Together Forever

Chapter 1: "One Last Job"

It was an early morning in a quiet little town at the edge of the country. Seagulls sang as they followed a rundown minitruck on a road leading to the manor atop a cliff. The driver was a 32-year-old Bryce, a handyman who received a call last night about a collapsed bed needing new legs.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Bryce muttered, slowing down as saw how treacherous the road up ahead was. The road had a lot of deadly sharp turns and the only thing stopping anyone from plummeting into the rocky shores was a weak-looking fence made of branches and twigs.

The brave handyman carried on. He had to. He had a job to do and he needed the money. He's been saving up to escape this boring town and live in the city where the streets were fuller and the nights were brighter.

See, back in high school when he was full of passion, Bryce made a very public confession of love to a girl who stole his young heart. But she rejected him.

The rejection stuck with him for years after that and he's been avoiding any kind of romantic relationship since. He spent the next years focusing on work and adopting a cold and emotionless exterior, only showing emotions when he's drunk or with his close buds.

But Bryce made a promise to himself, a promise he's been working up to. When he moves to the big city, he'll put himself out there again. He would open himself up to a possibility of a romantic relationship again.

His buds have been very supportive. They knew that he was getting close to making enough money for it and that he'll be gone at any moment now. They knew Bryce, and they knew that it would be best for him to start anew, especially with all the enemies he made in this town. Little did they know, Bryce just needed one last job.

After expertly navigating the twists and turns of the road he finally managed to reach the front of the manor. He took a moment to release a sigh of relief, driving through that road felt like walking on a tightrope. He could've sworn he saw a huge part of the fence broken-in but tried not to think of it. The shaken handyman made a mental note to make a complaint about the road when he got back home.

After freshening up, Bryce exited his vehicle with his toolbox in hand and approached the manor. He felt intimidated by the size of the door in front of him, and the walk through their front yard was pretty long. "Rich people," he thought to himself as he raised his fist to knock.

Before his knuckles could land on the door, however, he heard a click. The massive doors were opened and he was greeted to a surprisingly tall woman. Bryce was so used to being the tallest person in the room that seeing this lady tower over him felt odd.

The woman had smooth blonde hair that ended in round curls by her neck. She looked poised and proper, not a single mark or crease on her silky white dress and smoke black shawl. Body-wise, she was curvaceous, possessing the 'hourglass figure'.

"Oh! You must be the handyman I called for," the tall lady spoke, giving him a friendly smile.

"Yes ma'am..." Bryce smiled back, trying desperately to keep his eyes on the woman's face and not her breasts... which happened to be perfectly levelled with his head. "I heard you needed help with a bed?" he continued, maintaining his professional behavior. The tall lady smiled warmly and welcomed him into her home.

As he entered, he immediately got a bad feeling in his gut. But he couldn't explain it, so he simply pushed forward. As he followed behind the tall lady through the empty halls, he admired the furniture and paintings inside.

One painting in particular caught his attention, it was the biggest and most detailed one, it's of the tall lady and a younger girl that looks like she might be a daughter. "Are they the only two in this massive manor?" Bryce wondered to himself.

"Oh yes, that beautiful painting we just passed is me and my daughter, Lilith. We are the only ones living here," the tall lady abruptly said.

"...what?" Bryce muttered, how did she...

"My daughter is a pain, really... this isn't the first time she broke her bed. I think she might be getting too heavy for it. You specialize in woodworking, correct?"

"I uhm..." Bryce snapped out of it, "Yes ma'am I do."

"Good, I'll need her bed to be sturdier. I'm willing to pay however much that costs..."

Bryce was more than happy to do what the woman had ask. He smiled and nodded at the woman as they drew closer to a pair of large doors.

The lady abruptly stopped in her tracks. Bryce's face almost buried into her bosom as she suddenly turned around. "Oh! Goodness me... where are my manners? I haven't even introduced myself!" she exclaimed, rubbing her forehead.

"I'm Ludella," she stepped back, reaching her hand out for a handshake, "I am the lady of this manor. And you are?"

"Bryce, ma'am..." the handyman responded as he shook her hand.

