One of My Own Pt. 01

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

Ezra watched as his brother, Daniel, his wife Su, and their daughter Candy got off the train. The late August day was sweltering, doubly so for the visitors used to Indiana's comparatively mild summers. Even this far north in California, it was like the sun sat on your shoulder. Hot in the shade. The family's faces expressed their discomfort as they squinted and wiped their brows. They walked toward him, Su trying to look pleasant, and Candy a little less nervous then she obviously was. Not Daniel though. His grim face was set in stone like it always had been, yet still expressed his distaste at dealing with his brother. He looked like he had stepped in something. He was doing that walk he did, the one that looked like he was hurrying a bit more than he needed to. He thought it looked hard for a middle aged man to do. It had looked intimidating to Ezra when Daniel regularly gave him bloody noses. Now it was just silly and performative.

Candy had graduated form high school last spring. When they had spoken, Daniel and Ezra's mom and dad had sung her praises. Straight As, never getting in trouble. No drinking or boys. She had just been a kid the last time Ezra had seen her a decade earlier. He was shocked at how much she had come to look like her mom. Ezra and his family were corn fed Midwesterners and Su was Korean. That had been quite the scandal when Daniel dated and married her, but the family eventually adapted.

As he approached, Daniel mechanically shook his hand. "Ezra," he said. "Thanks for agreeing to the plan." As always, he crushed Ezra's hand like he had something to prove. He did, of course.

Said plan was that Candy would stay with Ezra while she went to the small local university. It was a plan that Ezra was distinctly unhappy about, but Daniel, along with Su and Mom and Dad, had convinced him. More like strong-armed him. He couldn't stand up to all of them, especially with the house he lived alone in and being the only family member out west. They told him he wouldn't even notice she was there. He doubted it.

He especially doubted he wouldn't notice her with how she looked now. She took after her mom, with straight black hair in a sensible bob and black, slightly epicanthic eyes. Her round face smiled easily. Her mom was a thicker version of her, with just a little more tits and ass than her daughter. Candy's dress was quite conservative, to the point that it must have been uncomfortable in the heat. The sleeves were too long, and the collar was comically modest. It was light blue and looked like something from the Gold Rush when this town was founded. Still, he got a hint of her petite figure underneath. His mind rushed with what the dress might be hiding. Her being his niece didn't stop his dirty mind. Or his hardening member.

"We really appreciate it." Su said. The parents looked expectantly at Candy.

"Yeah," she said, pushing a lock of hair back from her forehead.

"Candace?" Her dad admonished.

"I mean, it's very nice, sir." She smiled at him. It wasn't completely fake. Her broad face flashed braced teeth.

Ezra was about to correct her. The only ones who ever called him sir were cashiers. But something about her calling him sir gratified him. Might as well let her if she was going to. God only knew what her parents had told her about how to behave.

Still, the situation was irritating and Ezra felt awkward at her gratitude. "It'll be fine," he grumbled.

Daniel tried to look nonchalant. "Dear, why don't you and Candace go get a cup of coffee so the men can talk?"

"Alright," Su said. "Let's go, Candace." The two of them walked off. Ezra didn't try to hide that he was looking at their asses, not that their modest dress made it easy.

"Ezra-" Daniel began.

"Look, you've already convinced me to do this. Don't sell past the close."

His brother faced him, his blue eyes cold. "I wasn't going to." Ezra didn't believe him. "We've had our differences in the past, and we know you want to support the family." They walked along together, Daniel tall, fit and clean cut while Ezra was stocky, stubbly, and long haired. "She's a well-behaved girl and respectful. She's not going to be bringing boys home or throwing parties."

Ezra scoffed, he actually wanted nothing to do with the family. "Oh I'm sure you've raised her better than that." His sarcasm was palpable.

Daniel ignored his tone. "We raised her like dad raised us. She's a good Christian girl. I know that doesn't mean anything to you, but Su and I know better."

Rolling his eyes, Ezra headed over to one of the benches. "It means plenty to me, just not the same as it does to you. You're a good Christian man yourself." It was kind of nice, being able to take shots at his brother like this. Like old times.

He sighed, following his brother. "You need to take good care of her." When he had watched Candy walking away, he knew just how he wanted to take care of her.

Ezra motioned for Daniel to sit on the bench with him. "She's an adult, I'm sure she can manage."

"There are all kinds of temptations for her, even at a nice Christian university like this one. I know she won't... What I'm saying is, she can look out for her own virtue. I'm not afraid of that."

Not liking where this was going, Ezra said. "Then what the hell are you afraid of?"

