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 Title: Page Ch.  03
Summary: Sister's trouble spreads.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Standing inside the doorway to my office, I'm looking over the pieces of
my computer scattered across my desk with disbelief.  I can feel my mouth
hanging open but I don't quite know what to say.  The curiously calm guilt
I'd felt this morning is gone, replaced now by worry and anxiety.
   "It's going to be okay, Ryan.  I just need to get to the bottom of
this."
   "Who are you, Page?"
   "I'm your sister," she says, smiling sheepishly.
   "This is starting to get pretty - um - out there...  What are you
doing?"
   "Okay, well - let me see.  I'm virtualizing your computer from your hard
drive onto this laptop, so we can isolate your system from the malware
that's been installed.  I'm attempting to track the installation vectors of
this attack..."
   It's total geek-speak to my nontechnical ears and I don't really hear
everything she's saying.  I'm seeing that Page doesn't even understand my
anxiety while she continues talking past me.  I can tell she's concerned
and I know I should be listening but "Wait, say that again - what's fishing
got to do with this?  I took a fishing trip to Alaska for silvers in August
-"
   "No, Ryan, phishing with a 'ph'.  It was probably some type of e-mail or
website that delivered a Trojan.  I'm going to figure it out but it's
fairly sophisticated."
   "Who were you talking to?"
   "Can you come around here and sit with me?" she asks.
   I hesitate because Page seems to have cast an enchantment on me. 
Thinking that somehow sitting next to her might weaken my resolve to get
some answers, I delay.
   "Are you going to explain what's going on?"
   "Yeah, some."
   I pull around the straight back chair and sit beside her as I stare at
the two nearly identical laptops on my desk.  I see the duffel bag at her
feet, it is open and I can see several items, she's just purchased, jammed
inside it and anxiously wonder if she's going to leave me now as quickly as
she came.
   "Okay, look, I'm sorry I won't be able to tell you everything.  Right
now, we need to make sure this isn't about me."
   "Make sure this isn't about you?"
   "The hack on your PC.  I started to wonder about your phone yesterday
and then again this morning after - um - well, after I - after we..."
   "Yeah, okay.  I'm glad you don't have words for it either," I say, as I
feel myself blushing.
   "Anyway - I was poking around on your PC to see if there were any
issues. You know you haven't updated your anti-virus in almost a year?"
   "I probably haven't since you left." I say, with my heart sinking.
   "Yeah..." she says.  She's looking at me and I feel like an idiot,
especially when I compare myself to her.  "So, I found some tracking
software and a key-logger."
   "Shit!" I wince.
   "It looks like the logger goes back at least to October while the
tracker started in January, if we can believe the dates on the files, I
need to do some more forensics..."
   "How do you know how to do all this stuff, Page?"
   "I've been doing it since I was like eleven."
   "A couple years after Mom and Dad split, you became some kind of elite
hacker?"
   "Sort of, but not really.  Dad was working lots and I wanted something
to do, but he wouldn't let me go out with my friends much.  So I talked him
into letting me play an online game.  I got really good, but the game got
boring and so I wrote some mods to make the boring parts go faster."
   "Like the video game you were playing yesterday?"
   "It was similar to that one.  Anyway, people started cheating and
hacking it to get advantages...  I got pissed at those guys and started
building tools to block what they were doing, track them down and report
them...  Then hacking became a side activity I enjoyed and I just kept
getting better at it."
   "So after you - uh - 'virtualize' my PC, I can have it back or -"
   "No, we're going to have to wipe most of it.  Several of the firmware
components are overwritten in such a way that we can't fix them without
doing so.  They might even have come that way; it could be that's just how
they got in to start."
   "So first my phone is gone and now..."
   "I took care of the phone, Ry."
   "Yeah, you did...  How'd you remember all that stuff though?" I asked,
as I thought about how quickly she'd typed in technical details about my
phone.
   "I - it's a little embarrassing."
   "What?"
   "I have eidetic memory."
   "Is that related to your IQ?" I ask.
   I'm suddenly remembering Mom and Dad discussing her IQ test results. 
Some teacher had called the house the year before they'd divorced to tell
them that Page's was too high to measure accurately and they should
probably put her in a special program.
   "No one knows if there's any correlation and I really don't like talking
about how smart everyone thinks I am."
   "Page, there's no shame in being smart."
   "Smart, no, there's no shame in that.  But being called a genius ALL the
time and being expected to live up to that shit..."
   "Sorry, I didn't know it -"
   "Don't, it's okay.  You don't do that to me, you never have.  You've
always just accepted me for who I am."
   "Alright, what am I going to do for a PC?"
   "I'm setting this up for you to use instead; it's running a safe
operating system that insulates that virtual system with all your files."
   "Where'd you get this second laptop?"
   "I used some Bitcoin and got you one like mine."
   "You went out?"
   "I just had it couriered to the diner.  We might need to leave here and
go dark for a while."
   "Dark?"
   "Off the grid somewhere."
   At that moment I'm startled from my thoughts by the phone on my desk
ringing.  Page gives me a troubled look as I reach for it and is shaking
her head 'no'.  I answer, heedless of her forewarning.
   "Hello?" No one answers.  "Hello?" There are clicks on the line, so I
assume it's a telemarketer.  "Look this is an unlisted number and I'm on
the Do not call list, so don't call back." I click the disconnect button
and place the headset back in the charging base hard.
   "Shit, Ry, you shouldn't have answered that!"
   "What are you talking about?"
   "The key-logger I found wasn't from your run of the mill hacker, it
looked government sponsored...  and now with your computer off-line..."
   "You think this is some type of espionage?"
   "I'm not really sure yet, have you bought any thumb drives online
recently?"
   "Yeah, I got a great deal for a four-pack - Crap!  That was probably in
early October."
   "The firmware hack has me thinking those might have made a pit stop
somewhere after you ordered them.  We're probably going to need to bug out
of here for a while."
   "You really think that's necessary?"
   "Yeah, I want to set up a honeypot on this computer after I wipe it, to
see who we might catch."
   "Same WE you can't explain?"
   "Yeah, but maybe I can later?"
   "You think we're in danger?"
   "I'm not sure, but we shouldn't take any chances and we need to get to
the bottom of this.  We'll know more once I've had a chance to look over
your files," she says, as she starts scrolling through a window on her
laptop.
   "So, you've got a copy of my files too?"
   "Sorry, Ryan.  I made a copy while I waited for the extra laptop.  I'm
running some analysis on them here, while I'm working on your new laptop."
   "I uh - I think I need a smoke," I say, as I get up and start heading
toward the liquor cabinet.
   I hear her chair move and then Page is right behind me rubbing my back
and hugging me from behind urging me not to go.  I turn to gaze into her
beautiful hazel eyes that are staring back at me.  Her arms are pulling me
closer, enticing me to kiss her.  I sense the urgency in her and I bend
slightly to accept her lips.  I feel myself getting hard from the scent of
nutmeg and allspice in her hair that reminds me of this morning when she'd
been so playful.  Her kiss calms my worry and excites my libido.
