Page 6 of Insincerity

“Fuck,” I muttered, smoothing my hair back and out of my face. I dropped into the chair in front of my desk, still warm from Hailee’s body.

Why the hell didn’t I lock my desktop before leaving the office? Thinking ten steps ahead in any situation was something I prided myself on. But in the time that she’d been away at college, I’d gotten lax about a lot of things; wandering into the kitchen buck-ass naked in the morning with my cock half-hard being chief among them. Forgetting to log out of my computer was maybe third on that list.

But complacency was no excuse. I should have covered my tracks better. The fact that I’d successfully kept a lid on my surveillance for the past four years wouldn’t mean a damn thing if it all fell apart now.

I pulled up the live camera feeds on my computer and cycled through them until I found Hailee in her bedroom. I needed to determine whether she saw something she shouldn’t have seen while I was out of the house. It shouldn’t have been hard to verify. No doubt, she’d already be packing her suitcase, horrified by the discovery and eager to put as much distance between herself and my cameras as possible, and she’d be right to do so. This little film project was never supposed to go this far.

It all started at Graham’s request. About a month after her got sent away to prison, he mentioned during a phone call how much it killed him to be separated from Hailee. No way in hell was she going to agree to send a letter, let alone photos; the wound was still too fresh. So I began covertly taking pictures and videos of her around the house, which progressed into installing hidden cameras in the common areas, just so that he could see her and feel like he was still part of her life.

It was a devious exercise, but underhanded tactics had long been a staple in my professional arsenal. I hadn’t amassed my fortune by stumbling blindly into a lucrative market. I studied the industry closely, looking for gaps in the system that I could exploit. If I came up against a wall, I found a way around it, or under it. Seeking a yes was akin to inviting someone to tell me no, so I stopped asking for permission and made myself indispensable; they couldn’t afford to refuse me.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t think twice about installing the hidden cameras all around our home. The spying didn’t affect Hailee’s routine in any way. Why upset her further when she’d already been through so much? I wasn’t like I was capturing anything I couldn’t have witnessed myself.

But everything changed when I accidentally caught her masturbating in the home gym at our old place in Palo Alto. I should have immediately deleted the video. I knew that. But I couldn’t stop watching it. I played the footage on my computer over and over, mesmerized by the sight of her looking so vulnerable, so caught up in her own enjoyment. She had no clue that she was being recorded, which meant that every move and sound she made was completely for her pleasure. I already found her beautiful, but when I saw that video, it was like I was seeing her for the first time. She wasn’t just my niece. She was a gorgeous young woman with an insatiable appetite for desire.

So, I leapt across the line and just kept running. I installed more hidden cameras in the house, including the bathroom and her bedroom, and I hoarded the footage of her in those spaces for my own use. It was my dirty little secret, until I made a potentially fatal mistake.

I accidentally included a video of Hailee masturbating in the day-to-day footage that I sent to my brother. I didn’t even realize I’d done it until he called me unexpectedly that same evening. But instead of threatening to cut off my balls, he asked for more footage of that nature. While part of me felt guilty about invading her privacy, I had to admit that it felt good not to carry the secret alone. I couldn’t imagine being trapped somewhere far away from her, unable to feel her warmth or see her smile. But Graham and I both understood the agony that accompanied wanting her in ways that were forbidden. This was the only way we could have her, and we’d had our fill a hundred times over.

But we always knew it couldn’t last forever. It was only a matter of time before she left for college. The past few months had felt downright desolate without her in my house. I kept expecting to find her reading in the den or drinking coffee at one of the windows. Not knowing what she was doing and who she was doing it with drove me insane. I thought about slipping her some malware that would allow me to watch her through her webcam, but I didn’t want to risk tipping off her school’s network administrators.

I leaned closer to the computer screen and watched her intently. She was still on the bed, lying on her side. Then she shifted, opened her legs, and positioned her body toward the camera. No, not toward the camera. There’s no way she’d have felt comfortable displaying herself if she knew she was being recorded. If anything, the fact that she seemed to be gearing up to touch herself was proof that she hadn’t seen the footage.

Relieved, I eased back against my chair with a heavy sigh. I’d dodged a bullet. Let this be a lesson, I told myself. I made a mental note to password protect the necessary folders and install a camera in my office with a clear view of the monitors in case she ever had to use my computer again.

As much as I wanted to keep the live feed open and watch her masturbate, I couldn’t risk letting myself get carried away. I still had work to do on a freelance programming project I was developing, and dinner to make. I’d save this little treat for later, after she’d gone to bed.

An hour later, I locked down my computer and then headed to the kitchen to start dinner. Luckily, Hailee’s favorite meal was pretty simple, so it didn’t take long to prepare. She came downstairs just as I was getting ready to plate the pasta. It had been a few hours since I watched her on the live feed, but the post-orgasmic glow remained in her cheeks. She smiled at my chest as she entered the kitchen and grabbed the necessary utensils to set the table.

When we sat down to eat, I noticed that she seemed to be avoiding my gaze. I felt my hackles rise again.Had she seen something after all?

“Is everything okay?” I asked before taking a bite of pasta.

Hailee shook her head. “I’m fine. Just feeling a little nostalgic with the holidays coming.”

I dug into my pasta, satisfied with her response. She put on a strong front, but her conflicted feelings about her dad always seemed to intensify around Christmas.

“You know, it’s okay to miss him,” I said. “It doesn’t mean you can’t still be mad at him.”

“I know.” She took a sip of water, her throat flexing as she swallowed. While she was focused on her food, I allowed myself a moment to focus on her, taking in her round face and full cheeks. She had no idea just how captivating she was.

I could’ve stared at her all night. I was obsessed with her curves, with the way her full breasts stretched the front of every shirt she wore. I longed to lift and squeeze them as I licked her nipples, to watch them jiggle with every thrust.

“It’s really creamy,” she said.

“I’m sure they are.”

She squinted. “What?”

Fuck,I’d let myself get distracted. Ever since Hailee arrived back from college, I’d found it impossible to concentrate. I blinked a few times to dispel the image of her naked breasts from my mind. “Sorry, what?”

“The Alfredo. You outdid yourself.”

“Right. Yeah, the sauce is good, isn’t it? Thanks.”

“What did you think I meant?” Something in her gray gaze made my heart beat faster. It was as if she was studying me, watching for any crack in my composure.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

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