Ludella gave him a kind smile once more, "Brilliant."

As they arrive at her daughter's bedroom, the tall woman opens it for him and they both walk in. Bryce is immediately distracted by an intriguing smell... It was familiar yet he couldn't pinpoint what it was. The walls were pastel pink and the floor was white. There were stuffed toys of all sizes scattered on the floor. The room was untidy to say the least.

"Ugh.. Pardon the mess- LILITH!!!" the disappointed mother called, walking towards the bathroom.

"What are you doing here!?" a voice called out from the bathroom, presumably Lilith's.

Bryce stood awkwardly as he listened to Ludella and her daughters' exchanges. They don't seem to be on good terms at the moment.

"Didn't I tell you to clean your room!?" Ludella scolded as she stood at the doorway of Lilith's bathroom.

"I forgot!! A lot has happened! Give me a break!"

"Young lady, I need you to be more respectful to me. I AM YOUR MOTHER! And you have done nothing but make a mess that I have always had to clean up afterwards!!"

"Okay!! Geez. I'm sorry! I'll clean my room now!"

Ludella sighed, "clean yourself up, the handyman is here," she said before she walked up to Bryce. The handyman's gaze was effectively stuck on the woman's heavy pair of breasts as they moved towards his face. "I apologize for the fuss... I'll leave you to it," Ludella said before exiting the room and gently closing the doors behind her.

It was quite the fuss, but Bryce had a job to do so he wouldn't think about it too much. He took out a tape measurer from his toolbox and began to measure the dimensions of Lilith's broken bed. While he worked, he kept hearing wet, squelching sounds coming from the bathroom. The curious guy couldn't help but wonder what the girl is doing in there. Once he was done with his measurements, he was able to go back to his truck to get the wood planks he'll need.

"Miss Lilith, I'm gonna go get the materials for your bed." Bryce called out as he left his toolbox by the door. He noticed what seemed to be men's clothing sprawled out on the floor but didn't think much of it. Lilith wasn't responding so he decided to just go and get the planks.

Bryce had a pretty decent directional awareness so he was able to navigate his way back to the entrance. As he worked on marking and sawing the wood he brought, he realized something. Lilith's room reeked of cum! That smell he couldn't put his finger on was semen. Suddenly all the pieces started to fall into place. "Ahh, shit... A guy must've fucked her so hard it broke her bed," he thought to himself, chuckling at his own wild theory.

When he finished compiling the wood he needed, he began carrying them over his shoulder and back into Lilith's room. It took a few trips back and forth, the manor was huge after all, but he eventually got all of them in. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and took a little break before he would go back to work.

"So you're my handyman, huh," a voice spoke from the bathroom.

As Bryce's head tilted towards the sound, he saw Lilith. She was a sight for sore eyes. Her silky dirty-blonde hair waved down her back. Her curvaceous tan body shined under the ray of sunlight that entered her window, covered only by a fluffy white bathrobe that wrapped around her waist, covering her private areas but showing a little bit of cleavage. She was also taller than Bryce, not as tall as her mom for sure, but still tall.

Bryce didn't know how long he's been staring, but he averted his gaze as soon as he caught himself.

"Miss..." he greeted with a nod as he went back to work. Bryce really shouldn't be thinking what he is thinking, not on the job.

Lilith began to strut around the room, collecting rubbish and tidying up while Bryce was working on her bed. While she vacuumed the floor, he was connecting the planks. While she hastily picked up clothes, he was hammering in the nails. They both exchanged gazes every now and then but Bryce always looked away first, revealing his priorities. As the bed got stronger so too did their sexual tension.

However, after a few hours, the bed was eventually done and he was ready to collect that sweet, sweet paycheck. Lilith entered her bathroom a while ago and Bryce didn't see her since. The handyman kneeled down to pack up his tools in his toolbox.

"You're done already?" Lilith asked from the bathroom doorway. She had already put on a feathery pink crop-top and a matching feathery white skirt that kind of outlined her curvaceous hips. She also had put on a dark red lipstick. "Aren't you supposed to test if it's sturdy enough?"