   She pulls my hands to her braless breasts and I hopelessly grope them
through the thin material of her shirt.  As our kiss continues, I worry
that I might not be able to keep up with this intoxicating mixture of
intrigue and sexuality that Page has become.  She is so different from the
person I knew last year and entirely antithetical to anyone I'd ever
thought I might find exciting or attractive.
   She breaks the kiss, "Ryan, I'm sorry."
   "What are you sorry for Page?"
   "I'm sorry if I've gotten you mixed up in something or added more
tension into your hectic life or taken - um - taken - advantage of - of
your good nature."
   I take her meaning and realize that maybe she's apologizing for that
first encounter.  "I didn't do anything I didn't want.  Although, I'll
admit, I wasn't fully aware of how much I wanted you."
   Page is blushing but her face beams happiness as she throws her arms
around my neck again.  "Me too," she whispers.
   "How long till it's done?" I ask pointing to the jumble of wires and
parts.
   "Maybe another hour; you've got a big drive," she says, as she rubs me
through my pants.
   "Your drive is pretty active," I tease her back.  "Maybe you should take
a break from hacking my computer and help relieve all this tension you've
caused."
   "I don't know, you're so old, are you sure you can?" she says, as she
runs back to the bedroom again.
   I don't know what this game is, but imagine I'd play it endlessly if
she'll let me.  I wait several moments thinking about her teasing me about
feeling old and then give chase.  She's not in my bed when I open the door,
however, and I see a trail of her clothes leading to the bathroom.  Then I
hear water noises coming from the shower, so I strip off to join her as I
realize where she's gone.  This playful side of her is making me feel a lot
better and somehow it seems to be assuaging my tension about the chaos
that's so abruptly entered my life.
   In the bathroom, I find Page in the shower.  The glass of the large
walk-in is fogging a bit but I can see her smiling at me as she pretends to
hold the door handle.  There's a spark in her eye that makes me just want
to laugh.  I pull gently on the door handle, but she's not letting go.
   "So you don't want me to come in there with you?"
   Page shakes her head 'no'.  She's smiling but releases the door handle,
backs away and moves her hands to cover herself again.  This mock shyness
after this morning seems a little silly so I decide to call her bluff.
   "Well, if you don't want me to come in, I'll wait in my room, until your
done," I say, as I release the handle.
   "Ryan," she whines.  "Come and play with me, please," she pouts.
   "You like games, huh?"
   She smiles broadly at me as I open the door and join her under the
spray. Without warning, she's hugging me tightly.  There's a rush of such a
mix of emotions running through me, I'm uncertain which is dominant.  Her
tight body, the myriad of piercings and the brief sight of her sex as she
comes to me are all arousing me, but in the back of my mind there's an
overwhelming urge to protect her at all costs.
   Right now, her actions are pushing that protective tendency to the back
of the line as she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth.  The
little barb piercing her tongue runs along the underside of my cock as it
continues to grow.  Wet slurping sounds mix with the water cascading down
from the large rainfall shower head.  My legs become a little wobbly and I
press my back against the slate tiled wall and watch her tongue play with
my cock head.  Her eyes glance up at mine furtively as if to make sure
she's pleasing me.
   The allure of her lips as they encircle me is making me crazy with lust.
I watch her repeat the simple but erotic exercise again and again.  Inside
her mouth she gives just a gentle sucking and twirl of her barbed tongue.
Outside her lips press against the tip as she slowly reinserts my penis. 
Her head bobbing evenly all this time, slowly repeating the actions.  The
smooth texture of her lips and velvety softness of her tongue are lulling
me into oblivion.
   Suddenly, I'm brought back into the moment as she grabs my hips and her
head jerks forward forcing me deeply into her.  Her eyes stare up at me as
I feel myself slip into her throat.  The muscles of her throat undulate
about me as she continues to gaze up at me proudly.  I can't believe how
she makes me feel.  There's a huge smile on my face and I begin to worry
that she'll make me ejaculate before I satisfy her.
   "Hey, come up here," I implore her to stand.
   She shakes her head 'no' slightly and in the process my cock twists
within her mouth as her head turns.  Slowly, she begins bobbing again, her
goal clear, she is in charge and wants something from me.  Sloppy wet
sounds are now reverberating between the glass panel and slate walls. 
Page's petite right hand grips me to aid her actions and I can sense my
balls tightening in preparation to release.  The water continues to flow
through her wet auburn hair and she looks up at me as if to say she knows
it is coming.  Her eyes convey her desire to have it.  I'm helpless to her
desire as I feel my spasm begin.
   Grabbing the safety bar in the shower I steady myself and my eyes close.
Page removes her hand and I feel myself slopping into and out of her throat
again and again.  There's an occasional 'gluck' sound and then she begins a
guttural moan that vibrates me just right.  My body tenses and I
involuntarily push my hips forward.  Page backs off to hold me in her mouth
and I hear her swallow each stream as I spew uncontrollably into her
awaiting mouth.
   "Mmmm - mmmm - mmhh - umhmm," she moans, accepting each spurt.
   "Ahhhhh....  fuck, that's sooo good!  Mmmm", I sigh.
   Then I sense her sucking lightly to get the last of it out of me as I
feel my legs trembling beneath me.  She presses my hips back against the
rail steadying me and releases me with a plop.  Then I notice her rising to
stand beside me again, squeezing me tightly around my midsection.
   "We're even," she whispers in my ear.
   "Even - for what?" I ask perplexed.
   "For eating me so wonderfully after breakfast, silly.  You're the first
guy that ever did that for me."
   It is a bit of a surprise to hear that.  All of Page's piercings and
outward appearance dripped of a sexual powerhouse.  To hear I was her first
anything, stuns me.  As I stand there stupefied, I realize she's begun
washing me with the liquid soap and scrubby.  Her touch is so soft, and she
gently kisses me once the water's washed me clean.
   "Turn around," she says softly.
   I obediently do as she's requesting and she continues her routine of
cleaning and kissing.  Her hands are lithe and quick as she gently gropes
me between my legs while she washes my butt with the scrubby and then
softly cleans my taint and spreads my cheeks to wash my ass crack and hole.
I'm only half surprised when I feel her tongue there briefly and then more
forcefully as she sticks it inside me and grabs my reinvigorating cock.
   "Oh, fuck," I moan.
   Page stops for a second to ask, "You alright, Ry?" She continues
stroking me, making me crazy as she waits for an answer.
   "Uhhh-huuh," I finally moan.
   "Good boy," she says and begins licking me and probing me again.
   I find it pleasurable but weird, I knew I'd licked her little puckered
ring, but hadn't imagined she'd return the favor.  She stops and stands
next to me.
