Custom Curios: Universal Remote - Part 4
Vince looked around his bedroom one more time, wondering where the remote could have gone. It'd been missing for over a day now and he had no idea where it could be. He'd opened every drawer, pulling them out and emptying them on the floor even. He'd torn the blankets off his bed. He'd moved the bed to make sure it hadn't fallen beneath it. He'd looked everywhere and still... there was no remote.
"Shit!" he yelled loudly again. He'd yelled it several times since he realized the best thing ever in his life was now missing. "Where the fuck did I put it?"
"Vince! Watch your language!" Emmanuelle stepped into the room in surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked, distressed as she stood in the doorway and looked at his disheveled bedroom.
"I'm looking for something!" he said, a little louder and more forceful than he'd intended. He was getting anxious, nervous, and scared. And, suddenly, with his stepmom present, he was getting horny. Seeing his stepmom come into the room had done something to him. His cock was growing, threatening to burst his pants. He looked at her lustfully.
"What in the world would make you destroy your room looking for it?" she asked, bending over, picking a shirt up from the floor and folding it. She didn't even realize that he was looking at her ass with such desire.
Vince forced himself to look her in the eyes. On one hand he wanted her to stay... to help him relieve this pressure. He wanted to feel that ass... and more. But on the other hand, he wanted her to get out and close the door so he could masturbate and take more time to find the remote. "It's... it's that remote you got me for my birthday, ok? I put it down and now I can't find it."
"Oh my gosh," she said, exasperated. "We can get you another remote. It's not worth all this."
"You can't get me another remote like that, ok?" he said, a lot louder and angrier than he intended. He was starting to feel extremely stressed in so many ways. "It's special! Have you seen it? Anywhere at all? I gotta find it!"
"No, son. I haven't seen it. But I'm sure it'll turn up," she said. She threw up her hands at the frustrating state of his room. "Clean this up, ok?"
He raised his hands in surrender, mocking her action. "Yeah, whatever."
Emmanuelle shook her head and turned, walking out of his bedroom. Vince rushed over and closed the door then started unfastening his pants as he walked to his bed. In frustration he pushed his pants and underwear down, freeing his hard shaft at last.
"Oh my God, what the fuck..." he whispered as he lay back on the bed and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. His hand started moving up and down, the pleasure radiating through his body. "So good." His hand moved faster, moving as he normally did, expertly bringing him closer and closer to climax.
But something was wrong. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't go over the edge. He couldn't climax. It was frustrating, but he kept stroking, kept trying. He thought about what he did to his stepsister, how he'd fucked her again and again. He thought about how his stepmom looked at him while she was masturbating... and then cumming only for his pleasure. All those memories were enough to make him cum again and again just yesterday. But for some reason... nothing seemed enough.
"Fuck!" he growled, so frustrated. His cock hadn't been this hard in a long time and he couldn't figure out why he couldn't cum. But he kept trying. He was sweating now and pulled his shirt off, throwing it aside.
He stopped suddenly, and almost fell to the floor trying to grab a pillow to cover himself, as his bedroom door opened. If his stepmom came back and saw him now he'd be mortified! He watched as his stepsister and her best friend walked in the door. Gabby was smiling, holding the remote and Lindsey looked at him like she was embarrassed but excited. Gabby closed the door behind them and just stood there, watching him.
"Go ahead... continue," she said, both of them giggling. "Don't let us stop you. I know you can't help it, you pervert."
Vince's gaze focused on the remote. "Gabby! Where did you find that?" he growled at her, sitting up and moving to grab it from her.
"What? This little thing?" she asked, holding it up and then suddenly disappearing right in front of his eyes. He blinked, staring at the door. "What the...?"
"We're over here," she giggled. He turned and Gabby was sitting in his desk chair, idly watching him, holding the remote in her lap while Lindsey stood beside her, smiling and licking her lips anxiously. "I must say you have a nice ass, bro."
"This is so cool," Lindsey said softly to Gabby, smiling broadly.
"What the fuck?" he asked, turning towards them. "How in the hell...?" He went to take a step towards her, but couldn't. Shocked, he couldn't make his legs move at all. "What...?"
Gabby lifted up the remote again, showing it to him as if in answer to his question. "What's wrong big brother? Can't move your legs?" She giggled again, sending a shiver down his spine.
"What are you doing with that remote?" he asked. "Stop it! That's mine."
"Really? Finder's keepers I guess," she smirked.
He held his hand out. "Give it back, Gabby," he said sternly. "It's not yours."
"It's mine now." She pressed a couple buttons and Vince felt startled, his cock throbbing even more. His hand moved to it from behind the pillow grabbing it, but he felt his knees almost buckling from the pleasure.
"What's wrong, Vince? Feeling a little... strange?" she asked, giggling again. She stood and walked over to him until she was standing right in front of him. She grabbed the pillow and pulled, taking it from his hand and dropping it to the floor, exposing him. "Hmmm... pretty impressive," she said, looking down at his cock.
Vince wanted to grab her and take back the remote, but now his arms wouldn't move. He was paralyzed as he stood there, naked, his erection pulsing.
"What are you do...?" he started to ask before his hand moved to his erection and started stroking it, unbidden by him.
"I'm doing whatever I want," she said. "I read your notes. I know what you did to me. You raped me, repeatedly, for weeks. You used me without my permission. Now... it's payback time." She slid her fingertips over his chest, sliding around his nipple as he continued masturbating for them.
"Oh fuck!" he moaned, closing his eyes, squeezing his ass as his hand moved up and down his shaft, then slipped over the head. The pleasure was so strong. If he hadn't been frozen in place he doubted his legs would be supporting him right now. "Give me the remote, Gabby. This isn't funny."
"I think it's very funny," Gabby said. "And I spent a lot of time working on creating the perfect program for you, too. I wasn't sure how good it would work, but, I have to say, so far so good."
Vince was sweating. He could smell her as she stood there so close to him. He wanted her more than he wanted anything in his entire life. He needed her. So much so that his body was responding to her just being close. The curve of her breasts... and hips... the little gap between her thighs...
