Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I paused the recording on a frame of Hailee sucking my dick in the home gym. Tapping my finger on the desk, I debated whether the quality of the recording was good enough to make it into this month’s batch of clips.
Finding clips of Hailee alone had proven to be a challenge. Most of the recent recordings featured the two of us. We barely left each other’s sides these days, choosing to sleep and shower together.
Graham knew that Hailee was home for winter break, and I was sure that he was looking forward to seeing her for the first time since she went away to college. That said, I didn’t necessarily need to break the truth to him this month. I could easily slap together a compilation of clips taken at the Palo Alto apartment and blame the delay on a camera malfunction.
But lying to Graham about my relationship with Hailee felt even dirtier than revealing the truth—which was already filthy as fuck. He was my big brother; we were close. We’d shared a secret lust for Hailee for so long that it felt traitorous to hide this development from him.
I decided the best way to present it was to tell the story in order, starting with the clip of her masturbating and moaning my name. I followed that up with the footage of the two of us having sex for the first time.
After double-checking that the phone was locked up tight using the special PIN, I overnighted the device to Graham’s lawyer. I knew he’d visit the prison the following afternoon. I told Hailee I had a big project to work on and shut myself in my office, waiting for the call to come.
Even though I knew it was coming, my pulse still jackknifed when I heard my ringtone.
Foregoing pleasantries, the first thing I said when I answered was, “You saw them?”
The silence on the other end of the line didn’t bode well, but I stuck it out, waiting for Graham to set the tone.
“I saw them.”
There was no missing the tension in his voice. My muscles twitched as if my body was preparing to receive a blow. I was about to ask him what he thought about the things he’d seen when he spoke up again.
“She knows about the cameras?”
“Yeah, she knows.”
“Does she know you’ve been sharing the footage with me?”
“No,” I said. “Should I tell her?”
I waited through another long pause. Graham was clearly alarmed by the turn my relationship with Hailee had taken, but he seemed to be making an effort to stay calm.
“Yeah. Tell her.”
The call ended. I sat in my office for a long time, struggling with a new wave of impending dread. I’d been worried about how Graham would react to the news, but that fear paled in comparison to how I felt about coming clean to Hailee. But she deserved to know the truth.
Steeling myself, I left the office to go look for her. My feet seemed to weigh about a thousand pounds each. Not knowing how she was going to react to the information I had to share was killing me. I found her in the den, curled up on the chaise with a book in her lap. I lingered in the doorway, silently watching her fiddle with the frayed edge of the blanket draped over her legs.
I entered the room, and she immediately glanced up at me with a smile that made my throat clench. But her good mood quickly fell, no doubt having picked up on my somber expression.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, sliding a bookmark between the pages of her book.
“For now, yeah.” I sat down on the end of the chaise. “I uh…need to talk to you.”
Hailee sat up straighter, looking as nervous as I felt. “What is it?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. After too many false starts, I forced myself to take a breath and began to speak.
“Hails, there’s something you don’t know. The footage I’ve taken of you over the years… I’ve been sharing it—all of it.”
The color leached from her cheeks.
“Who have you been sharing it with?”
Just say it. Rip off the Band-Aid.
“I’ve been sharing it with Graham.”
Hailee’s eyes widened. She remained still and silent for a long moment. I braced myself for a well-deserved tirade and then grew anxious when it didn’t come.
“I know I should have told you sooner, but—”
“Yes, you should have,” she interrupted. “How could you? I mean, why would you…”
Her bottom lip trembled. I reached out to grasp her hands, surprised that she let me hold them despite the pain in her gaze. “I didn’t know how to tell you. First you asked that we not talk about him—”
“For good reason.”
“I know. I know you’re still upset with him. That’s actually why I installed the cameras.” I ran my thumb over her knuckles. “He missed you, Hails. He wanted to feel like he was still involved in your life, so I came up with the idea to start filming you. Nothing sexual at first, just everyday things. Then, last year, I accidentally sent him one of the more intimate videos. He asked for more, so I gave him more.”