   "You didn't seem to like that last bit."
   "It was okay, I've never had it done."
   "I was just giving back what you gave me," she teases.
   "Yeah, I was pretty excited this morning."
   "I could tell, you gave me just what I wanted.  Now, I want you to wash
me and fuck me hard in here."
   "Gladly," I say taking the scrubby.
   I take my time washing her all over, paying particular attention to her
erotic areas.  Using an extra soft touch, since the scrubby can feel harsh
on sensitive skin.  As I reach her piercings, I just use my bare hand so as
not to get them entangled.  My fingers gently soap and clean her left
breast and navel.  For her clit, I sit in front of her and wash her gently
between my index and middle fingers.  Then I allow the water to collect in
my cupped hand and rinse over her.  In my seated position, I can't resist
lapping at her under the spray of the water.
   "Ummm, that's nice," she says, as she moves slightly forward so she's
nearly straddling my face.
   I lap with abandon as I had earlier.  Her delicate lips are slippery
with water and I can feel her tense as my tongue grazes her clit.  Sucking
her into my mouth, I tweak the barb and she begins to quiver as she starts
to climax.  I hear one hand grip the bar, but the other is on the back of
my head pressing me into her.  At the same time she's lifting one leg over
my head to give me fuller access, which I use to tongue her more forcefully
and repeatedly.
   "Oh, Ryan.  Oh, Ryan.  Oh fuck, yeahhhhh," she moans.  "Lick it right
there.  A little to the left.  Oh fuck, yes.  Ohhh!  Mmmm!  You don't know
- oh fuck - how good that feels.  Aieh!"
   Her yelp echoed in the room and I'm sure it might even have been heard
outside.  Her trembling climax declining, she releases my head and lowers
her leg back.  I stand to hug her tightly so she doesn't fall but all Page
is interested in at that moment is kissing me.  Her tongue is in my mouth
and we kiss deeply for several minutes.  She's a constant bundle of energy
and her hands continuously roam my body stopping only occasionally to grip
me enticingly.  When I'm so hard I don't know if I can resist her, she
breaks the kiss.
   "I seem to have gotten you excited again, not too bad for an old dude,"
she says playfully.  "You ready to fuck your little sister in this shower,
now?"
   "You always go right for the weakness," I tease her back.
   Then I surprise her by lifting her up and driving into her with one
fluid motion.  Her hands reach back for the safety bar as I begin pounding
into her with everything I've got.
   "Oooff, yeah - just - oooff - just like - oohh my gawd - yes!  Just like
that!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"
   I move my grip to her hips now that she's holding the bar.  The extra
leverage it garners, allows me to pull her into my thrusts with even more
force and her panting 'yeses' become a continuous stream of profanity laced
instructions and playful jabberings.
   "Look at you going into me.  Pound your dick into your nasty sister's
tight pussy.  Feel me gripping you?"
   "Uhh-huh."
   "You like me gripping you.  Yeah, you do!  Make me cum on that fuck
pole. Squirt your spunk inside my hairless brother hole."
   "It's just mine, isn't it?"
   "Yeah it is.  Oh fuck, fuck, fuck - fuck me - fuck yeah!"
   The effect was pretty much what we both needed.  I did feel naughty and
nasty fucking her like this.  The piercings in her clit, navel and tit
change the vision of my angelic sister into this sex goddess right before
my eyes.  Water is dripping off of her firm tummy along the lines between
the nice little muscles that lie beneath.  I can't imagine wanting anyone
more or wanting to please anyone more than I needed to please her right
now. Her explicit instructions have me pistoning into her with more
rapidity than I thought I might muster.
   Page is now lifting herself with her feet tightly on my hips so she can
meet my thrusts.  The grip and rocking motion of her movements begin to
push me over the edge and I try to warn her off.
   "Unghh, oohh fuck, I'm - I'm - oh fuuuck - I'm going to cum Page!!!"
   "Shoot it inside me!  Cum in me, Ry.  Fill me with your hot semen."
   The noise of the water showering down upon us enhances the sounds of me
going in and out to make sloshing noises.  I'm overwhelmed with lust from
her words and I lean forward to bite her pierce nipple gently as her spasm
begins and I bury myself inside her with thrust after thrust.  She's
trembling as my cock presses against her cervix repeatedly.
   "Bite a little harder," she whispers, as she quivers against me.  "Oh,
fuck, yes like that!"
   I continue pumping inside her until her climax becomes a continuous
shudder.  She pulls herself up to hug me tightly and I'm supporting her
full body again.  While she's like this I lift her with strength I didn't
know I had to hammer her down onto me for a finale that looses both of our
daemons.
   "I'm cumming - oh fuck - I'm cumming inside you," I say, as I shoot
blast after blast into my beautiful sister's pussy.
   "Please - oh fuck yesss - so fucking nice," she says gripping me tighter
with her legs.  "I love how it feels when you erupt inside me."
   When our tremors finally stop, I set her back on the rough slate floor.
Her feet next to mine, she releases the bar and hugs me tightly under the
water.  Puddles of our combined fluids drip from her onto the floor and
wash away.
   "That was the best one yet," she whispered to me.
   "You're making me crazy, you know?" I ask.
   "In a good way, though, right?"
   "Yeah.  I think so."
   We break the embrace and I rewash Page a bit just as the water starts to
turn cool.  I turn off the water and open the shower door to collect our
towels.  I hand her one and step off the mat to allow her to exit as well.
   "That was pretty amazing, Page.  What a great stress breaker," I say, as
I continue to dry.
   Her face beaming with happiness she says, "I'm glad -"
   It seems like she wants to say more, but it goes unspoken as she
continues to dry and then proceeds into her room to dress.  I hang my towel
and start to brush my teeth at the sink when she reappears at the door
wearing a pair of sexy panties.  She's got a blue shirt in her hands and
she watches me watching her.  Slowly she pulls the long-sleeve shirt over
her head and finally down her body covering her naked breasts.  I'm still
watching her intently and disappointment must have appeared on my face as
she'd covered them.
   "You can have more later," she says, as she smiles, shakes her head and
walks away.
   She's back in her room and I can't see her.  I feel warmth in my groin
again and my penis twitches involuntarily, perhaps thinking it could have
another go.  However, I feel the need to get dressed and figure out what
we're going to do.  I finish up and head to my closet to pick out some
clothes to wear and for travel.  Jeans and a flannel shirt seem like a good
idea for today as I think about the snow outside.  I grab another set for
travel and some long sleeve polo style shirts.  Back in my room at the
dresser I pull out several pair of boxers and all five pair of white socks
that I own.  Then I go to the restroom and grab a toiletry bag from under
the sink and pack a spare toothbrush for Page.
   Back at my bed I neatly pack the items into the duffel as my mind
wanders to the possibility that my wardrobe is going to need to change. 
