I grew up pretty much alone. My parents died when I was young, and I have been
sort of kicked around by my relatives for almost eight years. When mum and dad
died in that car crash, their company was in deep trouble. Some even said they
were broke. So although the word ìsuicideî was never mentioned, it was always
hinted at when my relatives talked about them, and there I was, the remaining son
of the loser in the family. You can well imagine how I was treated by my uncles
and auntsó-that is, until uncle Alan came along. Back then (that was about six
months ago), I was just about to be expelled from a snobbish high school that my
aunt got me into. ìAlan just came back and he said he wanted to take care of
Jim,î my aunt said to my uncle over the dinner table. ìJim, why donít you go to
stay with your uncle Alan, he just moved back to California. Iím sure youíll like
it there.î By that time Iíd already got used to these things and thought I
couldnít care less. So shortly afterwards I was flown to California to be with my
uncle Alan, another rarely-mentioned name in the family. And indeed he was
differentó-eccentric probably, by the standards of my other uncles and aunts.
Quiet, low-profiled, he was not at all like them, and we managed to get on quite
well. Although he was always kind of serious, thereís some spirit of rebellion,
some kind of cynicism in him  that I really liked. To start with, he didnít make
me go to those high schools where the parking lot is packed with BMWís. He
arranged for me to attend the high school that the two daughters of his secretary
attended, just in case I had problems adapting to the new environment. And boy
did I have problems. My social skills (or lack of it) did cause me a lot of
embarrassment at the beginning. But I was determined to give it a shot and
decided that I would not seek help from Kate and Jenny, the daughters of my
uncleís secretary.

This is a decision that I soon regretted when I first met the two of them: Kate,
a senior, was a real knockout: a tall (about 5í8î, I was 5í6î), slim blonde with
bright blue eyes, she was quite popular in the school. Jenny was a petite (about
5í3î)  brunette. She was not as stunning as Kate was, but I found
her kind of cute. Although she was quite shy, she was actually much nicer to me
than Kate, who seemed to think that I was some kind of nerd (well, I guess I was)
and who was probably unfriendly to me because I was the nephew of her mumís boss.
ìYeah, right, my mum has told me about you,î she said curtly when I introduced
myself. ìSo what do you want? Huh? Want me to show you around the campus? My mum
works for your uncle, I donít. Now could you excuse me....î ìSorry,î Jenny came
over and apologized to a dumbfounded me. ìKate just had a big fight with mum last
night. I guess she doesnít want to hear anything about mum right now.î So me and
Jenny ended up having a nice conversation and agreed to meet again next Monday
after school. When she first came over and started talking to me, I couldnít help
noticing a faint blush on the fair skin of her face. Cute, I thought.

That night the subject of the Simpson sisters was brought up over dinner table. I
of course didnít tell uncle Alan how I was treated by Kate. I only said I met
Miss Simpsonís daughter today and that they were quite nice. Uncle Alan, on his
part, seemed to be more curious than he usually was. He kept asking me about the
details, how I met them, how did they look like, did I like them, etc.. I was a
bit embarrassed by that, especially when I thought of the athletic, slim body of
Kate and her angelic face. ìBy the way,î uncle Alan said, ìyou havenít really met
Sarahó-I mean Miss Simpson--have you? You only spoke to her a couple of times
when you first came. Why donít you come to my office tomorrow morning and meet
Sarah ëcos Iíll be out of town tomorrow afternoon and wonít be back in three
weeks. Just in case you need anything when Iím away. I have to take care of some
business first, so why donít you come at around eleven. You can come right up to
my office.î At this point I was quite curious to meet the mother of the Simpson
sisters. I went to uncle Alanís office shortly before eleven. Uncle Alan, being
the eccentric businessman, had the entire top floor of the building to himself
and had the rest of the staff on the three floors below, so the entire top floor
of the building was just his office, Miss Simpsonís desk, and several meeting
rooms. From what I knew, Miss Simpson was in her mid-thirties, divorced, and had
been working for my uncle for almost two years. She sounded friendly enough on
the phone, and judging from her daughters she must be a beauty herself--I sort of
hoped.