Bryce's eyebrows narrowed in suspicion as he reached for his toolbox. "Miss, I used some of my strongest wood to support your bedframe. You may test to see for yourself," the handyman suggested as he took a step back to make way for the towering teenage girl.

Lilith slowly climbed onto her upgraded bed. She had her hips raised slightly as she crawled to give her observant handyman a peek of her panties. As she turned to look at Bryce, she saw that he was already rubbing his forehead in discomfort... or arousal? He himself couldn't tell.

"Seems sturdy to me, but I'll need more weight to fully test this bed."

"Ma'am, if the bed supports you, then I've done my job," he said as he began to walk to the door. But before he could reach even halfway out of her large room...

"Wait... Stop!"

Bryce sighed a bit before turning his head towards the girl.

"I fuck guys on this bed."

"Your bed will be able to support that, ma'am. Have a nice day." He continued walking.

"Multiple guys sometimes, and it usually gets really rough." She said in a weird playful baby voice, "I need to know that my bwed is stuurdy so it won't bweak anymowe!"

Bryce was visibly annoyed. He didn't even try to hide it anymore. But a suppressed part of him wanted to get on the bed with Lilith.

Bryce gazed at the girl on the bed as he battled with himself for a minute, "Am I actually aroused by this chick? She is hot as fuck.. but real annoying too... should I fuck her? No... no I shouldn't. and I'm not that shallow... why would I even think of that?? God, I really need to get out of this town and get some pussy on me..."

He fixed his gaze towards the bed and thought to himself, "I'll just play along to reassure her that her bed is sturdy. Once I've shown her, I'll just go, whether she wants me to or not."

"Fine..." he sighed, as he walked towards the girl's bed.

He walked towards the bed and climbed onto it. In that minute of thinking, he hadn't considered how huge Lilith was. A silent but creeping foreboding started to fester in him as he realized that this girl could probably overpower him if she wanted to.

But she probably wouldn't... right?

"You know... you're really hot... for a handyman... you guys are usually wrinkly with white hairs and stuff." Lilith said.

Bryce was indeed, an attractive man. He had effortlessly won prom king during his time in highschool and was the town heartthrob for a while. He had handsome blue eyes that were strong and piercing and brown hair that was smooth yet a little scruffy from his work. He had a full beard that complemented his gruff exterior.

"Miss I am not interested."

The tall teenager giggled as she saw Bryce all serious before shooting him an oddly perverted-looking stare "but that's part of the fun, is it not?"

Bryce couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows at that comment. That was it. It was time to go. He stood up and went for the door but she swiftly caught his wrist.

"W-wuh..!" he panted as he tugged fruitlessly against his arm. "How strong is this bitch?" he thought to himself.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Let go of my fucking hand, princess," Bryce growled, clearly pissed and not having any of her antics. However, despite being a decently muscular man, he could not pry his hand from the younger chick.

"Listen here, mister handyman, I am not the type to take no for an answer. You have no idea what I can do to you..." she threatened with a smirk as she yanked him onto the bed and pinned his chest under her left thigh.

"W-what the fuck?! This isn't fucking funny, let me go!!" Bryce yelled with self-proclaimed authority as he stared up at the stubborn teen. When that didn't work, he began kicking and punching with all his might.

But his display did nothing but fuel Lilith's twisted horniness. It was actually quite intriguing how much energy the guy still had left after hours of work.

Lilith placed one hand on Bryce's neck, effectively choking him into the cushions as she grabbed his crotch with her other hand. She gave his crotch a tight squeeze, causing his eyes to widen as he wheezed in pain around her cold fingers. Lilith always had an affinity for making 'strong gruff men' gasp and struggle underneath her.

A burst of sadistic giggles erupted from her throat as her excitement radically increased. Her tone switched from snobby teenage girl to sing-song psychotic for a bit, "oooooohhh youwre SUCH a wittle cutie aren't ya??... yes yuu are!! Nawt so big and strong anymowe?"

She giggled some more, treating him such disregard as she mindlessly tightened her grip on his neck. "I can't wait to play with you ALL fucking night!!"