I'm going to need some more casual clothing if I do go back to school.  I
don't want to be that guy that's always wearing suits to class.  I get
dressed and sit on the bed to put on my socks and some hiking boots.  I've
no idea where we might go or what Page thinks we're going to do, but I have
a bad feeling and a chill runs up my spine as I consider what kind of
trouble might be headed for us.
   Those worries propel me back into the closet for a larger duffel bag
that contains my two handgun cases.  I unzip the duffel and remove the
cases and carry them to the bed.  A buddy of mine had helped me select the
guns for ease of use and practicality; he'd actually been the one to prompt
me to run for office in the first place.  Back at the bed I packed all the
clothing neatly into my duffel and decide I should check the guns.
   Laying the hard cases side by side on the bed, I open up each of the
hardcover cases for inspection.  The contents were nearly identical, and
inside were a Glock 19, three clips and four new boxes of ammo, and one had
a fifth partial box.  The guns were in nearly the same condition as they'd
come from the store, since I'd only ever fired them at the range and
cleaned them after every use.  I picked up and inspected each clip to
insure it was fully loaded with the fifteen rounds it could carry.  Two
were a little short from the last use and I took some shells from the
partially used box and slipped them into the clip.  When I'd gotten these,
I was fairly sure I'd never use them for my own defense, but tonight that
feeling was changing.  In fact, I found myself worrying that they might
actually be needed in the near future.
   I close the cases back up, sling the duffel bag strap over my shoulder
and take the lot into the office, where I find Page has been busy as well.
She's at the desk again examining two identical phones.  They look new and
I'm a little confused.  I drop the duffel and set the cases next to them,
as Page eyes them with suspicion.
   "Where'd you get the phones?" I ask.
   "I got them a little before I got the laptop."
   "You were busy this morning; did you have them couriered too?"
   "No, I just paid cash at the Target up the street.  They're no contract
deals with re-loadable minutes, texting and data."
   "So they're burner phones?"
   "Yeah, I guess you could call them that," she says, with a smirk.
   "What have you got in those cases?" she asks pointing.
   "Well, I'm just taking a precaution," I say.  "I got these a while ago."
   I pick up a case and bring it over to the desk to show her the contents.
As I open it, Page's eyebrows raise, her forehead furrows a bit and a
little frown appears on her face.  I feel like maybe I've made a mistake
and I close the lid back.
   "What?  You don't think we need them?"
   "I - um - I - don't - know," she says, her words coming out staccato as
she seems to be reconsidering.  "Do you know how to use those?" she asks
after several moments.
   "Yeah, well, I'm decent with targets.  Do you?"
   "Yeah, I've used a Glock."
   I'm kind of surprised that she not only knows exactly what they are, but
also how to use one.  She continues to amaze me and I stand there looking
at her.
   "Okay, I guess we can take them.  Anyway, this phone is yours," she
continues, as she hands it to me.  "I've got these two set up so they can
call each other on speed dial.  No names, just press the second entry, the
first one is a dummy."
   "Are you planning on leaving me?" I blurt my worry out loud.
   "Not right now, no, but we might get separated and I just thought..."
   "Okay, I was worried when I saw your bag earlier."
   "Oh, well, we do need to get going soon," she says.  "You're all packed,
right?"
   "Yeah, we can go anytime."
   "Well, I'm done with the laptops, I just need to finish putting a couple
more of these up."
   Then she holds up a little plastic case of wafer looking devices. 
Inside the plastic is blue foam that separates them into twelve circular
spots.  Looking at it I can see that one slot is empty.
   "Are they microphones?"
   "Actually, yes, but there's also a camera and I've configured a few of
them to randomly WiFi hop and piggy-back off several of your neighbor's, so
the traffic won't be seen on yours.  The slightly increased traffic
probably won't be noticed on their networks, and it leaves your network the
same.  Having extra devices show up might tip off whoever is behind this
and we don't want that or they might not go for the honeypot I've
configured," she says pointing to the computer she's reassembled and
presumably wiped in preparation for her trap.
   "Whoa," I say aloud.  "That's like some kind of spy shit.  Where'd you
-" I cut myself short, because I see Page shaking her head 'no' again. 
"Oh, you can't say..." I wonder when she's going to loop me into her web.
   "I've already put one up in here, but we should cover the front and side
doors," she says, as she gets up and then practically prances off toward
the hall.
   I follow her to the main hall and watch her stick one in the center of
the thermostat which had a direct line of sight to the front door.  If I
didn't know it was there, I would not even see it since it blended in with
the circular temperature gauge.  Then Page walks past me to the kitchen and
places one on the refrigerator brand logo so it has a full view of the side
door.  Back in the office she examines the video streams from both and
there's a third one with us in the frame.
   "What do you think?  Good enough?"
   "Yeah," I say looking at myself, trying to figure out where she's put
the one in here.
   "It's here," she says pointing at the digital clock on the book shelf
that overlooks my desk.
   "This is some fucked up spook shit, where do they get power?"
   "They pick up power from things they're near with coils that expand
outward from the center," she says, as she hands me the case of them to
inspect.
   "The more I see, the less I know who you are."
   Page is giving me a queer smile and says, "Well, we need to pack the car
and go."
   "You have some place in mind?" I ask.
   "We just need a place that isn't too wired up.  Something that's got
electricity and cell reception.  Some place we can have time to analyze
things without any unexpected interruptions..."
   "I don't know why I hadn't already thought of this, but I might actually
have a place we can go to like that.  A buddy of mine has given me access
to his cabin up in Front Royal.  It's in the mountains about an hour west
of here."
   "Sounds like a plan then."
   "I think we might still have some interruptions..." I say hopefully.
   "Only if you're a good boy," she teases me.  "Have you got a backpack or
something we can put these laptops in?" she asks, as she powers them off
and closes the lids.
   "Yeah, I'll get one, you need anything else?"
   "No, I'll just get on my boots and coat."
   Back in my closet I pull down an old back pack.  I stuff one of my
sweaters inside to help cushion the laptops and head back out to the
office, where I find page is all ready to go.  She's zipped her duffel, and
got one of the hard cases in her hand.
   "Where are the keys?" she asks.
   "Hanging by the cabinet," I say pointing.
   She goes to the hall and plucks them off of the hook.  She clicks the
trunk unlock, hands me the keys and heads for the front door.  I put the
back pack on the desk, grab my stuff and follow her out.  We get the first
load in the trunk, close the lid and go back inside.  Inside I grab my
leather coat from the rack and put it on, while Page goes to pack the
laptops.
   "Nice sweater, dude.  But it's not really necessary, these things are
all solid state, even the drives."
   "Oh, well, I might need it anyway, it's getting colder.  Let me carry
those.  You need anything else?"
   "No, we're good to go, I think.  We might need to stop and pick up some
groceries along the way."