The entire floor was empty when I arrived. Although I was early, I would expect
Miss Simpson to be there at least, and uncle Alan was generally a punctual man.
Just when I was wondering whether I should go downstairs to check with the
receptionist, I thought I heard some noise. It was from a room at the end of the
corridor. I walked over and found the door slightly open. I was just about to
knock on the door when I saw through the gap what was inside. My uncle was
standing in front of a desk, with his fly open and a leash in his hand. The leash
was attached to a black leather collar worn on the neck of a woman kneeling in
front of him. She was totally naked except for a pair of cupless leather bra. Her
face was partly covered by her blond hair, but from what I could see she was
possibly in her mid thirties and looked rather attractive. She was sucking on my
uncleís cock and cupping his balls with one hand, while her other hand was busy
rubbing her pussy which, much to my amazement, was clean-shaven. They didnít seem
to notice me, as my uncle was standing with his back to me and the woman was
sucking him with her eyes closed. Tiny whimpers came from her mouth from time to
time. I also noticed a video camera in a corner of the room. But what struck me,
most of all, was the red strips on her body, covering her arms, her breasts and
her thighs. Whip marks! I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. To say
that I was shocked was an understatement! I kept on watching, mesmerized, for a
few minutes. Then uncle Alan seemed to be turning to my direction, so I backed
off to the front part of the room, not knowing what to do. Finally, I took a
chair and sit down next to an empty desk, picked a newspaper from another desk
and pretended to be reading. Faintly, I could hear muffled moans coming from that
room, and my cock was threatening to burst out of my jeans. After a few minutes,
all the noise came to a sound. I tried to look as normal as possible when uncle
Alan came out of the room to greet me. ìJim!î He said, smiling and patting me on
the shoulder. He acted like nothing had happened, as if he just came out of a
meeting. ìComíon in and meet Sarah.î I followed him into the room, not knowing
what I would see. So my uncle is going to present his secretary to me, totally
naked? Itís beginning to sound like one of my wet dreams. Instead, I was greeted
by the same blond, only totally dressed, in a dark-blue business suit and white
blouse. ìHi, Jim, Iím Sarah. Nice to meet you.î Nice voice and friendly smile.
And indeed she was pretty. She had the same thin nose and full lips that Kate
had. Uncle Alan told her that I had just met Kate and Jenny and we started
talking about my school. As we talked, I couldnít help staring at her face and
body, trying to find any trace of the incredible scene that I had witnessed. She
noticed my stare and seemed a bit embarrassed by that but was still very
friendly. ìSo,î uncle Alan cut in, ìwhen Iím away, I hope you can keep an eye on
Jim for me, and see if thereís anything he needs. Listen, Jim, Iím really sorry
that I have to go away so soon after you came. I was hoping that we could spend
more time together.î ìOh, itís okay, uncle Alan. I can take care of myself.î
ìGood, thatís what I like to hear,î uncle Alan chuckled, ìBut if you need
anything, just tell Sarah, okay? Sheíll get you anything you want, right, Sarah?î
ìYóyes, of course, Mr Smithee.î ìWell then, Iíd better get going. Sarah could you
tell George to have the car ready?î ìYes, Mr Smithee.î I looked at Sarah as she
went back to her desk to make the call. ìYou like her, Jim?î ìYóyeah, I mean, I
think sheís nice.î I could feel myself blushing as I thought of Sarah, totally
naked, sucking my uncleís cock. ìGood, I hope you two can get along. And by the
way,î uncle Alan handed me a bunch of keys. ìThese are the keys to this office.
You can come up here any time you want. I noticed that youíre really into
computer and those kind of stuff. We just bought a couple of new ones, and you
can play with them for a couple of days before we start using them.î ìWow, thatís
great! Thanks, uncle Alan!î ìGood. Remember, if you need anything, just tell
Sarah. Sheíll do anything you want. Now Iíve got to go. So see you in a monthís
time. Sarah, could you give me a hand with these file cases?î

I stood there pondering upon the meaning of uncle Alanís ambiguous words. Not
only did he say that Sarah would get me anything I wanted, he actually said that
she would DO anything I wanted. My cock immediately hardened at the thought of
this. Maybe thereís a way of finding out what uncle Alan really meant. I checked
the keys he gave me. Four of them were obviously door keys, but thereíre two
smaller one which looked like drawer or file cabinet keys. I tried them on the
drawers of uncle Alanís desk and found that one of them could open the bottom
drawer. Bingo! Now I could almost guess what was inside. Just as I thought, there
was a videotape in the drawer, and some photographs. I could only see the first
one when I heard the main door open. It was Sarah, totally naked, fondling
herself. Her left hand was squeezing her left breast, and her right hand was
between her wide-spread legs. I quickly put all these into my backpack and closed
the drawer. I didnít quite know what to do and wasnít ready to confront her yet.
ìHi Jim,î I just zipped up my backpack when Sarah came in. ìHi Sarah,î ìI was
wondering if you would like to have dinner with us tonight. Iím sure Kate and
Jenny would be glad to see you again.î ìOh, thatís very nice, Sarah. But Iíve
already got some other plans tonight. But thanks anyway. Maybe some other time.î
ìSure, whenever you want to.î There was absolutely nothing unnatural in the way
she talked. I still couldnít believe that twenty minutes ago this elegant-looking
woman was sucking someone on her knees, and on a leash. ìOh, and Mr Smithee told
me thatÖî my heart almost jumpt out of my throat at these words, but then she
continued, ìÖyou will come here to try out the new desktops from time to time and
heís given you the keys. So you can come whenever you like. Only me and him work
on this floor, so it wonít be a problem at all.î From the way she talked, I
didnít think she was aware of uncle Alanís other intentions. However, what she
said about Kate and Jenny did give me an idea of how I should make use of the
tape and the photos.