The Attic - Part II

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It was late in the evening when Stephen Hayward unlocked the front door and stepped inside the warm entryway, dropping his luggage and shaking the snow off his coat and shoes. He hated having to leave the family holiday early, but he had the Bar exam to prepare for, and knew if he didn’t pass the first time that his father would be sorely disappointed in him.

After dropping his bags off in his bedroom he headed to the kitchen to make a sandwich, and found a note from Mrs. Allenton on the counter saying that she already had one prepared for him in the refrigerator. He’d called to let her know he was on the way, and she’d obviously done what she could to make his arrival pleasant.

He grabbed the sandwich and poured himself a glass of milk, then headed back up to his suite. The small room adjoining his bedroom had been converted from a sitting room into a cozy office. He put his snack down on the desk, and rummaged around for his laptop. He caught up on emails while he ate, and then unpacked his bags. After a nice hot shower he glanced at the clock and figured it was too late to get much of anything done, so he opted to head to bed, and get an early start in the morning.

The next morning, Stephen went down to the kitchen and ran into Mrs. Allenton who was cleaning up after the staff breakfast.

“Stephen!” she exclaimed, and came around to give the young man a hug. He returned the hug fondly. “Miss Betty” - as she was known to the staff and the Hayward children - had worked for the family for decades, and he’d gotten to think of her as a grandmother figure.

“Come come…let me cook you up some breakfast,” she sat him down, and he knew it was useless to protest. Not to mention her cooking was top notch, and he’d be crazy to turn down a hot breakfast. Once it was ready, she served it to him at the kitchen table, and she had him catch her up on what everyone was up to. As they chatted, she mentioned that if he needed anything, to let her or the other staff know.

“Really, Miss Betty, I’m good with just getting my meals with everyone else, and helping clean up where need be. I don’t want to be a bother to anyone, and don’t expect any special treatment. Honestly, I’ll probably just spend most of my time in my office.”

She smiled at him fondly. As the baby of the family, he was always the sweetest and most humble of the six Hayward children. She patted his hand, “Of course, dear…whatever you choose. We do breakfast together at six o’clock except for Sundays because the staff likes to sleep in. Everyone is on their own for lunch, and then we have dinner at seven if you’d like to join us. There are only six others here besides the Mr. and myself, so the house should be nice and quiet for you.”

Stephen finished up his breakfast, and wiped his mouth, “That sounds great, Miss Betty, thank you for breakfast! It was delicious as usual.” He stood and gave her a fond kiss on the cheek, and took his plates over to the sink.

She shooed him away, “I’ll take care of those, Stephen… you just go study.”

So for the rest of the morning, he did just that. And after grabbing a quick bite at lunch from the empty kitchen, he planned on doing the same that afternoon.

Stephen was deep into his studies when he heard a loud *thump* over his head, followed by some tinkles of laughter that traveled down the air vents. He glanced up curiously, but since the house was sadly devoid of ghosts he figured it must just be some of the staff up in the attic cleaning, or maybe messing around. Lord knew there was enough junk up there to go through.

But when the giggles turned into gasps, moans, and squeals, his curiosity was piqued. He went downstairs to the library, rummaged in the desk drawer for the flashlight he kept there, and walked over to the shelves on the far wall. He pressed in a piece of the inlay and heard the familiar snick of the hidden latch releasing. He tugged on the shelves, and a small portion swung free revealing a hidden landing with one set of stairs heading down into the cellar, and the other stair up into the attic.

He had discovered the hidden staircase when he got in trouble for playing a nasty prank on his cousin Phoebe during a family reunion when he was 12. He’d been banished to library by his mother, and decided it would be the perfect time to hunt for the secret passageway he’d been told existed, but had never found.

He had begun to deduce its location first by knocking on the walls between the bookshelves, and listening for where it sounded hollow. From there, he’d removed shelves of books looking for a switch, but couldn’t find anything. It was purely by chance that as he was up on one of the ladders he momentarily lost his balance and grabbed for the side of the shelves. His hand had hit the inlay piece, and the hidden door popped open.

It was through this doorway that Stephen now headed, and he flicked on the flashlight as he pulled the door closed behind him. He trained the light on the stairs and headed up; skipping the stair he’d marked years ago with an “X” as it had a terrible squeak.