   As we get outside, I lock the door and deadbolt it as well.  I open the
trunk to place the backpack there with the other items and we climb in my
A6 Quattro and begin the trip out of town.  The city streets aren't very
busy and we get to the I-495 loop fairly quickly.  Within another ten
minutes I'm merging on to I-66 and we're well under way.
   The snow has been cleared from these roads but is still visible as we
pass through the suburban sprawl and eventually into rural Virginia.  In
just another forty minutes or so, I see the sign for Front Royal.
   "It's just another ten miles."
   "Okay, we should get gas and I want you to do something for me," Page
says oddly.
   "Yeah?"
   "Get off at the next exit and get back on the interstate for the gas
station we just passed."
   "Okay, any particular reason?"
   "Just checking something," she says looking out the back window.
   I do as she's asked and get off at the next exit.  I wait for a big
truck to pass and then merge onto the county road and prepare to get back
on the interstate.  Page is crouched down using the mirror to peep out the
window behind us and has a concerned look upon her face as another car
waits behind us.  As I make the left turn back onto the on ramp, her
concern disappears and she sits forward again.
   At the gas station she gets out saying, "Wait here until they turn the
pump on," and disappears inside.
   After a few moments, the pump activates and I pump exactly twenty bucks
worth of gas into the car and the pump cuts off.
   Page is back at the car and says, "I think we're good." Then climbs in
the car.
   I get back into the car with her and ask, "What's going on?"
   "We're just being cautious."
   Another cold chill runs up my spine as I pull out of the gas station and
head back out on the highway.  Page has her head on a swivel the whole
time, checking mirrors and watching cars near us with and eye of suspicion.
We reach the Front Royal exit and I sort of remember my way to a Martin's
grocery store.  I pull into their parking lot after a couple of wrong turns
and a miss due to being in the wrong lane to make the turn.
   As we get out of the car Page seems a lot more relaxed.  I go to the
trunk and retrieve some cloth sacks for the items we might need.  She takes
my arm as we push a cart from the bin in the parking lot through the
automated front doors.  Inside we pick several fresh items to fix, but I
want to make sure we have some quick meals and I head over to the frozen
section right after we finish there.  We grab some dairy items and finally
head to the register to check out.
   Heading out to the car, we find it is snowing again and we quickly load
the groceries into the trunk.  I feel a little pressure to get through the
winding road to the cabin quickly, but resolve to 'remain calm' and take my
time.  Along the way, I find an icy spot as we cross a bridge.  Page jumps
a little as the car slips a bit before the traction control took over.  We
only have one more of those before we reach the turn off for the cabin,
where the road is a little more covered in snow.
   The road to my buddies cabin comes up behind Skyline Drive, but doesn't
connect to it and the last part is gravel.  The snow had obviously fallen
thicker here than it had in the DC area.  As I start down the road, I
realize getting up the drive would have been nearly impossible without the
all-wheel drive on my A6.  It isn't a great car, but occasionally I
appreciate this feature.  I pull up to the cabin at just about 8:00 PM and
its almost totally dark with the exception of the headlights.
   Page hops out of the car and excitedly packs a snowball to toss at me. I
just stand there and let her hit me.  The snow isn't tightly packed and
just falls from my coat.  As I'm chuckling at this, the lights on the car
timeout and click off.  In the total darkness, I hear her creeping around
behind me and I know she's close, so I click the trunk and unlock buttons
so that the lights in the car come back on.
   "Hey, no fair," she says, as I whirl and catch her.
   We playfully scuffle and suddenly I'm on my back in the snow with Page
standing over me, offering her outstretched hand.  I take it and observe
her smiling in the light coming from the interior of the car for a split
second and then she's gone again as the timer expires.
   "Are you okay?" she asks, as she continues to help me up.
   "Yeah, but did you get the license of that truck?"
   She's giggling at me in the dark, "Let's get our stuff and get inside,
big brother."
   The cloudy sky, moonless night and complete solitude of the location are
making things difficult without some help.  I click the unlock again so we
can get to the trunk and eventually the door.  We each grab a duffel and
one of the gun cases and head to the door.  I punch in the combination on
the door lock and it clicks open.
   Thinking about Gary as I pushed the heavy metal door inward, I remember
him giving me my own combination for the door and how he'd told me to hold
up here anytime I needed to 'get away from it all'.  He owns several 'crash
pads' in various states and a couple with survival bunkers.  I'd been to
this place a couple times now and it'd always felt safe.  The guest room
and master bedroom are nearly identical, although I suspect he probably had
some tweaks put in somewhere.  He was the one who'd invited me to go
fishing for silvers in Alaska.  Those four months seem like a lifetime ago
at this surreal moment.
   Gary had invited me to go with him to Louisiana for his annual hunting
trip while we'd been in Alaska.  I'd declined at the time thinking I be
getting ready for my new term, but now, I was using the information to help
our situation.  The timing of his trip left this place available.  Earlier
at my flat I'd decided in a flash that Page and I could use this remote
location safely.
   Inside Page flips the light switch at the door and indirect lighting
comes on, giving the large entry room a nice glow.  I follow her inside and
we place our bags inside the guest bedroom door.  As I return to get the
remainder of the items from the car, I flip on the front porch light.  Back
at the trunk I gather a backpack with the two laptops and one of the sacks
of groceries.  Page grabs the other two, closes the trunk and follows me
back inside the house.
   "For a cabin, it's kind of high tech inside," Page observes, as I close
the door.
   "Yeah.  My buddy, Gary, is a bit of an eccentric recluse.  His dad
helped fund my first political campaign."
   "Where'd you meet him?"
   "We met in college; he was kind of cool.  We were taking all the same
classes plus I liked hanging out and listening to his latest tinfoil-hat
theories.  I guess that's why he claimed me as one of his few friends."
   "Oh?  What kind of conspiracy theories were those?"
   "Well, come to think of it, what's been happening to me - uh - or us
lately, would be right up his alley."
   I put the backpack beside a long table that served as a desk but had no
drawers and headed to the kitchen with the grocery sack.  "The kitchen is
in here," I say, as I flip on the light.
   Page comes in right behind me and plops the two sacks she's carrying on
another long wooden table and starts unpacking them.  While she's putting
things away, I look for the thermostat.  It isn't bitter cold, but it's a
bit nippy.  I locate it back in the main room and set the temperature to 22
C.  Gary's use of metric still confuses me, I only know a few key numbers
in metric, like room temperature.
   Back in the kitchen I help put away the rest of the items.  We've got
some fresh stuff, but I'd insisted on getting several frozen food items so
we could have a quick meal if need be.  As I'm putting away the last of the
frozen food, I hold out two pot pies since I am already feeling tired from
the drive.  I crack open the side flap and place the whole boxes into the
microwave for fifteen minutes.  While I wait for those to cook, I take
advantage of the nice automated espresso machine Gary has.  Once I have it
full with fresh coffee beans we got from the store and fresh spring water
from the tap, I turn it on.
