Breaking And Entering With Steele Pt. 05

"So, how long does this sit on here for?" AJ asked, his cock semi-hard, which was a good thing. It kept it from getting depilatory cream on it.

"Pull some of the hair. If it comes off easy, you're done. If it feels like it's yanking it out, wait a minute."

AJ grabbed a small tuft of hair and pulled, and it disintegrated.

"Times up! Rub-a-dub-dub," Melody said, and she grabbed the shower head out of the holder and turned the water back on, this time, icy cold.

"Fuck!" AJ hissed, but Melody laughed, and she sprayed the cream, and his hair, right off of him, as if pressure washing a statue of David. AJ scrubbed his crotch, removing the last errant traces of hair from around his cock, and Melody, in her haste and eagerness, ran her hands up and down his pubic bone, his inner thighs, and then she grabbed his nutsack, gently sliding it around in her hand, tugging the errant hairs off of him.

AJ reflexively spread his legs a bit more and Melody continued washing him off, tugging his skin and caressing his balls until they were absolutely, one hundred percent, hairless. AJ smiled, and Melody, either out of habit, or something else, reached out, grabbed hold of his cock which was now back to being hard as fucking titanium, and she stroked it from base to tip, two times, and then let go, as if she'd done something terribly wrong.

AJ watched the mixed emotions play over her face, and then she turned around and went to the sink. She grabbed her nightgown out of the basin, wrung it out so hard water splashed everywhere, and then she pulled it over her shoulders. She didn't even notice it was inside out as she pulled it closed in front of herself and tied the wet rope around her waist.

AJ stood there, feeling like a new man. A super horny, thoroughly aroused, and absolutely confused man, but a new one, nonetheless.

"Finish cleaning everything up," Melody said then, unlocking the door and opening it quickly.

"Where do you want me to put all the stuff?" AJ asked.

"Back in the basket, under the sink. Come on."

AJ nodded, shaking his head at his own stupidity. He pulled the tub drain, put all the bottles of stuff back in the basket, put the basket away, and then grabbed a towel off the rack and dried a few drops off his body, as he had pretty much drip-dried in the process, everything but his feet.

Once he was done, he put on his new underwear and t-shirt, gathered his dirty clothes and towel, and headed back to his room, dropping his dirty clothes in the wash on the way. After that, he went to his gaming table, picked up his phone, and almost fell over.

He fell into the love seat as he continued staring at the screen of his phone and the notification that read: 1 New Message; Abbey Farnsworth. Unread.

AJ pressed his thumb against the phone screen and opened the messaging app. Her message was one word.

Abbey: Hi!

He checked the time. She'd messaged him almost an hour ago. He checked the time. It was almost eleven at night. He hoped she was still up. His fingers typed, erased, retyped, erased, and retyped again. The outgoing message finally read,

AJ: Hey. Long time no see.

He waited for a reply. He continued waiting. Five minutes went by, and then ten. He went to his bed, laid down, and closed his eyes. He would send her another message tomorrow, letting her know he was still interested in speaking to her. He felt his eyelids growing heavy, and then, his phone lit up. It buzzed and AJ opened his eyes. He picked up his phone and opened it. Abbey had responded. He opened his messages and read:

Abbey: Hey! Sorry. Had to take a shower before bed. Miss me?

AJ smiled. Boy did he ever miss her? He barely knew her but, he wanted to know her more. He felt like they'd barely even got out of the gate, and the race had suddenly been rained out. He smiled and typed into the phone;

AJ: What happened? I called. Heard you...then nothing.

Abbey responded as if she'd pre-typed the message and was just waiting for him to ask.

Abbey: My little brother is a shit. He picked up. Then he thought it would be funny if he flushed my phone down the toilet.

AJ responded; Oh My God.

Abbey replied; Funny. I was just saying that in the shower with my waterproof vibrator.

AJ responded; Ha-ha. Would pay money to see that.

The next message was a picture, a close-up of Abbey's pussy with a stark white waterproof vibrator sandwiched between her lips. Another picture blinked into his messages, this one showing the vibrator suctioned onto her clit, the tender flesh of her clit hood being sucked into the head of the thing. The third picture was a full body shot, Abbey's face had a supremely erotic, lustful look to it. Her eyes were rolled back in her head as if she were cumming out of her mind and she looked as if she were ready to collapse

AJ: Looks like fun.

Abbey replied quickly.

Abbey: It was. Next time, you should join me.

AJ smiled again. He wondered just how much of her pictures were staged, and how she'd taken the picture one handed...

