Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I didn’t respond, praying he wouldn’t come looking for me in here before I had time to close out of the video. I had just enough time to close the video player and file folders before he appeared in the doorway, staring at me intensely.
“What are you doing in here, Hails?” he asked, with an unmistakable edge of tension in his voice.
“I um…just needed to sign up for a class. The school emailed me, and I couldn’t get my laptop to connect to the wi-fi, so…”
Yeah, you don’t sound guilty at all, Hailee. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and pasted on a smile. His gaze flickered to the computer screen, to the photo of us with my dad. I could almost see the gears turning, his thoughts churning, as he studied my awkward posture.
“Well, I’m all done,” I said quickly. “I’ll get out of your way.”
My breast brushed against his arm as I slipped past him in the doorway. I felt my nipple harden inside my bra cup as I fought to suppress the arousal blooming in my belly. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper.
Just keep walking, just keep waking, nothing to see here…
I went straight to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me and then collapsing onto my bed. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t stop replaying the illicit footage in my mind. He’d recorded me all over the house, in every room.
Even in here.
I let my gaze roam the room, trying to not be obvious as I worked to figure out where he’d hidden the cameras. All the videos taken in this room seemed to have come from two angles, one high up, close to my bed, and the other closer to eye level, near my desk. I glanced at the bookshelf, wondering if he could have drilled a hole in the intricate woodwork between the shelves. I couldn’t see anything from this far away, but it was possible. I’d watched and read enough true crime to know that cameras could be incredibly small these days.
Was he watching me right now? The thought sent a cascade of tingles down my body. I wedged my clasped hands between my thighs and rolled onto my side, pressing my face into the pillow. I’d discovered something horrifying. For years, my uncle had been violating my trust. I should leave his house and never come back, maybe even tell the cops.
And yet…the sense of betrayal I felt was laced with inexplicable feelings of curiosity and excitement. I wondered how often he watched the footage, if he had favorite clips that he turned to on cold winter nights. Did he sit down and immediately reach for his cock, or did he tell himself he was only going to watch? Just for a minute…
All this time, I’d assumed I was the only one struggling with an inappropriate attraction. If I was honest with myself, I was probably fantasizing about him during more than one of the masturbation sessions he recorded. Imagining his thick arms and chiseled abs, how gorgeous he looked with a sheen of sweat after a workout. And those deep green eyes… I wanted to stare into them as he fucked me.
Did he think about me like that? What would he do if I called out his name the next time I touched myself?
An idea began to take root like a vine twisting around my thighs and spreading them wide. I tilted my hips in the direction of the hidden camera and pressed my palm to my center. If Uncle Logan was watching, I’d give him a private show worth recording.
A performance just for him, complete with a soundtrack.
4
LOGAN
To say I’d messed up would be an understatement.
I had messed up catastrophically.
“Fuck,” I muttered, smoothing my hair back and out of my face. I dropped into the chair in front of my desk, still warm from Hailee’s body.
Why the hell didn’t I lock my desktop before leaving the office? Thinking ten steps ahead in any situation was something I prided myself on. But in the time that she’d been away at college, I’d gotten lax about a lot of things; wandering into the kitchen buck-ass naked in the morning with my cock half-hard being chief among them. Forgetting to log out of my computer was maybe third on that list.
But complacency was no excuse. I should have covered my tracks better. The fact that I’d successfully kept a lid on my surveillance for the past four years wouldn’t mean a damn thing if it all fell apart now.
I pulled up the live camera feeds on my computer and cycled through them until I found Hailee in her bedroom. I needed to determine whether she saw something she shouldn’t have seen while I was out of the house. It shouldn’t have been hard to verify. No doubt, she’d already be packing her suitcase, horrified by the discovery and eager to put as much distance between herself and my cameras as possible, and she’d be right to do so. This little film project was never supposed to go this far.