   "You want an espresso with cream?"
   "Sure if you're buying," she replies from her seat at the table.
   I make her a double espresso and pour in some half and half when it's
done and hand it to her.  I add cream to my cup and start the next one. 
Page has her coat pulled tight and is taking a sip.
   "Mmmm, this is good," she says, with a smile forming.
   My cup finishes and I join her at the table, saying, "Just a little
longer on the pot pies.  Sorry it's nothing fancy, we can do a nicer meal
tomorrow."
   "It's fine, the place is amazing really and kind of romantic; don't you
think?" she asks, as she takes my hand and looks around the kitchen.
   "Yeah, not bad for free, right?"
   Her little fingers are tracing over mine and it reminds me of when she'd
been smaller.  She'd always compared her tiny hands with mine.  Now her
hands are larger, but they're still a bit smaller than mine.  I'm feeling a
bit deprived of her company from when our parents split up.  I fully
realize I wouldn't have gotten to watch her grow up much more since I would
have still gone to college, but I feel like things might have been
different.
   "Where are you?" she asks, picking my hand up and placing hers in it.
   "Right here with you," I say.
   I take a sip of my espresso with cream and the bell on the microwave
dings.  Page hops up and gets two saucers from the cabinet.  I guess she's
peeked in all the cupboards by now.  Opening the microwave, I can see the
steam coming out of the boxes.  Carefully, I grab one and dump the pie pan
from the box into the saucer she's set on the counter and repeat the
process with the next.  Page has already got two forks at the table and I
bring over the saucers.
   "We should let these cool for a couple minutes," I say.
   "Yeah, I should check on the phone reception," she says, as she heads
out of the kitchen.
   I had nearly forgotten about that, in our rush to vacate the condo, I
had been focused on getting here.  Now, I don't really have much of a plan,
but Page is all about the details and following up.  Taking another long
swig of the espresso, I then will myself out of my seat, shuffle my coat
off as the furnace is finally bringing up the temperature and go to join
her in the front room.
   She's got her phone out and it is connected to the laptop.  I am trying
to figure out what she's up to when I see video from the cameras on her
screen.
   "Is that live?"
   "Yep.  They have infrared," she answers my next question before I ask
it.
   "Oh, good, I thought we'd left the lights on..."
   "Nope.  There's no one in your condo and there aren't any events
recorded after we left, so all is good on that front.  Now, this is
interesting though," she says as there is activity in a command window. 
She opens another one and begins typing away.  "I think we've already got
someone going for the honeypot."
   "Jeez, that was quick.  I wonder what they're after."
   "We'll get to the bottom of it.  If the hacker takes the bait, we might
even get a photo grab back from their laptop.  Well, I mean if they are
using one and don't have the camera covered," she says pointing at the
sticky 'sign here' note covering hers.
   "I've been wondering why you had that."
   "I'm paranoid and don't take it off unless I'm sure that the connection
is secure," she says, as she stands up.  "I actually disable mine, but
that's easily undone."
   "Here, let me take your coat, it's getting warmer now."
   She turns her back and allows me to remove it.  I take them both to the
front door and hang them on some hooks there.
   As we head back into the kitchen I say, "You know you're going to have
to show me how to use the laptop at some point."
   "It's just like your computer, Ryan."
   "But I just turn my computer on and there are things for me to use. 
That stuff on your screen is all Greek to me."
   "Oh, well, that's just the VM I'm running.  Sorry, yes, I'll have to
show you how you start the VM of your system on your new laptop."
   "VM is virtual -"
   "machine," she says filling my pause.
   Sitting at the table, we start to eat our now slightly cooled pies. 
Page is taking her eating a little slower tonight and I find myself staring
at the tight nipples poking through her tight blue long-sleeve shirt.  Page
notices and pretends to cover with her free hand while getting another
forkful of pie.
   "Your incorrigible; you know?" she teases.
   "You've been encouraging me since nearly the moment you arrived," I say
defensively.
   Page laughs at me and lowers her hand.  "You can have them anytime you
like."
   "So how about right after dinner and then again before bed?"
   "Incorrigible."
   "I guess, but you don't seem to mind."
   She sips her espresso with cream while looking at me seductively. 
Suddenly, I feel her warm silky sock in my groin.
   "See, encouragement," I say, as if that proves my point.
   Straining to resist her advances I'm now the one wolfing down my meal.
She continues kneading me with her toes, while she slowly savors each bite
as our roles have reversed.  My free hand is rubbing her ankle and calf
trying not to disturb her.
   "What's your rush, Ry?"
   "No rush," I say, as I take the last bite of my pot pie.  "I'm just
particularly hungry tonight and I think I see some dessert.  "
   "I guess maybe you've earned some," she says, as she continues her
lovely seduction with her toes.  "I'll need to check the analysis of your
files after dinner, but after that..."
   My cock has grown down the leg of my boxers and she is mercilessly
working the edge of her foot along its length.  She has an angelic look on
her face that gives no indication of her activities.  I make a mental note
not to play poker with her.  She takes her last bite and finally puts her
foot back in her boot.
   "Okay, I'll do these dishes real quick while you check on the files," I
say, taking our two bowls.
   She picks up her cup and takes it with her to the main room.  I get some
soap from under the sink and wash the two bowls and forks by hand, then dry
them and put them back in the drawer and cupboard where they belong. 
Feeling the need to relieve some pressure I head to the bedroom for a quick
trip to the bathroom.
   Along the way, I grab our bags and cases.  I put the bags on the travel
rack and the cases underneath.  The rack is conveniently accessible from
the bathroom side of the nicely made queen size bed.  The whole place has
been made ready for use, since Gary is very picky about making sure guests
are welcome.
   In the bathroom, I empty my bladder but hear Page saying something from
the front room, although I can't make it out.
   "I'll be right out," I shout.
   "Oh, here you are," she says from the doorway.
   I finish up and ask, "What were you saying?"
   "Oh, I just wondered where you were.  I looked out front when I turned
off the porch light.  It's really snowing out there and the wind has really
started to pick up."
   "We'll be okay, we've got supplies."
   "Yeah, I just got worried after I tried to get online."
   "Oh, so, um - there wasn't anything -"
   "No, I couldn't really check, but I'm running another script against the
files I've isolated.  We should know something by morning."
   Entering the bedroom, I sit on the bed and remove my shoes and lean back
on my elbows.  Page sits beside me places her phone on the bedside table
and snuggles against me.  I can feel her heart racing and wonder what was
going on with her.  I put my arm around her while we lounge.
   After a few minutes she finally asks, "So, do you still want your
dessert?"
   I wonder if she'd been working up to that or waiting for me to initiate
or maybe even just enjoying cuddling with me.