He got to the top of the stairs, and slowly opened the door at the top, hoping the hinges wouldn’t give him away, but was relieved when they worked silently. He closed it gently behind him, and turned to behold one of the loveliest sights he’d ever seen.

The bed was decorated as if out of a fairy tale, but it was the two naked sirens that occupied it that gave it its true beauty. He couldn’t get the clearest view through the filmy drapes that surrounded the bed, but he knew that the reclining red head with the milk white skin was Sophie, and the other girl kneeling between her legs with the dark curly hair and flawless café au lait colored skin was Alma. The two girls had been friendly ever since Alma had been hired the year before; he simply hadn’t realized just how friendly they were.

Alma had one of Sophie’s nipples in her mouth, and was sucking it lightly. She released it with a *pop*, and flicked her tongue over the delicate pink nub, while her fingers snaked up to tweak the other. Slowly Alma kissed her way down Sophie’s taut torso, and then drove her face with gusto between her lover’s legs.

Sophie let out a cry, and twined one hand through Alma’s curls, as she squeezed one of her breasts with the other. Stephen had a tantalizing view of Alma’s ample ass and wet pussy, and he shifted on his feet as his cock began to strain against his pants.

Sophie made a mewling noise that only Alma could recognize, as the other girl promptly shifted around so that they were in a 69 position. Sophie wrapped her arms around Alma’s waist, and pulled the girl’s pussy down to her mouth. They had shifted so that Stephen couldn’t really see any action in detail, but the sounds the girls were making, and the smell of their sex that wafted over to him was enough to make him uncomfortably hard.

He recalled how Sophie in particular sounded a certain way when she came. He knew, because this wasn’t the first time he’d been privy to watching her in action.

A couple of years prior, he’d headed down to the pool for a late night swim. As he approached the cabana, he noticed the light was on, and heard the unmistakable sound of two people fucking. He’d gone to the side of the building and peered through the window to see Sophie up against the wall, her arms and legs wrapped around Rob, who was one of the gardeners.

Stephen heard the squelching noises as Rob drove his hardness into her pink pussy. If not for the ecstatic look on her face, you’d almost think from her cries that he was hurting her. As she came, she bit into Rob’s shoulder to stifle her little screams, and shuddered violently against him. She then urged him to let her down, and when he did she dropped to her knees and greedily took his thick cock in her mouth, looking up into his eyes as he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth.

Then to his surprise, Sophie’s eyes shifted in his direction, and she winked. She cocked a finger in his direction, urging him to join them. He shook his head slightly in reply…but he didn’t leave, either.

Rob finally came with a groan, and Stephen watched as Sophie swallowed his entire load, then sat back on her heels and licked her lips like a satisfied kitten. At that point Stephen had crept off back to his room where he could jack off in peace.

He was brought back to the present when Sophie let out her signature scream. He didn’t know what Alma was doing to her, but he noticed her renew her efforts between Alma’s legs until she let out a cry of her own. The two girls held onto each tightly, riding out their orgasms, the bed shaking but making very little noise as it was built so incredibly sturdy.

Stephen realized at that point that his chances of getting caught were increasing with every second, so he quietly beat a retreat. Once he was back in his room, he undressed and got in the shower. He put some conditioner into his hand, and as the warm water cascaded over him, he slowly began to get himself off. As he stroked his cock with one hand, he fondled his ball sac with the other, fantasizing that one of the girls was sucking his cock as the other one tongued his balls.

It wasn’t long before he came with a groan, watching his cum paint the shower wall. He rinsed it off, and then stood a few minutes under the stream before getting out, drying off, and putting his clothes back on. It was a pleasant break, but he knew he really did need to get back to studying.

That night at dinner he joined the staff around the table. He noticed Sophie and Alma exchanging glances, and then Alma looked over at him with her gorgeous pale green eyes, and suppressed a smile.

Had he been caught again? Part of him was embarrassed, but another part held out some hope that he had, and that maybe next time he’d be asked to join them…

The Attic - Part I

It was the dead of winter, and the Hayward family had gone to warmer climes leaving the manor house in the capable hands of the caretakers, Mr. and Mrs. Allenton. They in turn had handpicked which of the servants would be staying at the house during the slow season. Sophie and Alma were two of the staff that was chosen.