Daniel looked around. It wasn't so bad to Ezra seeing his sanctimonious brother this uncomfortable. When he spoke his voice was hushed. "You don't still... smoke pot? Or look at porn?"

With a bark of laughter, Ezra said. "So it's not enough to push your girl on me, now you want to tell me what to do in my own house?"

"You shouldn't do it regardless, none of it is godly." Daniel scowled, Ezra's reaction irritating him.

"Well, it might be good for you to give weed and porn a try. It would loosen you up. So you think I'm going to send back some kind of Jezebel when all this is over? Being out on her own is going to affect her a lot more than I would. Maybe she's better off not staying with a bad man like me!"

Daniel ground his teeth. This was clearly not where he anticipated this conversation going. "You just better take care of her gosh darn it. Treat her like one of your own. I don't want her getting into anything bad or I'll-"

"You'll what? Knock another of my teeth out?" Even back when they were kids, Ezra had a mouth on him, and Daniel would meet his words with violence. Awkward as Daniel's blustering was, Ezra knew he could lay him out easily still. He didn't care. "Go fuck yourself. What do you say to that?"

His eyes lit up. "I could still pop you one. You sure as heck would deserve it! If anything happens to her you'll regret it."

"Maybe not. I might even show her a good time, see how sweet Candy actually is."

Daniel's face twisted and Ezra knew he had hit a nerve. But Daniel's eyes darted to the side. Su and Candace were heading their way. He bared his teeth, as if he were biting his harshest words back. "Her name is Candace. She's an adult now. You never had any kids, so you don't know what a dad will do for his girl!"

Su was close enough now that they had to play nice. Still, she could tell something was up. "Dear, is everything ok?" She asked.

"Just having uncivilized man talk," Ezra responded. "I was just assuring my big brother that Candy was perfectly safe with me." His smile was saccharine. It taunted Daniel.

Su laughed. She didn't have much knowledge to go on other than what Daniel said about his brother. "She likes to be called Candace now, if you don't mind." Candy nodded, no less nervous.

"And if I do mind?" He said. It was too awkward even for Su now. Daniel seethed. Candy stared at him wide-eyed.

For a couple of seconds no one said anything. Su forced a laugh. "It sure is hot out here. We should probably get going." Ezra couldn't disagree and they headed toward the parking lot. Su offered to help Daniel carry the luggage. He declined. Ezra offered nothing.

--

Ezra already had a cigarette going. Why the hell not? He needed something for his nerves after dealing with Daniel. Candy hadn't said anything since she had got in the car. She stared out the window at the field of dry grass rolling by. Tense as he was, Ezra could tell that Candy was wound tight enough to break. Did she feel guilty for imposing on him? In all likelihood she did, though she hadn't had any say in this. According to her family's beliefs, she was Daniel's until she got married. So why feel bad? He decided to have some fun.

"So Candy, you just graduated. I'm surprised your parents let you go to school and didn't homeschool you." His eyes stayed on the road, but he made sure his voice carried the right tone.

"Yes, sir. Trinity high. And I prefer Candace, please."

A point he could needle her on already. Good. "So you're eighteen?" Strictly speaking, it would make him feel a bit better leering at her, though he had no further plans. But he wanted her to think about it. Think about why her uncle might ask her if she's an adult. Ezra was already feeling something obnoxious and dirty inside him.

She cleared her throat. "My birthday was in January, sir. I'm eighteen."

"So it's an all girls school?"

"There were boys too." She wouldn't face him.

"You have a boyfriend? That never works out when one goes away to college, you know. One or both of you find someone you can get your hands on. So do you?"

It took Candy a second to answer. "No, Sir."

"You like girls?"

Even in the other seat, Ezra could feel Candy stiffen. "No, sir. That's a sin."

"Pretty girl like you could get laid no problem in college. Boy or girl." Candy had no idea what to say to that. Ezra continued. "You dress like that all the time?"

"School had uniforms. Button up white shirt and plaid skirt."

"That's a little on the nose, isn't it?" He said.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"You know, schoolgirl outfit. Do they have you wear a tie too?"

"No, sir."

He looked over for just a second. Candy was no longer looking out the window. Her eyes were cast down to the floor, but Ezra could tell he was still within her field of vision. "Bet you look cute as hell in that uniform. I don't suppose you brought it with you?"

She gulped, "No, sir."

"Pictures?"

"I think I have a few on my phone. Do you think this is appropriate to ask me about, sir?"

Ezra ignored her question. "Well, you'll have to show me sometime after we get home."

"I-I- don't think that's appropriate, sir!" She stammered.

