’s good to see you again, my Lady. Please, call me Jason.” I could taste winter spiced fruit cake from her hand. Her face went completely flushed. A sudden silence flooded the room. Then a sharp poke stabbed me in the back of the ribs. Causing me to straighten up in shock. “Ahh, Aunt… mom.”
“Honey, What are you doing?" Jodie asked quietly though gritted teeth.
“Shit, Is this not a greeting erm… ‘noble gentlemen’ do here?” despite us whispering everyone in the room could hear us.
“No, it certainly bloody is not,” Jodie rubbed the bridge of her nose before leaning in to whisper, “And she’s not a lady.” I realised now that everyone was completely stupefied by my greeting.
“Jason, watch your language.” Mother corrected me afterwards. Only my mother and mom remained stoic and passive over it. “Let’s just take a seat and start, shall we. I’m sure everyone has a few questions.” She spoke. Offering her hand out for the two agents to be seated first. We all followed in, Hayley sitting right next to her sister, while I and Jodie sat on the middle sofa.
Maids stepped in next with fresh hot brews and an assortment of biscuits, placing delicate cups and saucers in front of everyone and poured. I took a breath, only to be bombarded with all sorts of dessert smells. Toffee pudding, spicy apple pie, chocolate fudge. it felt like I was in a dessert shop. And these ladies were available to order.
“Jenny Sis, you were right, his fucking ripped.” Hayley blurted out in whisper, but the room was too quiet for that to go unheard. Hayley kept staring at me, brazenly drinking in my looks, pink faced and a little drool forming on the corner of her lips. Helen was a bit more innocent in her act. Eyes darting to look at me every now and then before returning to the floor, her face going redder and redder with each look. I looked at her, trying to smile, but my face just grew a bit red remembering our earlier interaction. Helen’s own smile returned sheepishly, before she rolled the hem of her T-Shirt, trying to act casually, yet it meant I had a clear view of her taught abdominal wall. heating up, I looked away, but the corner of my eye tracked that she too had heated up doing such a brazen power-move. it was clear to see that she couldn’t believe what she’d done, and that she noticed that I noticed what she had done. And yet the corners of her lips tugged upwards. I’d clearly given the reaction she was most hoping for.
Mom nodded for Abigale to start. However, I quickly realised there was someone important missing for such a conversation, “Erm, has dad not been informed, shouldn’t we wait for him to show up.” Everyone froze. Their eyes all landing on me.
“Honey, Erm… your dad…” Jodie sputtered, struggling to understand what she was even supposed to explain.
The blondie began with a cough, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Lord Henderson? I am Special Agent Stacy Smith. From F-BASEE...”
“F-BASEE?” I asked, forgetting that I had no idea how known this organisation was, and the slight elbow to the side informed me that I had faux pas again. “Sorry, carry on.” I rubbed my head; it was starting to ache really bad nothing was making sense, I kept putting my foot in my mouth, and worst I felt like I was getting a bit tipsy from the aromas in the room.
“Lord Henderson…. How about we explain why we came, as I believe it may shed some light onto this… confusing situation we’ve found ourselves in.”
“Erm, ok.” I nodded slowly.