   "I would love some."
   "Would you undress me?" she asks, lying flat on the bed.
   I have to chuckle because it feels like this is another game.  I kneel
at Page's feet and remove her 'ever-untied' boots and place them beside
mine at the night table.  I tickle her dainty feet through the silky socks
she's wearing and she jerks them back a little, but instantly returns them
for more tickling.  I oblige for a while and then caress her whole foot,
paying close attention to the arch where I brush the back of my hands into
the curve.
   "That's so nice," she purrs.
   Her encouragement eggs me onward and I stroke up the length of the socks
to her calves and slowly remove one silky sock at a time.  Her cute little
toes have a coat of hot red nail polish that is probably a week old, since
it's grown away from the cuticle just a bit.  I give them an inspecting
sniff only to find the odor not overpowering or even unpleasant.  Playfully
I take her right pinky toe into my mouth and suck it softly.  It's not
something I've ever done, but tonight with Page, I feel a little
experimental.  It's like everything with her is new and undiscovered.  I
swirl my tongue out into the bend of the toe and she giggles.
   "You need to behave," I say to her, as I crawl up onto the bed like a
cat.
   On my knees, I straddle her lower legs so my hands are free to run along
her sides at her midsection.  She is looking at me with rapt anticipation
as I slowly hook my thumbs under her shirt tail and begin moving it upward
to expose her navel.  My head drops to allow my tongue to play with her
belly button charm and her hands find my hair.  I lick and kiss my way
further up as I continue to raise her tight shirt above her breasts.
   In the store this had been the first blouse she'd modeled for me,
although in the store she'd had on a bra.  I remembered how cute she'd
looked then and how hot she'd looked outside my bathroom as she'd promised
me I could have more of her breasts later as she'd pulled her shirt over
them.  As I gaze on them now, I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame. 
My mouth inches forward slowly until I have her right breast available and
I suck lightly around the entire aureola.  Pulling my mouth back her nipple
elongates a little further and I release it with a pop.  Page raises her
arms higher now, clearly encouraging me to remove the shirt altogether but
I linger to take the pierced left nipple into my mouth.
   "Ooo, mmmm, yeah," she breathes, as I tweak around the star gently with
my teeth.
   I push the shirt higher until it is above her face.  Her long hair and
arms still contained, I move up to kiss her tenderly on her lips, cheeks
and forehead.  Finally, I remove it from beneath her and take it off her
arms.  I discard it from the bed without any attention to where I am
throwing it.
   Her breathing quickens as I draw my attention to her jeans.  My hands on
her hips, now, my fingers trace downward along the lines between her
lightly muscled abs toward her pubic region and the button of her jeans. 
Page squirms playfully as the light touch tickles her.  Air from the
heating system kicks on and the cool air spills out upon us momentarily. 
The brief chill tightens her nipples and raises goosebumps on her exposed
skin.  Working gently, I undo the top button and move my fingers to unzip
them.  Parting the opening, exposes her sexy black panties and I inch the
jeans a bit further.  I look at her face to check that she's going to
cooperate.  Instinctively, Page lifts herself slightly so I can continue
removing them.  Stepping back onto the floor, I complete the removal and
toss them aside as well.
   Returning my attention to her panties I give her a sniff through them as
I bury my nose there for several moments before proceeding.  Her breath
stiffens when my fingers hook through the material and begin pulling them
downward.  She lifts again slightly to allow me to fully remove them from
her.  I hold them to my nose so she can watch as I smell her scent and gaze
on at the sight of Page's fully engorged clit.  The sight of her wetness
excites me; making me desire to have it in my mouth.
   Page seems to anticipate my thoughts and opens her legs a bit, inviting
me to partake of her.  There is a hint of glee in her eyes as I move to her
neatly waxed mons and begin softly licking her.  Taking my time I know I'm
teasing her, but it feels like part of the game we're playing.  When I
finally plunge my tongue inside she emits a little yelp.  I continue
licking and slurping at her as my hands roam to her breasts again.  They
are soft yet firm in my grasp.  As I tweak both her nipples at the same
time, I feel her hips beginning to buck and I latch on to her sucking her
lips between mine.
   "Oooo gawd - ohh God - oh fuck."
   Page trembles beneath my mouth and I feel her settle back onto the bed.
Then she raises up to her elbows to look at me and says a line like she's
rehearsed it her whole life.
   "Why would I let you lick my pudding, if you won't let me eat your
meat?"
   I smile at her play on words, but wonder where she'd even heard that old
Pink Floyd song.
   "Did you ask?"
   "Oh, um no; I guess not.  Won't you let me?"
   "Let you what?"
   "Meany."
   I stand up next to the bed smiling a big broad grin and she scoots to
the edge looking up at me adorably.
   "Can I help you with these?" she asks grabbing my belt and not really
waiting for my reply.
   "Sure."
   She begins unbuckling it quickly and moves on to undo the button and
zipper.  In moments she's pulling them down with the boxers too.  It occurs
to me that it is the opposite of my approach, kind of like how she'd eaten
quickly during those first two meals I'd observed.  I help her by stepping
free of the jeans, and she's already got me in her mouth, while unbuttoning
my flannel shirt.  It's kind of impressive, sucking and bobbing, all the
while gazing up at me for the next button.  Soon she's pulling it off my
shoulders which requires her to disengage momentarily.
   Free of my shirt and pants I presume I'll join her on the bed to
sixty-nine one another, as she'd sort of implied, but Page reengages my
cock and is hungrily sucking me with her eyes now closed.  Her right hand
is helping her hold me and her left one is working her clit and slit
furiously.  I'm kind of in a quandary about what to do.  She seems almost
as if she is in a trance and I'm really enjoying both watching and
receiving her gift.  I'd really liked her suggestion of mutual oral, so I
wait a while, but she was bringing me ever closer and when I began to feel
that tingle, I finally interrupt.
   "I thought you wanted to have me lick your pudding too."
   Her trance breaks and she looks up with the most naughtily angelic face,
saying, "You were pretty close, huh?"
   "Yes, you know I was." I lie on the bed beside her and encourage her to
me.  "Come here, you."
   "Is this what you want, Ry?" she asks giggling at me as she obliges by
jumping upon me such that her beautiful vagina is right above my mouth.
   I give her a quick lick.  "Isn't it what you wanted?" I ask and resume
licking and tonguing her mercilessly.
   "Oooo - yes - mmmmm," she says as she takes me back into her mouth.
   This time however, her action on my throbbing cock is much slower.  She
starts humming while she sucks me and begins gently rocking back and forth
and even side to side as I lick and suck her from this new angle.  It
reminds me of a cat circling a spot to lie down.  Most likely she can't
quite decide where she wants me to lick more and the freedom of this new
position allows her to explore what she likes.  For my part, I just try to
keep up with what's in front of me and while my hands are on her hips, I'm
not directing her, just using the leverage occasionally to lift my head and
lick more forcefully.