"Bullshit. It's the least you could do staying at my house and eating my food."

A deep blush was creeping up her face. "Do you have to use words like that sir?"

"No, I don't have to. I want to. And I don't want to hear any more complaining about it. Is that clear?" Let's see how much they taught her to respect her elders.

"Yes, sir."

"Do they make you wear bras with it too?" Her little tits could go without a bra, as far as Ezra could tell.

"There was no rule..." Her speech was labored. "Most girls did."

"How about you?"

Even over the din of the engine he could hear her breathing. "I can't- You shouldn't-"

"Answer the question. Did you wear a bra with your uniform?"

"Yes, sir. Always." Her voice quavered. Ezra didn't look over to see if it was from tears or anger. Didn't matter.

"How about now?"

Her answer was barely audible. "Yes."

In Ezra's estimation she looked like she had As. Maybe Bs. It worked for her, since she was cute and petite rather than curvy. All the same it gave him a thrill that he would be leering at her for months now. There would no doubt be girls at school prettier and sexier than her. But her look, along with the naivety she certainly had from her dad's "upbringing" would make her fresh meat for those boys. And for him.

"I see. So Candy-"

"Candace, sir."

"Candy. You said you never had a boyfriend. Have you ever kissed one?"

She squirmed in her seat. "No."

"How about a girl?" He took a drag on his cigarette.

Candace was startled by the question, and struggled to answer. "Umm... no."

"It's good to come to college unattached. You be on the lookout for boys while you're here. Or girls." She didn't respond. "So do you have anything useful you do? I could use some help around the house."

"I can cook, sir. And sew."

"Fitting skills for a proper lady. You do anything for fun, I mean besides reading the Bible?"

Her jaw twitched. "I knit and do needlepoint. I help at the dog shelter. I read the B- I read."

"Well, well, well. This is going to be like having a regular wife." Again, he wanted her to think about what that could imply.

They drove in quiet until they reached town.

--

Candy had finished bringing her bags in. Again, Ezra didn't help. She was clearly impressed with the house. She had three older brothers in a small house with a single bathroom. Ezra and Daniel had both gotten into the family business with their dad. Farming and food processing. Big business in California. Ezra took to it, and moved out west. He multiplied his capital and made enough to retire early. His skill was in getting people to work hard and making wise investments, buying the right land and building at the right time. It was his idea to invest more in canning and processing than farming, and it paid off. Daniel, on the other hand, could barely handle middle management in distribution. His temper always got the better of him and he got overwhelmed with all the responsibilities. So Dad had agreed to pay for Candy's school, including college. Ezra suspected that Candy moving in with him was more Dad bringing Ezra back into the fold. It was like him and Daniel in a "get along" shirt. It wasn't the money or availability issue as they had said.

It didn't matter though. Having a guest might be annoying, but she was easy on the eyes and easy to wind up. And she would be cooking his meals. Almost the complete wife package. Almost. In regards to packages, Ezra watched Candy walking up the stairs to her bedroom. Even in that dress, her round butt showed and wiggled back and forth as she ascended. It was bigger than he expected. Hopefully she had something besides dresses.

The whole upstairs would be hers. It had sat like a vestigial part of the house for years. There was a guest bedroom where she would be sleeping, an extra bedroom that functioned as a mini library, and a bathroom. At least it was separate enough from the rest of the house that he wouldn't have to deal with her if he didn't want to. And if he did?

He decided he would give her a few minutes before he called her down. There would be some rules and expectations he had for her. The security camera panned after him as he came into the kitchen. There was another out back that would catch the occasional raccoon or possum, along with a front door camera. That one was one of the best investments of his life, being able to see who was ringing his doorbell.

Taking a glass out, he poured himself some red wine and took a sip. For a moment he considered and took out a second glass. Why not? She had probably never had a drink in her life. Introducing Daniel's daughter to something like this gave him a sick satisfaction. They had always seen him as the lost one in the family. The black sheep, though he hated the expression. The wine gurgled into the empty glass. Ezra needed a moment to think about what he was going to say. He wanted to lay down some expectations and chores. Too much up front would create some resistance. There still was no telling how far he could push her. But he also didn't want her to think she could walk all over him, that he was even ok with her staying here. She would have to earn her keep.

As his thoughts wandered they came to her body. There weren't any other women in his life as young as Candy. He wondered again about her upbringing. What had Daniel taught her? What had he told her about Ezra? Her wiggling butt as she walked up the stars came back into his mind. He imagined pushing up her dress and pulling a pair of cute, pink panties down. As innocent as she was, he doubted that it would even occur to her to shave her virgin pussy and so she would have a black bush, like the hair on her head. In his mind, he palmed the cheeks of her petite ass and spread them open, her tight little butthole pulsing in excitement as her special aroma reached his nose. His cock stiffened and raised with his fantasy.

