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No. 4603
Remember I said no promises about posting dates! But I'll try my best. I decided to post what I have so far instead of waiting to complete and piece together the whole chapter. Originally I was going to have Lara's party make up the bulk of chapter 7, but the scenario written up had to take place and I decided to put it in first. Lara's party is mostly written, by the way, so after I finish with this scenario I hopefully won't have too much to add before the party scene is posted, which will probably make up chapter 8. Anyway, on with the first part of chapter 7...
Chapter 7
As Charles rode his bicycle back home, he couldn't help but turn the events of the day over and over in his mind. It was the only thing he could think of. Lara's gleaming, oil-slicked skin on display, and him with permission to grope her freely! He thought fondly of how she had dragged her backside accidentally against his shorts-stretching erection, then how she had purposefully clamped his hands around the bulge of her breasts. She had even wanted him to rub oil on her buttocks, and even now he gritted his teeth in frustration as he remembered how his hesitation had cost him the opportunity. But why did she offer him those invitations? Charles wasn't sure what to think. Was Miss Croft just teasing him? He knew what that felt like, having had a number of girls at school tease him about touching their breasts after the whole Katie incident, but Lara wasn't being coy with her invitations. She had followed up on her offers. Then again, he thought, perhaps she really was just needing some innocent help with her sun-tanning and he was reading far too much into it. She was a confidant, older woman. Perhaps it was just a sign of her maturity that she paid no mind to the sexual overtones the day's task might have held, even if he did. Charles turned these thoughts over in his head, completely confused about what to think of his situation. He never imagined that he could hope to act on any sexual urges towards his beautiful employer, but now he wondered if perhaps there was some kind of opportunity that he could explore. His heart was racing and he wasn't sure if it was from the idea of it, or from the exertion of riding his bicycle. The throb of a stirring erection bothered him during his ride as he thought about the events of the day and time seemed to fly by as he arrived home sooner than he expected.
Charles dropped his bicycle in the back yard and went inside.
"Oh, how was work, Charlie?" his mother asked with a smile as he walked through the kitchen.
"Fine, mum," Charlie said, walking right by.
"Just fine?" she asked as she stirred a bowl of batter. "Hey, what's troubling you?" Alice asked as she saw that Charlie seemed preoccupied with his thoughts.
"Nothing! It was just the same as usual," he lied as kept on walking.
Alice's gaze followed her son out the door with a look of concern, before she sighed and turned her attention back to mixing her batter.
Charles bounded up the stairs and went into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He stood in the middle of his room for a moment, lost in thought. Lara was all he could think of. He quickly went to his computer and turned it on, then went over to his drawer where he had placed his little camera. The lens was like a tiny pinhole built into a round, black face that was no larger than a small coin, and it seemed to blend easily into the bundle of toy robots and old electronic bits, computer parts and cables he had spread out over his dresser. He had made a careful arrangement to hide most of the body of the device and it looked as inconspicuous as any of the other junk. He took the spy camera from the dresser and placed it beside his computer as he grabbed the mouse and immediately clicked his way into his secret folder, bringing up his favorite images of Lara Croft. Charles breathed deeply as he looked into the eyes of Lara's sexy, black-corseted portraits. She seemed to stare back at him with a naughty, seductive gaze. His face flushed as he felt his heart thump a little faster in his chest and he idly stroked his growing erection through his shorts. After a few moments of fantasizing about what he could have done that day if Lara was as willing as he was wanting, he growled in frustration at himself and forced his erotic thoughts from his mind as he closed the images. He had already masturbated once at the Croft mansion after he had finished oiling Lara's body, and he just started to feel more frustrated the more he thought about what did and didn't happen that day.
Charles plugged in the spy-camera and quickly bored himself as he loaded up the video of the desk he was sitting at now. He fast-forwarded through minute after minute of nothing but what looked like a still image. He clicked through to a later point in the video, and found nothing. Another click, and still nothing. A number of clicks yielded nothing of interest and he started to regret spending the money on the blasted thing. The shopkeeper had told him he'd be satisfied knowing one way or the other if his sister was snooping, but he now realized the only thing he wanted was proof that she was. If he got that proof, he imagined the look of shock on Emily's face when he revealed his spy-camera to her and his parents, showed them the video proof and explained that he deserved the respect and privacy that his older sister already enjoyed.
Then suddenly a light from an opening door moved across the video frame and Charlie's heart began to race as he watched his sister enter the video frame and sit in his chair as she turned on the computer.
