About an hour later, I was done and had sent the mail. To my surprise, I received the notification from the C&C-server not even twenty minutes after I had hit the send-button. Seemed like the guy operating the bar did his own books. The device he read my mail on was a laptop, and when I activated the built-in camera and microphone, neither turned out to be covered. Despite this being good for me, I couldn’t help but shake my head. I could literally see when it was safe to go through his files. Why do people think we nerds have been covering the cameras on our laptops and phones for the last hundred years, and every electronics store sells those fancy adhesive slide-covers by now?
I managed to activate the Wake-on-LAN function, so, in case he shut the thing down before I could accomplish anything more, I would just log back in when I was confident he would be gone home.
By now, I was getting somewhat tired, not to mention my ribs were hurting again. I tried to get my shoulders and neck to stop hurting when Claire walked through my door. The indecisiveness in her behavior confused me for a moment, until I remembered the events of the day so far.
“Hey, Honey. I know you asked us to let you work, but ... do you need anything? Something ... something to eat, maybe?” Claire asked carefully.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks.” I groaned back, rubbing my other shoulder now. Claire perked up and quickly stepped behind me.
She inspected the shoulder I was rubbing and started doing it for me. My initial impulse was to tell her off, but whatever she was doing with her hands felt orgasmic! My planned protest was replaced by a surprised, yet appreciative, moan. Soon I was leaned back in my chair, eyes closed, the back of my head resting between her breasts, just enjoying the feeling of pain leaving my tensed-up body as it relaxed. If she wanted to serve me, who was I to tell her off? After a few minutes of this, I heard Granny’s voice from my door.
“Any progress?”
When I looked at her, she wasn’t looking at me. She was grinning at Claire, making me realize that she wasn’t inquiring about my attempts to break into those peoples’ systems. She had sent Claire in here to start mending our relationship. Fat chance for that. If that woman ever wanted to have any kind of relationship with me again, she shouldn’t need her mother’s order to work for it.
I decided, however, that this was not the time to have that kind of discussion. Instead I gestured to the monitor, meaning for my grandmother to check on my work progress.
“What’s this?” she asked after she had walked over to us and came to stand next to Claire.
“That’s the guy doing the books in Logan’s sports bar. We’re watching him in real time through the camera on his Laptop right now.” I explained. Claire’s hands stopped working.
“You can do that!?” they both asked at the same time.
“Sure. Can do more!” I proudly announced, disconnected the earbuds I had used to listen, and switched to the laptop’s speakers instead. We could hear him talk on the phone.
After a minute Granny spoke again.
“This is ... weirdly captivating. I’m watching a complete stranger talking about toilet stalls, but I just want to keep watching him!”
“Yeah. It’s like the Truman Show come real. It just turns you into a voyeur.” I commented. Then groaned again when I moved in a bad way, so my belt pushed against the wound on my stomach.
“Are you okay?” Claire asked concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Belt buckle pressed into my stomach. And I overexerted my chest again, to the point where the ibuprofen doesn’t cut it anymore, but I don’t wanna take the stronger pills.”
“Because you had alcohol?” Granny speculated, placing her hand in my neck to lightly scratch it, while Claire was again rubbing my shoulders.
The light scratches on my neck had a disturbing and alarmingly obvious effect on me. I immediately felt goosebumps spread from my neck, across my entire back, and down both of my arms. My upper body even erupted in an involuntary trembling as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the light touch.
As weird as it sounds, nobody had ever touched me like this. This simple loving caress of my neck and shoulders felt almost intimate after years of missing out on any physical closeness that was not intended as foreplay for sex.
Sure, Tess and I had cuddled and spooned. Though, when it came to caressing one another, she was the type who greatly enjoyed having her body played with, while she herself simply concentrated her efforts on my lower body parts when it came to returning the favor. I had no fucking idea I had sensitive areas on my body aside from my dick! So, what my mother and grandmother were doing to me at that moment was starting to feel too good, and even made me slightly uncomfortable.