Too bad it was only a fantasy. Ezra could get laid. He even tried a call girl once, though he didn't really have fun. He had cum mechanically with the call girl wailing with all the enthusiasm of a mediocre porn star. Cumming was nothing. He could cum in his fucking hand. Otherwise he would bring home some woman from the bar, her tits low hanging and with a fat ass and belly. Not that he had any problem with that. And certainly he would enjoy himself. Women his age were straightforward and experienced with sex, and he'd have a fun night.

But he had never been with a virgin before. His girlfriend in high school, Kim, had been with a guy before him. Her tits were little and pert like Candy's, too. She was a track girl, skinny and toned. And he had quite enjoyed her body. Sure he had also enjoyed the jiggling belly and butt of Ginger, one of his college flings. He imagined Candy's tits like Jenny's. Still, it gave him a rush thinking that a hot little ass like Candy's was never more than a few dozen feet away. Of the chores he wanted her to do, laundry certainly would not be one. He wanted her dirty clothes and their various heavenly aromas all to himself.

Shouting for her to come down would be undignified, so he came up with a wine glass in hand. It was an old house, built during the Gold Rush and remodeled a dozen times since. The stairs creaked. She had closed her door and there was silence within. He didn't bother knocking.

Candy was there at the desk in the room with a book open in front of her and she jumped when Ezra came in. "Sir, can you please knock?" Her tone had none of the politeness of her words. Her bags were on the floor, only one unpacked. It seemed the reality of her situation was sinking in.

He ignored her request. She left the book open on her desk, a tome of a thing. The pages were trimmed gold. A Bible. It figured. "Come down. We have some things to discuss." Candy only hesitated for a second, and she approached. Her creamy colored broad face was red with her irritation. "Come now, down to the living room."

"What's this about?" She asked, her face perturbed. Her braces caught Ezra's eye.

"It's about you being a guest in my house and your attitude," he replied coldly. With a silent stare, Candy passed. He placed his hand on her shoulder as she passed and felt her stiffen. Good.

The living room was just to the left of the bottom of the stairs. It had restored hardwood floors covered with various oriental rugs. There was a small hearth in the corner and he had a couch, a lounging chair, and a rocking chair. It looked rustic, despite its quality of craftsmanship. Ezra liked a quiet house. No TV on in the background and no voices calling after him. He could hear the cars out on the street. As they came in, Candy's eyes shifted to the coffee table, where her glass of wine sat. He sat down on the couch and patted it next to him. Candy moved over to the chair, ignoring his gesture. "Come sit with me, Candy." He said.

"It's Candace, sir," her voice was icy.

"We're family. There's no reason we have to be strangers. So come treat me like family." He smirked.

Candy gulped and sat down next to him. She sat leaning forward with her knees pulled together. Ezra shifted toward her, sneaking his arm around her like there were two teenages on a date. Tension filled her. Close like this he could see that she really had a pretty face. Her cheeks were wide like her moms and her eyes were so brown as to appear black. Her hair, though simple to the point of being plain, did well to compliment her face. The large eyes, along with her braces gave her the look of an ingenue. A doe in the woods.

"Relax," he said. "We cuddled just fine when I was over at your parents house. You couldn't have been older than seven or eight and there was no problem when I was right next to you."

She scowled, "That was a long time ago, sir."

"Still, we're family and we're going to act like it." He cupped her shoulder with his hand. "Here," he held up her glass of wine. "This will help you feel better."

"I'm eighteen, I've never had anything to drink." She said.

"Well then, this can be one of your many firsts here with me." He said. Her eyes went wide with the implication. She took the glass, and he moved his forward to clink with hers. "To first times," he toasted, "And to family." Tink. They each took a drink, Candy making a face after.

"How much did your Mom and Dad tell you about coming over here?" He asked.

She took another timid sip of wine. "Well, I'm going to be staying here for school. But I promise I won't be a burden, sir. I really appreciate what you're doing."

"Well, then, remember that you will have many opportunities to show that appreciation. What I mean is, what did your parents tell you about the conversation around you living with me?"

She looked uncomfortable in an altogether different way. "It's alright. I want you to be comfortable telling me anything," Ezra said. He squeezed her shoulder, feeling the subtle texture of her bra.

