Chapter 2

"Welcome back, my son," we heard Mom's voice from downstairs as she welcomed my brother.

On hearing this, Stacy immediately shut the door and rushed down, almost as though she was being chased or forced to do so.

With a loud voice, I heard from inside the room I was given: "Honey! You are home!!!"

I was still in shock as I wondered what had just happened—my brother's wife running off like that. Something just doesn't add up.

Shortly after eating the dish Stacy had prepared, I went to bed, and my thought for the night was: how a house this huge was maintained by just Stacy alone. Something seemed fishy. Even at the gate, there were no gatekeepers.

The gardener often talked about how all the workers would come at once, at a specific date and time, do their work with supervision from Ben, and go back to their respective homes.

"Why was this done?" was the thought on my mind throughout the night until I finally fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, I discovered I had missed several calls from Emma, who also dropped some messages.

The contents of the message showed how worried she was about my welfare.

On seeing this, I called back immediately. I doubt the phone rang before she picked it up.

"Hello! Evan, is that you?" Emma said with a very sharp and excited voice—almost like she heard news of a wild animal eating people at my brother's house.

"It's me, dear. How are you?" I replied, with my voice all deep and unclear. Suddenly I noticed the quick change in her mode of speaking.

She replied, "Darling, you got me really worried. You didn't call throughout yesterday, not even at night. At first, I thought you needed some rest, but then I couldn't sleep throughout the night, scared something had happened to you!"

Just as I was about to say a word, I heard a knock at the door.

I quickly rounded up the call with a "Got to go," as I walked towards the door while hanging up the phone.

There she was again—Stacy, the goddess!

"Good morning. Aren't you hungry?" she asked, and yet again, my eyes couldn't hold their gaze. The cleavage was quite bigger than that of yesterday's—so much so that I could see parts of her n*pples. Gosh! Why was she doing this to me?

I could feel an erection building up slowly.

I replied quickly, "No, ma!"

She looked at me, slightly disappointed.

"No—Stacy, sorry," I corrected immediately, still trying to fight back the erection I was having.

She smiled, looked down at my erection, and said, "You got a big one. Keep your guns till it's time to shoot."

After she said this, she walked away, cat-walking up the staircase.

At this point, I was on fire. I hurriedly shut the door, dropped my pants down to see what Stacy had erupted without laying a finger on me. Gosh!!

I couldn't take the heat. My guns wanted to shoot—shoot immediately.

I rushed down to my bag, searching for Vaseline, with my d*ck still hard.

I found it and was just about to open it when I heard a knock on the door yet again.

Who the f*ck could it be?

I quickly pulled up my pants and rushed towards the door, still trying to conceal my stubborn erection.

I opened the door, and standing there, looking as handsome as always, was my elder brother, Ben.

He smiled warmly at me, coming in for a hug, and then noticed my erection. I felt so embarrassed.

"Still up to no good, ei?" he said as he forced out a laugh.

I really couldn't hide my shame at this time.

"I just came to say hi. I was so tired last night that I forgot to stop by. I hope you like it here!" he said as he walked up the staircase.

I watched him leave and then I shut the door.

"Lucky bstard," I sighed and looked at my not-so-erected dck and exhaled deeply.

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At about 12 p.m., the music started playing; the DJ obviously knew what he was doing.

People soon started trooping in one after the other. And at about 1 p.m., there was a crowd in the yard.

I wore my favourite blue shirt and a pair of jeans and then walked into the yard where the people were.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I began to search for Stacy.

"Evan!!!" I heard someone scream, followed by the sound of foot stomps—apparently running towards me.

As soon as I turned around to see who it was, she jumped on me with a force almost taking me off the ground.

It was Ashley, an old friend of mine.

When I say "old friends," I think by now you should know what I mean.

She seemed to have a lot to say.

"Could we go somewhere private? I have a lot of catching up to do with you!" she said in an overly excited manner.

I thought for a second as I secretly looked around for Stacy.

I finally found her, with her beautiful blue gown and her tiara. She looked like one playing the role of a princess in a Disney movie—with Ben, her prince charming, standing right next to her.

She looked so beautiful, as always! But I could tell that she wasn't happy, masquerading it all with her cute smile.

Ashley, who had been waiting for my reply, seemingly ran out of patience and pulled my arm, dragging me into the building.

"Where is your room?" she asked, looking at everything with excitement.

"Up there," I said, pointing to the staircase. She immediately pulled me up.

As soon as we got there, I opened the door and let her into my room, and before I could say a word, she had started planting kisses on me as she took off my clothes and hers.

"Ashley, what are you doing?" asked I, who obviously knew what was going on from the onset. She failed to reply but instead continued with the kisses.

Now all that remained were our undies. As she took off her bra, her gorgeous b**bs fell down—all jiggling and full. Without a second thought, I reached out for them, almost like the relationship between magnets and metals.

Just then, the door opened abruptly, and my mom—who seemed to have been talking to someone—stood by the door of the room, still looking back at whom she was talking to.

At this point, there was no way we could hide this. Ashley, on the other hand, didn't really seem to care much.

"Here he is," said my mom as she walked in with Emma.