laine decorously exited Mrs. McBain’s home office after the conclusion of the quarterly report on her progress in the new high-school.
During the last one year, she had learned much about the people and the way of life in the upper crust society. As for her new school, it was good with decent grades and a small clump of friends to her laurel.
It was the home, or rather the house, every minute spent there was longer than the one before. Most days it was just she in the house left to her own machinations.
Mrs. McBain preferred staying with friends, or at hotels. Damian, whom Elaine had met only thrice–a very dour and intimidating man–over family dinners hosted quarterly at the residence, had his own pad in the city.
Tonight, it was one of those family nights.
Mid-stride, on her way to get ready for the dinner, a gurgle of giggling halted her progress up the stairs on the landing to the first floor. It came from one of the guest rooms.
As far as Elaine knew none of the family’s few close relations invited were planning to stay the night.
Etiquette dictated that she walk away. But when a whimper filtered through the air as though someone were in dismal misery, Elaine’s curiosity whetted.
What if someone required help?
The door was ajar. She would just give a little peek inside. If everything seemed okay, she would walk away leaving the occupants undisturbed.
Having decided, Elaine neared the room on light, unhurried footsteps. She was about to reach for the knob on the long oak when unexpectedly it flung open on her.
A young woman adjusting her ginormous breasts back into the front of her dress was happily scurrying ahead a beautifully, disconcertingly bare chested Trevor.
Elaine recognised the woman. Violet Marbury was Damian McBain’s current paramour. And the state in which she and his younger brother were spilling out of a vacant room spelled unquestionably what they had been doing in there.
Their easy playfulness came to a halt when their sights landed on her. Each exhibited a different reaction.
Trevor stunned, his green Henley shirt in hand, looked truly lost for words, while Violet deliberately slowed the process of covering her boobs the size of giant Truck headlights no man could ever miss.
Elaine would have thought Violet mortified to have been caught cheating on Damian with his young brother, flustered in the least. But contrary to what was expected, she took smug satisfaction in keeping her physical bounty on display for as long as possible, and enjoyed proving what the younger girl lacked.
Elaine, sixteen now, might not have had proportions directing every eye in their vicinity to them, but she was content with what she had. And for all she cared, the woman and her jiggling assets could have all the lurid leers they wanted.
“Lost, are you?”
Violet’s high pitched voice, if exposed to it long, could grate anyone’s nerve. How Damian could stand it was a mystery? But then again, Elaine didn’t think he did much of talking with her.
More of that noise spewed, but with a caustic jibe this time. “Or is it that you’re right where you want to be? Following Trevor with just your eyes isn’t enough anymore?”
“Violet!” Trevor snapped, piqued with the older woman’s uncalled for goading.
Elaine positively reddened with chagrin.
“Oh, c’mon Trev.” A manicured hand trailed over taut grid of his pectorals. “Her problem isn’t much different from what’s been ailing-”
“Do you ever think before you say?” His tone hardened in warning.
Trevor was in no mood to hear what Violet had to tell. And when she laughed at his quick fielding, he impatiently commanded, “Go and wait for me out front. I’ll be there in a minute.”
A cool shrug and a knowing snort later, Violet sashayed down the stairs. As Trevor watched her, seemingly unable to take his eyes off, Elaine, still scarlet with embarrassment, sought to take this opening to quietly slip away from there.
She was
During the last one year, she had learned much about the people and the way of life in the upper crust society. As for her new school, it was good with decent grades and a small clump of friends to her laurel.
It was the home, or rather the house, every minute spent there was longer than the one before. Most days it was just she in the house left to her own machinations.
Mrs. McBain preferred staying with friends, or at hotels. Damian, whom Elaine had met only thrice–a very dour and intimidating man–over family dinners hosted quarterly at the residence, had his own pad in the city.
Tonight, it was one of those family nights.
Mid-stride, on her way to get ready for the dinner, a gurgle of giggling halted her progress up the stairs on the landing to the first floor. It came from one of the guest rooms.
As far as Elaine knew none of the family’s few close relations invited were planning to stay the night.
Etiquette dictated that she walk away. But when a whimper filtered through the air as though someone were in dismal misery, Elaine’s curiosity whetted.
What if someone required help?
The door was ajar. She would just give a little peek inside. If everything seemed okay, she would walk away leaving the occupants undisturbed.
Having decided, Elaine neared the room on light, unhurried footsteps. She was about to reach for the knob on the long oak when unexpectedly it flung open on her.
A young woman adjusting her ginormous breasts back into the front of her dress was happily scurrying ahead a beautifully, disconcertingly bare chested Trevor.
Elaine recognised the woman. Violet Marbury was Damian McBain’s current paramour. And the state in which she and his younger brother were spilling out of a vacant room spelled unquestionably what they had been doing in there.
Their easy playfulness came to a halt when their sights landed on her. Each exhibited a different reaction.
Trevor stunned, his green Henley shirt in hand, looked truly lost for words, while Violet deliberately slowed the process of covering her boobs the size of giant Truck headlights no man could ever miss.
Elaine would have thought Violet mortified to have been caught cheating on Damian with his young brother, flustered in the least. But contrary to what was expected, she took smug satisfaction in keeping her physical bounty on display for as long as possible, and enjoyed proving what the younger girl lacked.
Elaine, sixteen now, might not have had proportions directing every eye in their vicinity to them, but she was content with what she had. And for all she cared, the woman and her jiggling assets could have all the lurid leers they wanted.
“Lost, are you?”
Violet’s high pitched voice, if exposed to it long, could grate anyone’s nerve. How Damian could stand it was a mystery? But then again, Elaine didn’t think he did much of talking with her.
More of that noise spewed, but with a caustic jibe this time. “Or is it that you’re right where you want to be? Following Trevor with just your eyes isn’t enough anymore?”
“Violet!” Trevor snapped, piqued with the older woman’s uncalled for goading.
Elaine positively reddened with chagrin.
“Oh, c’mon Trev.” A manicured hand trailed over taut grid of his pectorals. “Her problem isn’t much different from what’s been ailing-”
“Do you ever think before you say?” His tone hardened in warning.
Trevor was in no mood to hear what Violet had to tell. And when she laughed at his quick fielding, he impatiently commanded, “Go and wait for me out front. I’ll be there in a minute.”
A cool shrug and a knowing snort later, Violet sashayed down the stairs. As Trevor watched her, seemingly unable to take his eyes off, Elaine, still scarlet with embarrassment, sought to take this opening to quietly slip away from there.
She was
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