Her chest rose and fell with nervous breath. "Well, I know that Grandma and Grandpa convinced you. That you didn't really want to do it. But they told me it was for the best. I swear it won't be bad for you, sir. I never get in trouble. I won't have parties or anything and I'll get along fine. You know I had straight As in high school and I never got detention even once."

"Good girl," He allowed a hint of a smile. "I'm going to hold you to that. I expect you to behave while you're here."

"Yes, sir," she breathed. It was like every emotion was charging through this girl's head, and for a second Ezra felt a little sorry for her.

"And did they tell you about me personally?"

"They said your house was nice. And it is," she gave a false smile. Ezra waited for more. Her eyes were cautious. "They said that you weren't with Aunt Julie anymore. And they said," she broke eye contact, "That you were astray." Julie had been what they called a "liberated woman" back when they had gotten married. The family had disapproved more than when Daniel married Su. It was Ezra's own bumbling and betrayal that had ultimately driven her away.

It was old news. His deconversion had happened when he hadn't been working for his dad for long. But by the time everyone knew, he was just too valuable to the business for Dad to push away. He drifted further and further away and finally broke contact when his dad retired. "An apostate?" He said.

Candy just nodded. "They found me a nice church out here and I was wondering," she gulped, "If you wanted to go with me sometime?"

Ezra laughed. Not just because him coming back to church was an absurd idea, but because of how much it sounded like Candy was asking him on a date. "Doubt it. And yes, I'm not with your mom and dad's church anymore. But that's neither here nor there. While you're here, you're going to make yourself useful."

"I'm grateful, sir," she said. "I'm ready for any chores you have for me."

He liked this attitude. "For starters, you're going to clean around the house. Vacuum, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing dishes." Candy nodded while he spoke. "You're going to cook, too. You said you knew how, so I hope you don't disappoint me."

"I can do all that, sir. Just tell me when you need it."

"Your dad said you were a good, respectful girl. I see he was telling the truth," Ezra said. This got the first genuine smile he had seen from her.

"Daddy raised me right," she said, clearly basking in his approval. She had drained her glass, Ezra refilled it despite her shaking her head. She took another sip anyway.

"Looks like it. Now here are some behavior things I expect from you. This is a quiet house. I expect you to enter and leave quietly, not to shout, and not to make a loud nuisance of yourself. Is that clear?"

Her eyes were large and serious. "Yes, sir."

"You'll be in trouble and will be punished if you disturb me with noise." He had no idea how he might punish her. Much as it made his dick stir, taking her over his knee wouldn't be an option. She nodded again. "You need permission to bring anyone over. But you're better off studying together at your friends' houses or at the school library. I value my privacy."

Candy sipped her wine, nodding. "You are to listen to me as well. I expect you to obey my instructions and not make me repeat myself. Your dad taught you to respect your elders, didn't he?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

"And that includes being a gracious guest and trying new things with me. You're not to act like you're disgusted with me or avoid my physical contact."

Her eyes were dubious with a dash of fear, but she nodded again. Ezra continued, "The upstairs is open for you to go anywhere, as is the kitchen and living room. You are never to enter my bedroom unless invited and the downstairs bathroom is only for me."

"None of this sounds bad, sir," she smiled again.

"Nice to hear," he said, and leaned forward. Her eyes were afraid, but she kenned what he wanted, and let him softly kiss her forehead.

--

For the rest of the night he left Candy alone. His cock rose and fell with his thoughts around her. By this time, his attitude was starting to waver. Sure, he still wanted to annoy Daniel and harass his niece. But unlike when she first got off the train and they drove to his house, he didn't think it was going to be so bad. That irritation was beginning to abate as he was becoming genuinely charmed by Candy. He scrubbed the dishes in the sink, forgetting it was her chore that first night. He lost in thought gazing into the backyard.

Of course part of that charm came from the dirty places his mind went with her. He was just as familiar with the pitfalls of the neurotic upbringing she had. Hell, he had the same upbringing. His mind swam with the possibilities. Though she was no doubt a prude she was also a babe in the woods in her awareness of sex. He heard water gurgling through the walls. The upstairs shower was on.

The idea was that he would push her closer and closer to inappropriate things. Again, his dick hardened as he thought of filling his hands with her flesh. He guessed she was skinny under her dress. Su had been skinny when she was younger, though four kids had fattened her up. If he had his way with her he would intertwine his fingers in her hair and pull her back as he fucked her from behind. He would use the leverage to see how deep he could thrust his cock into her. The flowing shower also brought to his mind soap suds running down her small tits.

