Under My Enemy's Roof - Under Him

My parents pulled some of the many strings at their disposal and arranged for me to be exiled to relatives in London rather than go to prison, for the recommended fifteen years. Simone drove me to the airport. I was twenty-two, and it was the last time I would see my big sister alive.

No one knew, but that was why I worked so much. I was designing a finance app that showed users how to maximize and protect their money, not only from black hat hackers but also the people who were meant to be the good guys but hardly ever did what they promised. At least for the people who most needed it. I considered it my penitence. Both to Simone as well as for being born into the privileged class who really were treated differently. My own view being that everyone was an autonomous individual, and no one was inherently better than anyone else. Humans all the way down to paraphrase Bertrand Russell.

Becky walked by with Jessica taking her to her playroom or at least the bedroom that I had set up as her playroom. I took notice of Becky. Still in the ass-hugging yoga pants, pairing it with a snug hoodie that did little to obscure her large, lovely boobs, her hair tied back in a ponytail, her feet bare. She really was something. Young and hot, not shy about letting the world know it. The weird thing was she didn't seem to know how hot she was. Or if she did, she didn't care. Not really seeming concerned about such things.

I couldn't stand her personality, mostly because she was so bossy when it came to Jessica, and I didn't like being told what to do by anyone. Even if they did know better than me. I listened to Simone, but that was different. She always presented things as teaching rather than lecturing or correction.

I couldn't get Becky out of my mind. The pressure in my pants getting to desperate levels.

Closing and locking the door, I went back to my desk and hauled out my cock. It was the first time I had done anything like that in a while. I guess I hadn't been in the mood.

Wrapping my hand around my throbbing cock, I imagined Becky in the office with me. Bending over my desk, she pulled down her pants, revealing her beautiful ass and luscious pink pussy.

In my head, I ate her pussy, my hands firmly on her hips as she softly moaned. When she was wet and ready, I thought about standing up behind her, the difference in our height even more prominent than usual, and sliding my hard cock inside her, making her moan softly.

Imagining my cock most of the way in her tight little pussy, I imaged fucking her, softly at first and then hard, Becky making soft moaning noises and whispering encouragement as I pounded her.

The orgasm came fast and hard, the load bigger than I had expected. I bit my lip to keep from drawing attention to myself. Finally, I relaxed in my chair, spent but satisfied. It was then that I knew I had a real problem.Chapter Four - BeckyDean kept his word to me and spent all afternoon with Jessica in her playroom on Saturday. I also thought that it had to mean something that he had moved the playroom down the hall from his office. I would have suspected he would have done that just so he could look at my ass when I walked down there with Jessica, but I wasn’t sure if my boss really thought about me that way or at all.

I really didn't like how Dean treated me like I was supposed to take care of him and his niece. Jess, I didn't mind. It was what her mother had arranged for me to do, and Jess was a good kid. It was Dean that was the problem. Particularly now that we were stuck together by government order.

I could tell he had a problem with me, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what it was. I was doing the best I could, trying to help him take care of his niece and let him know what she needed for when I wasn't there anymore. Still, he seemed to resent it.

I didn't want to leave, if only for Jessica's sake, but things needed to get a whole lot better, or I was quitting as soon as the quarantine order was lifted.

In the meantime, I figured a way to get around Dean's coldness was to eat lunch with him, away from Jessica, so we could meet on equal footing as adults and see if there was a way to work things out.

The kitchen was so stocked it was a struggle to figure out what to make. I decided on cheesesteak sandwiches. They were always a hit back in Philly, where my extended family was, and I was in possession of my grandma's secret recipe, imparted to me on her death bed after swearing me to secrecy. If these sandwiches didn't get Dean to loosen up a bit, nothing would.