“Wow! You really know your back rubs, mister.” Mom says sitting up, yawning. “I’m going to leave this for a while and take a nap. As she gets up, her legs are wobbly. “That’s odd.” She says, struggling to stay standing. As soon as she takes a step, she looks down at her shorts. There is a wet circle in the crotch of her white shorts. Shit! How stupid of me. Next time I’ll just give her a post transmission suggestion to go upstairs and masturbate to a powerful climax. Mom looks at me and hurries out of the basement.
I figure there has got to be more information about this device in uncle Harry’s computer and I spend the afternoon searching through files and documents without finding it. At four o’clock the doorbell rings. When I answer it, I’m facing a very attractive girl about my age. She’s wearing sweat pants that hang so low on her hips that she’s almost showing pubic hair and a cropped top that hangs just below her pert little tits. She has short brown hair that hangs over her forehead and she’s very fidgety.
“Is Harry here? Of course, he’s not here. I know he can’t be here because he died. But I still can’t help coming over here every afternoon at four o’clock to see Harry. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is wrong with me?” The whole time she’s talking, she’s bouncing around on the balls of her feet, slapping her legs with her fists and turning her head from side to side. I think I know what’s going on and I invite her in to find out. She comes in and goes directly to Harry’s library. As I follow her I can’t help but notice what a great ass she has. The sweat pants are pulled tight and have ridden up in the crack of her ass, outlining her perfectly round cheeks that kind of ripple against each other as she walks.
“I’m Nick.” I tell her. “Harry was my uncle.” She’s standing in the middle of the library, still fidgeting.
“Oh.” She says. “I’m sorry for your loss. I’m Nicole. I live two doors down. I wonder what I’m doing here.” She’s staring at me.
I put in my ear buds. “Just a minute and I might be able to help you.” I say spinning the thumb wheel. There she is.
“Sit down, Nicole.” I say and she immediately sits on the couch. “Relax and tell me everything that you and uncle Harry did, even the stuff that he told you not to remember.” With this last command I’m taking a shot in the dark, but it’s worth a try. “And Nicole, just tell me in your regular voice with all the intonation, not in a monotone.”
“I started coming over here to do my homework after school because no one was home at my house and Harry has every book I’d ever need. He’s also really smart and can help with any homework I have. One day he puts those ear things in just like you did and starts asking me all sorts of questions. I’m trying to remember what we did, but he told me not to remember.” She’s clearly trying, but it’s not coming.
“Just relax Nicole and let it come. Don’t try too hard to remember.” I’m about to prompt her, but I’d rather she remember on her own.
“He took pictures of me. I remember that!” She sounds pleased with herself.
“What kind of pictures? How were you dressed?” I ask. I’m getting a different picture of uncle Harry than the mild mannered eccentric I thought he was.
“I don’t think I was wearing anything. That’s odd. Yes, I was definitely naked. Oh, and I was masturbating, that’s it! He also took movies!” She’s getting excited about remembering, but what she’s saying isn’t really registering.
“You said he asked you questions.” I prompt her.
“Yeah, he asked me all about my boyfriends, what we did, if I was a virgin, that kind of thing. I told him everything.” She answers matter-of-factly.
“How old are you Nicole?” I ask, worried about the answer.
“I’m eighteen, my birthday was last summer.” Thank God!
“When did you start coming over to Uncle Harry’s house to do homework?” I ask.
“Since right after school started in September.” She was already eighteen, that’s good! “And I remember he told me to come over here everyday after school. Everyday, Monday through Friday at four o’clock and not to wear anything under my sweats.” “So you’re not wearing anything under your sweats, now?” I ask, excitedly. I’m about to tell her to show me, when suddenly I flash on how fidgety Nicole was when she came to the door. That could be Carolyn, from the mall parking lot if I don’t show up tomorrow. A sense of guilt is starting to creep into my fun.
“No. I’m not.” She says. I don’t ask her to show me. Not yet anyway.
“Did you and Harry do anything else or did he just take pictures, Nicole?” Those pictures have to be here somewhere and I know they’re not on his computer. I need to find his camera and video equipment.
“I’m not sure. I mainly remember posing for pictures, especially masturbating. He had me use a vibrator I think. It was really exciting.” She sounds like she’s reciting something rather than showing genuine excitement.
She seems like a nice girl and I’m thinking she’s been taken advantage of enough. I’m going to wait until I find uncle Harry’s pictures to decide what to do about Nicole. For now I’m just going to reset her commands.
“Okay, Nicole. From now on you don’t have to come over to Harry’s anymore unless you want to, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You will not remember what you told me. You will just know that you won’t feel like you have to come here everyday after school and you’ll thank me for my help.” I decide to just leave it at that for now and turn off the transmitter.
“Hey! You fixed it, didn’t you?” She’s genuinely excited. “Thank you so, much Nick!” She stands up and gives me a big hug, pushing her firm, braless tits against my chest. My cock immediately responds and I shift my legs sideways to keep from poking her.
“Your welcome. My mom and I will be here all week, I hope you won’t be a stranger, just because you’re not compelled to come over.”