Abbey: By the way, my new phone is waterproof, so if my little brother tries to flush it, he's getting flushed too.

AJ chuckled.

Abbey: Sorry my phone got fried. Thankfully, I was able to get it replaced. Only three hundred dollar deductible! What a racket.

AJ: That sucks

Abbey: Yeah. But my new phone can control my vibrator so, I'm much happier.

AJ smiled and typed quickly,

AJ: I got a new phone too. Just today.

Abbey sent another picture, this time a close-up of her tits taken with a flash, underneath her covers. They weren't huge like Candice's or Melody's, but they were decent and perky, and...they were pierced. Little black barbells adorned her nipples from left to right.

Abbey: No vibrator?

AJ: Nope. No vibrator. I guess I just don't give off that kind of vibe.

Abbey: Clever! How do you like my tits?

AJ: Nice. Very Nice.

Abbey: Wanna see more?

AJ groaned.

AJ: I do, but it's late. I need to go to sleep.

Abbey: Well if I was there, you wouldn't be doing much sleeping.

AJ: I bet. Oh, guess what?

Abbey: Uh, scientists finally figured out that the universal expansion of space/time is just an error in their calculations.

AJ: No. Did they? No. My dad got married. His wife and her daughter moved in.

There was a substantial moment before Abbey sent her next message, but when she did, it was short.

Abbey: So...are we through?

AJ furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and his fingers typed like mad.

AJ: No. Why would be be through? I was just letting you know what's happened. When you were getting your phone replaced.

Abbey: How old is she? Your new sis?

AJ: My age. Maybe a year or two younger. Why?

Abbey: Oh, that's perfect. I love kinky shit and that's some kinky shit. Okay, I'm game.

AJ: Game? What are you talking about? What's kinky?

Abbey: Fucking your sister. Step-sister. My bad. No worries, unless she's a dog. I don't mess with dogs.

AJ: I'm not fucking my sister. And she's not a dog. She's actually kind of pretty.

Abbey: No. Not sister. Step-sister. Nice try. If she's your step-sister, you're fucking her. Maybe not right now, but plan on it. It doesn't NOT happen. And if you say she's kind of pretty, she's gotta be a ten. Maybe an eleven. Man, surprise, surprise. Yay me.

AJ: I'm not sure I'm following

Abbey: Dude. One hundred percent honesty here. I'm down for it. No holds barred, you know what I'm saying? Those old geezers called me weird. They have no fucking idea. Ugh. I need to get the fuck outta this house. My entire family is driving me fucking nuts. It's like living with the Waltons'.

AJ: The people who own that grocery chain?

Abbey: No embryo. The T.V. Show.

AJ: Never saw it.

Abbey: Obviously.

AJ: Well, okay. You wanna come over? Not right now, but...like, tomorrow?

The next picture was another close-up, this time, of Abbey's vibrator sucking her clit underneath the covers, her lips completely coated with glistening wetness.

Abbey: Only if you promise to replace my vibrator with your cock.

AJ: My god I'm so fucking hard right now

Abbey: I'm cumming.

AJ: Haha. Yeah right.

It was a good three minutes before he got another message, and it was another picture, this time, of Abbey's hand close to her pussy, her fingers splayed out with translucent ropes of sticky wetness strung between her fingers and her pussy lips. AJ groaned and grabbed his cock, squeezing it under his grip.

Abbey: Got something for your sister to clean up. Oh sorry. Step-sister.

AJ: I don't know if she's into that sort of thing

Abbey: If she isn't, she will be. You can count on it.

AJ laughed and considered telling Abbey that Candice wasn't at home anymore, but he refrained. She'd figure it out soon enough. Then he'd have to explain everything that had happened over the past week and a half. Then he'd have to hope to god she didn't just get up and walk out the door, to never return or call again.

Abbey: Well, if you're going to sleep, I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow.

AJ: Sounds good.

AJ sent the message and then heard the top stair creak as someone, or something, put its weight on the step. "What the hell?" AJ whispered to himself. He picked up his phone, trying to decide whether taking a picture of the intruder, turning the light on, or simply keeping it off, was the right move. He pulled the phone close and thumbed a message.

AJ: Hey, in case I end up dead, I think I hear someone in my room.

His phone vibrated then.

Abbey: It's not me.

His fingers flew.

AJ: I know. I can hear them coming down the stairs!

Abbey: Down where? Do you live in a sex dungeon?

AJ: No. My room is in the basement.