They were darling girls…young, hard working, and cheerful. Off season was considered a bit of a bonus, as they had the huge house to themselves, had lots of time to kill due to reduced workload, but were still getting full pay. Once the day’s work was complete – usually before lunch – the staff was left to their own devices.

One afternoon the two girls were in the library, poring through the books. Sophie flopped into one of the chairs, “I’m bored.”

Alma sighed, “I am too…I’ve done more reading the past two weeks than I have in my whole life. I’m not used to having all this free time.”

Sophie looked over at her friend, “Have you ever been up in the attic?”

Alma perked up, “No, I haven’t! I bet there’s all kinds of interesting things up there…do you want to go explore?”

The two girls ran up the stairs to the third level and down the long hallway to the end of the east wing, where the door to the attic was located. It opened with a creak and Alma felt around for a light switch.

“Ah, here it is,” she muttered, and flicked it on. Another switch at the top of the stairs illuminated a bright string of lights that stretched the length of the attic. The girls gasped at the wealth of boxes, trunks, old furniture, and other detritus from generations of Haywards.

Alma laughed, “This is amazing! Where would we even begin?”

Sophie pointed at a rack full of old dresses, “Look at those beautiful gowns! Let’s start there.”

They wove their way through the maze of stuff, and when they got to the rack, they fingered the lush materials. “I can’t believe they just leave these up here to rot,” Alma said in amazement.

Sophie let out a little snort, “I can. These rich people think nothing of letting things go to waste. I mean…just look at all these things – beautiful things – discarded up here like they were garbage.”

Alma looked a bit hurt, “Aww…don’t talk that way, Soph…the Haywards have been so good to us.”

Sophie sighed, “You're right, Sweets,” she knelt in front of a trunk, and popped the lid up, “Alma, look at this!”

She peeked over and let out a little squeal, “Look at all that jewelry! Oh…it just sparkles!”

For the next hour or so they played dress-up like two little girls, twirling around in the fancy dresses, and accessorizing with the costume jewelry they’d found in the small trunk. As Sophie shoved some of the dresses aside, something on the other side of the rack piqued her interest. Tucked back in a corner of the attic was a huge bedstead; the kind that was so far off the ground that there were little sets of stairs on either side to get into it. It was made of heavy dark wood, with a huge canopy over it.

“Alma! Come see!” Sophie bounded through the dresses over to the bed. Her friend followed, and they gawped at huge piece of furniture.

Alma giggled, “Oh my goodness!”

Sophie put her arm around her friend’s waist and murmured, “Imagine the fun we could have on that…”

Alma went up and bounced on it, only to come away coughing, “It’s all dusty though…we’d need to find clean bedding.”

Sophie nodded, “Let’s look through some of these trunks over by it. Maybe there are some usable linens in them.”

The girls began to rummage through the piles of trunks and boxes, and found lots of things…sheets, a big feather stuffed duvet, a number of silk scarves and sheer drapes, and lots of pretty throw pillows. With all of this they planned on making a little haven for themselves.

They bundled up the bedding and brought it down to the laundry. They washed and dried the sheets, and took the duvet outside to air out in the chilly air. Once everything was clean and fresh, they gathered it up and took it back upstairs.

Once the bed was made, they attached gaudy brooches to the ends of the scarves, and hung them from the canopy supports. Alma found some Christmas lights that she strung around, and after hunting for a plug, let out a little whoop of victory as the lights came on making the rhinestones twinkle.

Sophie fluffed up the pillows and hung the drapes around the sides, and in no time the bed had been transformed into a lovely bower. The girls stood with arms linked, and looked proudly at what they created.

“It just needs one more thing,” Sophie proclaimed.

Alma looked over at her, “And that would be?”

Sophie turned her head and nuzzled her friend’s neck, “You, lying naked on top of it.”

Alma blushed and giggled, and kissed the other girl, “Maybe tomorrow…it’s time for dinner.”

“Why eat dinner when I could eat you up instead?”

“Sophie…I’m hungry! Tomorrow, OK?”

Sophie laughed, and bit the other girl’s neck lightly, “Anything for you, sweetness. And you’re right, I’m hungry too, let’s go eat.”