If only there were some way he could get a look at her. The shower was all the way upstairs and being caught would put her more on guard if nothing else. He also didn't want news getting back to Daniel that he was being a pervert around her. There had to be something he could leverage against her. As tightly wound as she was there had to be things she was afraid of, there had to be sins.

As he put the dishes away the tent in his pants persisted and the water tinkled down inside the walls. The camera panning to follow him caught his eye. There weren't many places in his house he needed them. And he had installed them when there was a rash of burglaries in the neighborhood a few years back. But now a plan started to hatch in his head. Cameras might prove more useful than he had thought.

--

Ezra made small talk with Candy in the meantime. By the next day a concrete plan had hatched in his head and he would take action next time Candy was away in class. Every time he saw her, the nervousness was palpable. She would glance at him out of the corner of her eye when she didn't think he was looking. It was a sure sign she was nervous when she kneaded her hands in front of herself. A tell.

Soon he had all the equipment he needed and got to work. It had taken him a while initially to get a home security system. Old as he was, a security system to him meant CCTVs, big clunky cameras, and wires everywhere. When he actually looked into it, though, he was shocked at how cheap and easy they actually were. The cameras were relatively inexpensive and all he needed to manage and monitor the system was an app. Easy. Had he known, he would have set a system up years before.

What he had in mind was a bit more complicated, but nothing he couldn't handle. He examined the upstairs bathroom and Candy's bedroom. All the while his heart beat so hard he could feel it in his ears. As soon as the tools were in his hands he felt his cock rising in anticipation of what he was about to do. He had never done anything like this before, but then a similar opportunity had never presented itself. When the ethics of it popped up in his mind, he was quick to dismiss them. It was she should have expected this or it's my own house or it won't hurt her if she doesn't know. And that was enough for that nagging voice in his head to shut up.

The ancient clock radio seemed like a good candidate in the bedroom. Ezra was handy enough that he could remove the face of it and stick the little camera inside. It was amazing they could make them so small these days. When he put the face of it back in place, he couldn't even find it knowing it was there. He made sure to check it on his phone before moving on. Criminally easy.

He wanted the other camera to cover the bed. On the opposite wall was an electrical outlet. A new face for the outlet, designed for exactly this, made it easy. It didn't take long, and when he finished he stood there, waving his hands in front of the camera, and seeing himself on the tiny screen of his phone.

The next the most important part, and the one he hoped to get just right. The bathroom had an old vent that would be perfect. He figured you could see the whole bathroom in that wall vent opposite the shower. All he needed was a step stool and a screwdriver. It felt unreal. The dusty grid came right off and he propped the camera up. When he tested it, sure enough it got the whole bathroom.

Now came the pièce de résistance. He had looked online for hours to get this just right. This camera was embedded in a little screw, and it was just the right size for the shower knob. The one he had was quite old. It was a clear plastic kind with hot and cold printed across the front. It was cylindrical shaped and turned to adjust temperature. Thirty years out of date, but Ezra was never one to fix it if it weren't broken. In the front of it was a screw, nearly identical to the screw with the little camera embedded in it. Again, it was sinfully easy. The shower knob screwed right off and the little camera went right in. When he checked the system, it was perfect, and would get the exact angle he needed.

For a moment he stood there, his ragged breath in his ears. A part of him couldn't believe he was doing this. That wholesome upbringing of his somehow hadn't taken. But the twisted thing (to him anyway) was that if somehow his scheme was exposed, Candy would shoulder some of the blame. He knew his family's attitudes about purity. That was why he knew he could convince Candy to keep anything secret. As mad as it was, any improprieties on his part would be interrogated with the assumption that Candy had somehow ensorceled him with her feminine wiles. That made him feel worse than anything else, but he had to power through.

All that was left to do was wait.

--

That night, it was Ezra's turn to act nervous and awkward. Candy put together a meal of pork chops and asparagus. She took naturally to cooking for him. "I help mom with cooking at home," she said. It was the first time that she seemed alright with speaking freely. "Do you like Korean food, sir?" She put the two plates down and sat across from Ezra, a timid smile on her lips.

There had been a couple of meals he had with Su and Daniel when Candy was just a kid. Ezra got up to pour them a couple of glasses of wine. It was years ago he had a bibimbap with them. And when Su offered him homemade kimchi, it had sounded unappetizing to him, though he ended up quite enjoying it. "I haven't had much, but I liked your mom's," he said.

"Well maybe I can pick up some groceries this week and put some meals together. I bet you'd like bulgogi. And if you let me look around for a bit, I can pick up anything we need for kimchi."

"There's an Asian market in town, I'm sure they have everything you need. You're in California now. I bet it will be easy to find."

