Author's Note: This is a light-hearted story of two mischievous girls and a hard-nosed Private Detective named Corrine Myers.
The following Chapter, this Series, and the universe it occurs in overall only exists in the mind and imagination of the author. This will jump around a fair bit, with sexual romps that will include older women [eventually] young teenagers and I hope hangovers and some musical hints all along the way, details that some may find boring. If you seek some instant gratification this may be the best story for you. On the other hand, if you like a slow romantic story, involving two or more women, you may want to read some of my other stories. I like to mix things up for you. All of the sexual activity takes place between people over the age of consent [18 in the USA] in keeping with Literotica policy.
This Chapter contains elements of sisterly Incest. I ask that you please read no further if you find this offensive.
Reader discretion is advised.
Applicable Tags: Older/Younger, Female Sub, Oral Sex, Incest, Bondage. Non-consensual. The story is told by a narrator.
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Hunting the hunter
Corrine finished her drink, and turned to Sk8er, "I need two untraceable phones, today. Can you do that?"
"Ha," Using her first finger she curled it upwards and indicating with it, "Follow me,"
The three of them went down into the cellar, come recording studio, come memorabilia display room and behind a bookshelf, very discretely hidden was a long narrow passageway leading out to the garage and Sk8er's domain.
Here she had a complete workshop for her phone 'business'.
The area was the size of a triple garage, there was more shelving than work benches. The one workbench there could only be described as cluttered and straight out of the 1940s.
The bench was solid wood, old, often described by an auctioneer as 'in original condition', it had an old-style vice bolted through the 3" thick bench top and a strong bench lamp built into it. That too was original as the cord wasn't covered in a plastic sheath but a woven material to protect the inner cables. Corrine looked at the bench, admired it and ran her hand along the edge, it was rough but not. A well-used tradesman's workbench.
"Your dads? She asked.
"No, our pops. He's gone now," Sk8er said with sadness in her voice. "He taught me when I was younger, not about phones but how to learn, not maths or anything but really how to train your brain to learn stuff. The stuff you never learnt at school,"
Corrine was nodding as she walked around the workshop. Poking her nose into the many cardboard boxes on the nearby shelf. Bits and pieces of phones, batteries, an assortment of, who knows what, and one marked, 'Keep Out Kerry'. She went to take a look and she felt Sk8er breathing down my neck and her hand on my rump.
"I hope I don't need to tell you not to go poking your nose into my things," She then whispered into her ear, "There is only one place I want you poking your nose and it isn't this box,"
I heard K'ann giggling, "She gets very possessive when it comes to her boxes of things," She said out loud.
"Come with me, I want to show you my cars,"
Corrine turned around and faced Sk8er, toe to toe, nose to nose, Sk8er had kept her hand on her backside. Sk8er looked up into her eyes, smiling as she let go of her rump but slowly dragged her hand around until it rested between them, and she rubbed her core over her jeans and went to grab the zipper to Corrine's jeans. Corry was quicker, she grabbed her hand, kissed her and then told her, "Business first,"
After removing the offending hand, she looked at the other sister, "Not right now K'ann, I want to get us organised first, but I am going to check your cars out. One day, trust me on that,"
"If you're a good girl I'll let you drive one," The tone in her voice was seductive as if she was offering a reward to someone, well she was, kind of.
Corrine kept looking at her and gave her a half smile. Then turning back to Sk8er.
"Sk8er, who else knows how to get down here?" Her brain was ticking over as a plan was being formulated.
Just Kerry, BB, now you, my mum and dad, not too many. Why?" She asked.
"Because this is going to be our safe place. If someone gets in the house, you guys get yourselves down here," Before she finished speaking the two girls were looking at her strangely.
"What?" Corrine asked looking back at them.
Sk8er had a smirk on her face and K'ann was leaning up against the old bench.
"We'll show you upstairs, there are two safety rooms, one off our bedroom and one on the ground floor," K'ann told her. "And no one knows about them not even BB.
The smile on Corrine's face would have lit up the darkest night.
"And how long does it take you to get into one from the time you think you need to?"
K'ann thought about it for a moment, "I've never timed myself, but I figure a couple of minutes,"
"What about the one upstairs, when you two are together?"
"Once the alarm goes off and we're awake maybe a few minutes more," She told the sexy PI.
"I think you need to get them both down to less than two minutes. Do you think you can do that?" She asked her.
