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Dec. 26th, 2012 12:42 pmeveryeyedothdwell[ It had just been a simple task. Put away the laundered clothes.
(for everyone, he guesses, but he'd chosen to only take Chris's)
(he'll go back for his later but he wanted her to see, wanted to make a point of it)
(that she's the most important)
It had just been that, but then-- but then Chris hadn't been in her room, and there had been certain items in the pile of clothes and, well.
Somehow it had ended up like this. Thomas sat on the edge of her bed, legs pressed together and a tent in the pencil skirt he'd taken from the pile. A bra, too, unnecessary as it is - that same lacy one that she'd worn when she'd first fucked him with the strap-on, when she'd come out with her skirt tented by the toy just like it is now by his cock.
(there had been matching panties for the bra, too, and right now they're stretched around his erection and soaked with precome)
(he'd sent her a code, so that she could access her room's camera feeds from her phone, and then he'd turned his phone off so that she has to come to him)
(he hasn't touched himself, not once, but he's dripping with sweat and every time he so much as shifts it's coupled with a whimper)
(please, he thinks to himself, begs in his mind that Chris won't choose to leave him like this for longer than he's already been, when it's been ten minutes since he even sent that message) ]
(for everyone, he guesses, but he'd chosen to only take Chris's)
(he'll go back for his later but he wanted her to see, wanted to make a point of it)
(that she's the most important)
It had just been that, but then-- but then Chris hadn't been in her room, and there had been certain items in the pile of clothes and, well.
Somehow it had ended up like this. Thomas sat on the edge of her bed, legs pressed together and a tent in the pencil skirt he'd taken from the pile. A bra, too, unnecessary as it is - that same lacy one that she'd worn when she'd first fucked him with the strap-on, when she'd come out with her skirt tented by the toy just like it is now by his cock.
(there had been matching panties for the bra, too, and right now they're stretched around his erection and soaked with precome)
(he'd sent her a code, so that she could access her room's camera feeds from her phone, and then he'd turned his phone off so that she has to come to him)
(he hasn't touched himself, not once, but he's dripping with sweat and every time he so much as shifts it's coupled with a whimper)
(please, he thinks to himself, begs in his mind that Chris won't choose to leave him like this for longer than he's already been, when it's been ten minutes since he even sent that message) ]
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:48 am (UTC)(he needs her)
(is this how she feels, watching him?)
(but he--)
(it's for her)
(if he could be himself, could be hers around everyone else--)
(he'd do it, in a heartbeat)
(as is, though)
He calls out. ]
Not sure I'm hungry. Tell daddy dearest I'm so sorry to miss him.
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Date: 2012-12-28 05:05 am (UTC)(they'll get a little speech about it, though, as usual)
(about thomas, the middle child)
(thomas, who is made an example)
(she hopes he comes to the table.)
But she doesn't respond. She has to act like it's not her business, like she'll only go so far keeping Thomas in line. Like she's making concessions to her busy schedule, unfortunate but necessary.
She keeps walking.]