Her defenses were dropping. It was comfortable for her being domestic. Being an unwanted guest was certainly not comfortable. His hardon hadn't gone down since Candy had been home. He couldn't remember the last time he was able to stay this hard for this long. Had he not been exploding with lust for his niece and her impending exposure, the basic decency he had might have made him falter. Fortunately, his depravity was made of sterner stuff.

She looked up from her meal, "What?" Her braced smile was full of innocence. Ezra hadn't realized he was staring.

"Umm... how were your classes?"

"Well econ wasn't too bad, even if it starts at eight. It's all a lot to take in. High school was much smaller and everyone here seems so grown up. Plus, I had Mom and Dad at home..." She paused and looked down. "I know you don't get along that great-"

Ezra held his hand up. "You don't need to fight their battles. Your mom and dad, your dad especially, have a long history with me. He wasn't the best oldest brother, and things only got worse as we grew up and I started to outshine him. He doesn't handle jealousy well."

"He has a temper but he does his-"

"Believe me, I know your dad better than you do. He's a..." mediocre man who copes by overvaluing obedience. A man who would have nothing if it weren't for privilege and hierarchy. "He's complicated. And I'm not doing this for him."

Candy's mouth set in an offended line. "Well, he's my Dad. I love him and I do my best for him." Ezra's only response was to shrug. "Are you afraid of him?" Her voice was cautious, but resolute.

There was a flash of anger inside Ezra, and he opened his mouth to speak. But he caught himself and thought. Candy's expression said that she had caught him, but felt sorry rather than smug. Sighing, Ezra said, "Is that what he told you? I guess I used to be. He kicked my ass plenty of times growing up, even knocked one of my teeth out and broke my nose. But your grandpa never did a thing about it. He told me to man up or shut up, since it was my mouth that got me in trouble. I never learned, though. You should have seen the look on his face the times I embarrassed him in front of your grandpa. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that the tables have turned, now."

Candy pushed her food around her plate. That insecurity-driven aggression was certainly something she had experienced. Ezra was sick in the pit of his stomach, hoping that Daniel had never hit her. She wouldn't look at him, and Ezra looked on at her straight black hair. It was really quite beautiful, and might really stand out if she did something with it. How much of her had been repressed in that family?

And though the fear was gone, the desire for revenge was there. In just these first few days, Ezra's mind had gone to some dark places. They finished eating with the clinking of silverware being the only thing to break up the silence.

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Every sound from upstairs caught his ears. After he had left and Candy finished up the dishes he couldn't get her and her body out of his mind. Finally he accepted that he would be hard all night. But he wanted to save it. In his fantasy Candy would come down the stairs and find him dead from cardiac arrest, his cock kept erect by his powerful lust and rigor mortis. Did rigor mortis affect your dick? A part of him still didn't believe that it would work, and he would be unable to bring the cameras up on his phone.

There was the sound of a shutting door and Ezra shuffled to the staircase, positioning himself halfway up so he could see the bathroom door. It was closed and there was a sliver of light emitting from underneath. He gulped.

A single, trembling finger unlocked his phone and opened the app. Though it was only a few seconds, the app seemed to take an eternity to open. His heartbeat and breath both roared through his ears. It had been decades since he had felt this level of sexual excitement. But finally the feed popped up.

There was Candy, blissfully unaware and clear as day. She was staring into the mirror, fiddling with something on her face. Probably a zit or perceived blemish. Her picking was accompanied with barely-whispered mutterings to herself. They were too quiet to hear, especially since she had turned the bathroom fan on. She was still fully dressed, the absurdly modest dress covering her like a cloak.

After a moment she ran the water and started brushing her teeth. The intimacy and realness of the moment coursed down Ezra's spine, and he had to make a conscious effort not to stroke his member. But eventually she spit and rinsed, and sighed as she looked into the mirror.

Her hands went behind her back, pressing her little tits forward and making them strain against the front of her dress. She clutched at her zipper with the fluidity of a motion repeated a million times, and the back came loose. Like when he opened the app, time slowed down. Candy twitched her shoulders and her dress fell off her body to the floor, leaving her modest bra and panties exposed.

In just the few days she had been here, Ezra had imagined Candy's naked body over and over. Her being his niece hadn't stopped him, in fact the perversion of it supercharged his desire. He had imagined her small and skinny, her ribs visible under her meager boobs. Su was skinny and slight when she was younger.