Abbey: No shit? Full on a sex dungeon.

AJ: It's not a sex dungeon.

He picked his phone up, positioning it to take a picture, with the flash on. He waited. Another message came through.

Abbey: Not yet.

AJ shook his head and peered into the darkness, trying to figure out who, or what was coming into his room. He thought about getting up and grabbing his baseball bat, but it was on the other side of the basement, sticking out of a box. His weight bench was much closer. If he needed, he would grab a dumbbell and use that as a weapon.

A body stepped down off the stairs. AJ held his breath, waiting.

"AJ?" A voice whispered, cutting through the darkness. AJ grits his teeth and looks up at the absolute darkness of the ceiling. It was Melody. What in the fuck was she doing, coming down here in the middle of the night? A hundred different scenarios went through his head and then he thought about his dad. Something must have happened to his dad.

"Is Dad okay?" AJ asked the darkness. He hit the button on the side of his phone, putting it to sleep. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," he heard her say, and then, "Oww! Shit. What issh this?"

"I don't know," AJ said. "Probably my weight bench. You want me to turn on the lights?"

"No," Melody said, sounding aggravated by the suggestion. "I...I'll be there..." He heard her slap the metal stanchion in the middle of the room and hoped she hadn't just hit her head on it. "Okay. The polessh there," she said, and AJ noticed then she sounded a little tipsy.

"What's going on?" AJ asked as Melody came closer, and then she was there, at his bed. He felt her sit down next to his knees, her weight settling onto the bed, and the darkness of her silhouette was somehow darker than the rest of it around her.

"I'm sorry," Melody said then, her hand falling on the empty space between her and his right leg. Her hand lifted up and came back down again, this time, on his leg.

"Sorry? Sorry about what?" AJ asked.

"I...I shouldn't have left you like that."

"Like what?" AJ asked.

"Like I did!" she said, her voice rising just a bit. "I feel...horrible."

"Don't...don't be like that," AJ said, trying to calm her. "It's okay. Honest. I'm fine."

"Are you really though?" Melody asked. AJ could feel her moving around, and he suspected she was searching for something.

"What's wrong?" AJ asked quickly, hoping he could stop her from searching further.

"Do you... hash...your phone?" She asked.

"Yeah," AJ said, slipping the device further to his left, and then sliding it down between the bed and wooden frame. "It's on my dresser," AJ lied.

"You were on it, weren't you?" She asked.

"Yeah," AJ replied, and then he realized that if there was something he hadn't found, some sort of snooping program, everything Abbey had just sent him, the pictures, the texts, everything...Melody might have a copy. He groaned out of frustration. He should have warned her. He should have just called her! But he was so filled with angst, he didn't know what to do. "I was just on it a minute ago, before you came down," AJ admitted.

"So you were looking at the pictures," she said.

"I, I mean, I, I didn't ask for them," AJ began, trying to make up some sort of excuse.

"I know," Melody replied, and AJ felt she did know. She knew everything. He was in so much trouble, and now, the only thing that might save him, was if he could keep Melody from telling his father.

"I'm sorry," AJ said, shaking his head. "I'm a guy. I, I see that kind of stuff and it...it goes right to my head."

"I know," Melody said again. "I thought I could...trust-"

"You can," AJ said quickly, cutting her off. "Mommy, you can trust me."

"Just...erase them," Melody said, her voice sounding hesitant.

"I will," AJ said then. "First thing in the morning. I'll delete them all."

"No," Melody said after a moment. "You...you don't have to delete them all. I just...I don't want your father to find out."

"He won't," AJ said then, trying to reassure Melody that his messages and pictures between Abbey and himself would remain that way. "I can remove them. I'll transfer them onto a jump drive."

"What if he finds it?" Melody asked.

"I'll encrypt it," AJ said then. "And if he tried to get into it, it'll erase the drive."

"You can...do that?"

"Yeah," AJ said, but then he refrained from elaborating. The less she knew, the better. She'd probably want access to the drive herself, he knew her well enough, but he already had a plan for that as well. He could always have more than one jump drive.

"You promise...to do that?" Melody asked.

"Absolutely," AJ replied, thinking he might even do it as soon as she was out of his room. The longer the pictures of Abbey, and his texts, stayed on his phone, the more chance there was of them falling into the wrong hands.

"But what about you?" Melody asked, her hand gently stroking the inside of his leg, just above his knee.

"What? What about me?" AJ asked, not understanding.