"Yeah, with practice I guess we could," K'ann answered.
Sk8er had moved back to the bench and was working away and not saying a word until they had finished talking then piped up. "Our daytime one would depend on where we were. If I am down here and K'ann is in her studio, it would take us more than four minutes. Upstairs, in bed, assuming we were asleep, I can tell you it would take less than a minute after waking up,"
Corrine was nodding her head. She was thinking. If an intruder broke into their home at night, the alarm would be activated, and both the police and security firm are about 15 minutes away.
Both of those organisations would say five minutes, but no one can get up here from down the long and winding road, in that time. They could be locked away in their safe room inside two minutes. Seeing how complex the layout of their home was, the intruder would have to be very familiar with it to catch them before they made it into their safe room.
However, if they came for them during the day and they were at two different ends of the house, four minutes was too long.
"How can we get the daytime response down to two minutes," She asked.
Sk8er once again took the lead. "You can't," She told them, "I am safe down here, but K'ann needs to go up to the ground floor and into the living room. Even if she stopped what she was doing right away and ran flat out, she couldn't get there within four minutes. Most likely meet the intruder at the top of the stairs,"
"Alrighty then, we need a safe place down here somewhere. On the same level as the studio,"
Sk8er was cleaning up her mess on the workbench and was thinking aloud. "A kill switch in the studio to cut off the lights, and a cubby hole somewhere in the studio. OOOORRRR," She said dragging out the word, "Get down here into my workspace,"
K'ann looked at Corrine and then at Sk8er. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Why not,"
Corrine put a smile on her face and slowly nodded. "It sounds safe enough." She told them. "Could you get here in the dark?"
Sk8er was finished fiddling with her phones on the bench and finally said. "Here catch," And threw the two phones, one after the other, to Corrine.
She caught them and smiled. "Thank you. Now once I get some sim cards," As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she had stuffed up. Sk8er just smirked at her.
"You've put sim cards in them, haven't you?" Corrine could tell by the smirk on Sk8er's face that she had.
Sk8er found a scrap paper and wrote down two telephone numbers. Corrine looked at them and told the girls to put them into their phones with just a simple code. K'ann looked puzzled Sk8er took her phone and with a single number '1' entered one of the phone numbers. She did the same for her own phone, using the other phone number.
Corrine marvelled at how canny Sk8er was. Compared to her sister. Sk8er went over to her sister, hugged her and explained. "If ever we need Corrine, we just press the number '1' and the phone will go off," And with that, she gave her a demonstration as she just pressed the number 1 in her contacts list and the phone in Corrine's left hand vibrated and rang.
They all smiled. Corrine then pointed to K'ann, "Now yours K'ann," She did the same and her right-hand phone rang and vibrated.
"Good, so when you need me just press 1," She told them.
"Why the number 1 Corrine?" K'ann asked.
Corrine came back half singing, "Because one is the loneliest number, that you'll ever do,"
K'ann looked at Sk8er and then to Corrine, smiling at her and asked, "So when we need you, we press 1, is that an invitation?"
"Maybe, but only use it in a real emergency. I am putting things into place, if one of these phones goes off, all hell is going to break loose,"
"Sk8er, keep on Freddie's back. And you K'ann show me this studio you work in and let's see you get back here in the dark,"
"You will be surprised at what I can find in the dark, Corrine,"
"I bet I wouldn't," and they laughed.
They walked back along the narrow corridor come walkway and ended up in the room with all the memorabilia in and K'ann took Corrine into the studio control room. The lights went on as they entered the room. The smallish control panel faced a window looking into a music room. A drum set, a piano, half a dozen different-looking guitars and a large keyboard set up in the middle with several microphones placed around the room.
"What sort of music do you like Corry?" K'ann asked. As she messed around with buttons and slide controls. Lights came on the control panel, changing colours, from red to green, to white and blue as slides went up and down, and balance controls found their place.
"Well, I grew up in the 80's but my parents were from the 60s, they were really into their music. Have you heard of Pink Floyd?"
K'ann just stood there looking at her. Not saying a word. "Stay here, when I tell you to, press this record button and slide this one all the way up to 9," She told her.
She disappeared around a corner and walked into the studio. She pulled a stool over to the keyboard and started rearranging the setup. "Check, check, check," there was a hollow sound in the studio but in the control room it sounded normal to an untrained ear, "Corrine, did the sound level hit the red zone?"