But that's not how it was. Her figure was petite, and her tits no bigger than he had expected, but her body was soft all over. None of her bones were visible. Every bit of her looked as if it would feel heavenly under his hands. It was all he could do not to bust into the bathroom and grope her all over. Her skin was so smooth, and she turned and bent to get her dress off, showing her gently curved hips and slight back. A tiny whimper emerged from Ezra, and he realized he had been holding his breath.

Her face was the more beautiful for being unselfconscious. And when she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, Ezra realized that he had never wanted a woman this much. Then the tension in the front of her plain white bra slacked and it fell. Her tits were small and luscious and high-set, her nipples brown and pointy. They complimented her petite, soft figure. Ezra imagined his hands running over them, giving her cute little nipples a soft pinch as his hands passed over them. They were somewhat wide set, and had a that delicious thickening between her shoulder and breasts you saw with little ones like hers. She even had a slight belly, which stuck out a tiny bit above the waist of her panties. God, she was fucking heavenly.

Ezra's body trembled with his lust, and this time it was impossible to stop his roaming hand and he sized her cock. His underwear was already wet on the inside from the precum leaking from his dick. With the first stroke he knew it would be quick. On camera, Candy hooked her thumbs and dropped her panties. The hair between her legs was the same color as the hair on her head, and it formed a neat triangle nestled in the middle of her thighs. A bead of sweat dropped down Ezra's face.

Then Candy sidestepped into the shower, the glass door slightly blurring her figure. Ezra scrambled to the next camera. The image was just as clear as the last, and set at belly level with her. It looked up at her and her boobs and bush were all the more prominent. She turned the water on and it ran down her body, making her subtle curves shine. Unceremoniously, she rubbed soap lather on her body, starting under her arms. It flowed down the curves of her body, outlining her nipples and her little bump of a belly. The suds settled in her black bush. The unaware casualness only served to push Ezra closer.

It had been a long time since Ezra had felt ambushed by an orgasm, and this time it only gave him a fraction of a second warning. The hand holding his phone trembled and he dropped it, his other hand frantically stroking his electrified cock. But when he reached down to get the phone, his climax hit, and he groaned like he was being run through. He toppled over, twitching while his dick pumped rope after rope of cum out wherever it happened to be pointing. The climax slammed through him. The corner of the coffee table bonked into his head right above his eye and he grunted with the pain. He got cum on the couch, on his pants, on the rug, and on his hand. For a few seconds he just flopped around on the carpet like a fish on the deck of a ship. With his eyes bugging and his mouth gasping for air, he looked like one too.

His heart pounded in his chest as the orgasm continued to rip through him. In those seconds there was no sense in his head. There was only the thrumming pleasure as his incandescent cock erupted. After a few weak strokes from his hand, the last of his seed had shot out, and he lay on the floor, wheezing like a bellows.

Candy was still in the shower, and he continued to watch the soap suds wash down her petite body. She even turned around and bent over at one point, giving Ezra a peek at her asshole and the hairy mount of her pussy underneath. Her ass was round and petite like the rest of her. She washed and washed, innocently oblivious to what she was doing to Ezra. Incredibly, after only a few more minutes, he was hard again. His hand closed again on his slippery member, and pumped away. Before he could cum, though, Candy was done, and he had to get himself together.

Switching to the bathroom camera, he watched her put on a pair of gray and black plaid pants and a button up shirt. Her pajamas were just as chaste as her dresses, though this was the first time Ezra had seen her in pants. She only wore a pair of panties underneath, no bra, and dropped her dirty clothes in the hamper. Soon enough, Ezra would be able to go through them, catching her glorious scent in every soiled garment.

Instead of her going into her room, her foot creaked on the top step. In a second, she was wide eyed and wet haired, coming down the stairs. It was impossible she didn't notice something was off when she saw Ezra. "Sir?" she said. "I thought maybe we could watch TV together or something tonight. Want to?"

He stared up at her, overwhelmed. His cum was everywhere, but it was too dark for her to see. After what he had seen and what he had done, it was impossible to even say anything to her. "Are you ok? Sir? Did you hit your head or something?" She reached forward and touched the spot on his head where the table hit.

"Umm... I hit it when you were..." He shook his head. When was the last time a woman had flustered him like this?

She grinned, "It's ok, let's just see what's on." She sat down next to him on the couch, right in where one of Ezra's loads had landed. Scooting over toward him, she said, "I've thought about it a little. I really appreciate you giving me a place to stay, though you didn't really want to. I know you were talking about getting to know each other better, sir. And you're my uncle. I shouldn't be weird about showing affection." She patted his hand, then put her head on his shoulder.

He put a stiff arm around her. With the degeneracy purged from his mind, he promised himself that he would take the cameras out the next day.