"I didn't mean to tease you," she said, and her hand lifting up again. "You probably think I'm some sort of...crazy bitch."

"No," AJ said, trying his best to sound convincing. "No, I don't. You were...just...making sure...my hair was clean."

"Your hair does look better," Melody said.

"It does," AJ said admittedly.

"And you smell good," Melody added.

"Yeah," AJ agreed. "I really like that body butter stuff."

"I do too," Melody said and her hand fell onto his arm, and slid down to his hand. She picked his hand up and held it in her own, and then she felt her lips press against his knuckles. "You have really big hands." AJ didn't know why, but the way she was holding his hand, and the way her lips were gently brushing the back of his fingers, made his manhood swell with excitement. "Has anyone ever told you that?"

"No, not uh...not really," AJ said.

"They say any more than a handful is too much. I disagree. I say it depends on the guys' hands."

"His hands?" AJ replied.

"Yeah," Melody said, and he felt her scoot across the bed, coming up to sit next to him. "See, your hand is this big," Melody said, lifting his hand up and placing her own against it, palm to palm. "My hands are a lot smaller."

"I...I can feel that yeah," AJ said, nodding.

He felt a slight buzz from the left-hand side of his bed, and a dim light glowed from the edge of his bed. Melody, thankfully, was sitting on his right, facing the opposite direction. She lifted his hand up, and then he felt her press his palm against something supremely soft, and warm. He went to pull away, but after a bit of resistance, he knew she wasn't going to let him, not unless he really tried, and then, it would be bad.

"Mmmm," Melody made a lustful sound and she wrapped his fingers around her breast, and then caressed herself with his hands, as much as her own. "Can you feel that?" She asked.

"Yes," AJ replied, his hand now squeezing her insanely soft breasts, switching back and forth between the two, and intermittently brushing across her nipples, playing with each of them in turn.

"God that feels good," Melody moaned, and then her right hand reached over and landed on his blanket, right on top of his growing appendage. "Oh my god," Melody said then.

"What?" AJ asked, unsure whether she was glad, annoyed, happy, angry, upset, or excited.

"You're still hard?" She asked, half surprised and half impressed.

"I, well, I-" Aj tried to make up an excuse. He was going to tell her that he hadn't stayed hard this entire time. His penis had gone soft quite a few times between the shower and now, but he didn't know whether the information would be well received, or if it would set her off.

"See? That's what I'm talking about," Melody said, pulling her hand off of him, and then pulling his hand off of her chest. "I'm just making it worse."

"No," AJ said then, not wanting her to get upset. "You're not making it worse." It seemed quite often that when Melody was in a position of guilt, or fault, she turned to finding some reason to be offended, and then she got angry...

"Yes - I am," Melody said then. "I...I don't know what the fuck I'm doing!"

"It's okay," AJ said then, trying to calm her down before his father heard and came storming down the stairs. "It's alright. I...I'm fine, you're fine, we're both fine. Nothing to get mad about."

"Mad?" Melody asked. "Why would I be mad?" AJ stammered, trying to say something, although he had no idea what to actually say. "You're the one who should be mad. All that pent-up testosterone. Your hormones must be driving you crazy."

"I'm fine," AJ said quickly. "I mean, yeah, sometimes, like, I can't get it to settle down but, you know, that's life."

"And it's your birthday," Melody said. "How could I do that to you? What kind of a mother am I?"

"A good one," AJ said quickly. "You're a good mom. An awesome mommy," AJ said, and he lifted his hand up to touch her arm, to try and comfort her, but his hand touched her chin instead, and she grabbed his hand, her lips wrapping around his pointer and middle finger, sucking them into her mouth. It was not what he expected her to do, but the action made his johnson swell with eager anticipation.

"Am I though?" Melody asked, letting go of his hand.

"Yes," AJ said quickly.

"I try to be," Melody said, "but I don't just want to be good. I want to be the best."

"The best?" AJ asked, his smile in the dark going unnoticed. "How can anyone be the best?"

"Taking care of things when they need to be taken care of," Melody said as if suddenly finding the courage to do the impossible. "I need to stop thinking and just do. Take care of business. Stop the bullshitting and man up."

"Man up?" AJ asked, chuckling. "Sounds like something my coach used to say."

"You had a life coach?" Melody asked.

"No. Football," AJ said.

"Ahhhh, big hands. I should have known you played football."

"Well, that was a long time ago," AJ said, remembering the time with a certain amount of nostalgia.

"Well, if it makes it any easier, you can act like you're a football player, and I'll be the cheerleader."