"Yes!" he exclaimed to himself, clapping his hands together in glee.
Charles realized that this moment could have never come if he hadn't been making money working for Miss Croft. He also realized that it was his time helping his sister at the community center's pool that helped him get the job as well. He smiled wryly at this thought. To some degree, he even owed this moment of triumph to Jacob, whose bullying had attracted the attention of the generous shopkeeper. Charles was beside himself with joy, a broad smile on his lips and his dangling legs swinging excitedly from his chair.
Charlie's expression suddenly turned to one of horror as he noticed something in the video. The monitor of his computer was barely visible from the angle he had captured, but even then he could make out the skewed image of a naked couple popping up on the screen as Emily giggled. She continued clicking the mouse, bringing up one image after another of busty, nude women and what he recognized as some of the most hardcore pornographic images he had saved. Charles felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach and his heart now raced with fear, not triumph. His face flushed with embarrassment, not excitement.
"You randy little bastard!" Emily exclaimed in the video as she giggled at what Charlie knew was a picture of a cum-spattered woman sucking on a penis.
Charles wondered how he was going to maneuver around this development. He cursed at the fact that he wasn't able to protect his computer with a password. His parents didn't allow it, insisting that his computer be completely open to their scrutiny. Perhaps he could show the video up to the point that Emily turned on his computer, and edit out the rest, he thought to himself. At the very least he thought he could convince them to allow him a password that everyone but his sister would know. He focused his attention back to his monitor and gasped as he suddenly noticed something unexpected in the video. Emily had slid her hand up under her shirt and he could see that she was gently groping one of her breasts underneath the material. Charlie's mouth dropped open and watched, fascinated, as she appeared to slide her hand around the swell of her large breast. Then he noticed a small movement of her fingers. She was playing with her nipple. She clicked the mouse again and loaded up another pornographic photo and Charlie heard a barely audible sigh as her hand shifted to her other breast.
Charles was entranced by the sight. In one corner of his mind he knew that he should probably stop watching right now, but he was a typical, sexually curious young boy and even though the woman touching herself in the video was his big sister, there was no way he could resist watching it. Charles felt his cock throbbing to life once again and he allowed himself to touch his growing member just for a moment to adjust himself to a more comfortable position.
"Mmmhhh," Emily sighed as she continued clicking through his collection of photos.
Charlie saw her slump down in his chair as her hand left her breasts and slid down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her blue jeans. Charlie exhaled sharply as he watched Emily's hips squirm in the chair while her hand dug down the front of the tight denim, pawing at her pussy.
Charles always thought his sister was a beautiful young woman. Her long blond hair turned heads wherever she went, and her body was slim and sexy. She never wore anything too revealing, but her skin-tight shirts did enough to show off her big, beautiful tits and her fit young body. She didn't have nearly the proportions that Lara had, but her curves were nonetheless alluring. Charlie sometimes found thoughts of his sister invading his mind during his masturbation sessions, but he always felt guilty about it and found a way to push them out of the way and replace them with some other muse. Lately that muse had been Lara Croft exclusively, but at that very moment he couldn't deny the idea of Emily as a sexual being, nor could he deny the urge to slip his own hand into his shorts. Charles slipped his hand in underneath his underwear and grabbed his swollen shaft, pumping himself. He thought about Lara's nude body covered in oil, her gorgeous round tits glistening in the bright sunlight... he saw his sister's hand working quickly in her jeans... he imagined his sister sunning herself, in the backyard, while he oiled her... he imagined grasping Emily's large tits, rolling them in his hands as he spread oil all over them... he imagined doing the same to Lara's even larger tits, and how his small hands could barely cup any of their impressive volume when she had encouraged him earlier that day...
Charles had gotten used to not having a lock on his door. He always knew when someone was coming up the stairs as they creaked loudly. The creaks in the hallway were a little fainter though, and he didn't hear them as tip-toeing feet approached his door and gently opened it.
Suddenly the door flung open and Charlie jumped in his seat and yelped in surprise, jerking his hand out from his shorts as he turned around in his chair.
"A-ha! I knew it! Wait 'til I tell mom that you like tossing off to porn on your-" Emily said, stopping short as she looked from her little brother's flushed face to the video on his computer monitor.
"What... what's that?" Emily said, pointing at the monitor, as she met Charlie's red-faced expression of fear with her own expression of shock and confusion.
(Chapter 7 to be continued)
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