   Page seems to find the spot she wants licked most, so she squats lower
pressing her pierced clit forward into my mouth and I gladly accept.  The
tip of my tongue plays over the little barb while Page increases her
sucking on me.  I can feel her tensing, her legs beginning to tremble and
her pelvis rock slightly as her impending climax approaches.  I sense both
of her hands gripping me to aid in attempting to jack me off into her mouth
as she begins to cum, but I resist and just keep eating her.  She tries to
stifle her words and a series of guttural humming is interrupted by words.
   "Oh, you.  You - aren't - ffffffawk - you're - not playing - fair!"
   I answer her accusation by pulling her down by her hips while sticking
my tongue into her.  Repeating the action again and again.  Raising and
lowering her so my tongue slips into her and licks her clit on its way out.
   "Oh god - oh Ryan - oh fuck!  That's it!  Oh stop!  No, no don't - don't
stop!" she screams.
   Ignoring her conflicting requests, I rely on her body to tell me what
she wants.  She's aiding me with the raising and lowering of herself onto
my tongue now and I'm just there for her.  My hands now free to roam, I
find her breasts and grope her softly.  Her nipples are tight and a light
perspiration is developing in her excitement.  My tongue is a bathe in her
juice and my saliva and I'm in heaven.
   "Mmmm, you're so fucking going to pay for this!" she says as she tumbles
over the edge and goes into full climax.  "Oh fuck yeah, you lick it!"
   She presses herself onto my face, covering me in more of her nectar
while she just quivers.  I'm licking her with everything I've got and
realize my tongue is bordering on cramping when she finally settles.  She
begins to jerk me with her hand and then decides that's not how she's going
to make me pay.
   "Yeah, you're gonna pay mister," she says as she dismounts my face and
repositions herself on top of me.  "You like to play games, too; don't
you?" she asks, as she teases my cock head into herself and back out.
   "Um - I just wanted my dessert," I say, playing along.  "It was very
tasty and I know you made it special for me."
   "You, little -" she cuts herself short as my hips jerked upward and
impaled her for a moment.  "Ungh!  Fucker!"
   She's lost and I see the lust in her eyes.  She can't decide if she's
just going to fuck me senseless or exact some revenge for making her come
so hard.
   "You just lay there and see," she says.  "I'm going to - make - you -
squirt - inside - me!"
   "Please do."
   Page puts her hands on my chest and begins the most adorable grinding
motion I've ever seen.  I hadn't had a ton of experience, but I had a few
relationships.  Her abdomen remained mostly still while she undulated her
pelvis on me at an astonishing rate.  Her total control of me is
exhilarating but I try to resist and she's not having it.
   "No you don't," she says, moving her hands to my sides and presses her
left breast in my face.
   Her undulations continue, perhaps even quickening, as I take the star
and nipple and suck them lightly.  I'm not sure how long I can last and
want her to slow a bit, so I nibble gently around the star while licking my
tongue across the protruding nipple.
   "Oh fuck, you're cheating again," she says and sits back up.
   "You seemed to like it though."
   "Are you going to come for me, Ryan?  Don't you like squirting inside
me? Fucking -"
   I grab her hips and force her downward onto me repeatedly now, my drive
to finish sparked by her words.  I pull her pelvis forward and push her
back in a motion that slides her back and forth so my cock bends backward
and contacts her clit with each stroke.
   "Ungh - that's it, cum inside me!  Make me cum on you, you better play
fair," she says, now aiding me in the grinding motion I crave.
   "Oh, yeah...." I sigh at last.  "Come on, cum on my dick now," I
command. "Ima shoot - it's coming - hhuh - oh - fuck."
   "Yeah, you cum in me - I'm - cumming - oh fuck - ung - ung.  Yes!  Yes.
Fuck yesssssss..."
   "Ohhhh yeah, take it..."
   Blast after blast, shoots inside her womb.  I feel her contracting
around my cock as she collapses on top of me.  Enraptured with her, I hold
her tightly as my spasms subside.
   "I hope you've learned your lesson, mister."
   "Definitely..." I tease back.  "That was so freaking good, Page."
   "I don't know what you do to me; you make me crazy."
   "In a good way, though, right?" I say, stealing her words.
   "Yeah," she giggles.  "In a good way."
   We lay there together for the longest time.  She's so light, there was
no need for her to move.  I find myself stroking her long hair and
caressing her sides.  Page just seems to enjoy the closeness.  After a
time, she does climb off of course.
   "It's my turn to pee," she says heading off to the bathroom.
   I hear her using the can and feel my tired eyes beginning to close... 
Motion in the bed brings me back to my senses as she climbs in and scoots
her butt up against me.  Exhausted, I hug her in a close spooning that
gives my left hand access to her breast.  What seems like only a few
moments later, I feel her moving restlessly.  I put my arm around her to
stroke her bare skin gently.  She settles for a time and I drift back
off...
   Awakening from my slumber some time later, I see that Page has gotten
her laptop.  She's studying the screen intently where she sits against the
headboard next to me.  She's still nude and I feel myself beginning to doze
again with the dim light of the lamp on the night table.  The tensions of
the week feels like weights on my eyelids.  I find myself waking
periodically to nuzzle closer to Page but don't fully wake as I'm in and
out of sleep.  She's still looking over results on her laptop and
periodically shifts to check her phone.  I'm just barely aware of her
movements.
   There is movement beside me again and I realize she's turned the light
off to snuggle up behind me.  Sleep drags me away as I dream of our first
encounter in a blur of visions that combine with our activities over the
past few days.
   Around midnight Page's phone chirps.  I hear it and feel her move away
from me as she reaches for it on the bedside table.
   "I think we've got signal again, although it's only 1X not 3 or 4G.  And
we might have something too."
   "Oh, yeah?  What is it?" I say rousing myself and sitting up to look.
   "Regard our adversary," she proclaims, as we both gaze upon the phone
waiting for the picture to be slowly rendered.  When it finally finishes,
page exclaims, "I'm pretty sure I know her - well, her hacker handle,
bpodq!"
   "Wow, she's hot for a hacker."
   "I guess, if you go for straight up evil blond Russian hacker babes... "
Page, pinches me under the covers.
   "Ouch.  Of course, you're hotter."
   "Yeah, nice try."
   "You're my first hacker babe," I continue to try and cover my slip.
   "Better be your last," she said with another pinch, that was harder than
the last.
   As we continue to lie there together, I suddenly feel awake like I
haven't been in months.  The playful banter is making me all hard again,
but her last statement has me dwelling on the nature of our relationship.
So, I finally decide to press her a little about the question that's been
bouncing around in the back of my mind for the last couple of days.
   "Page?"
   "Yes?"
   "What are we doing?  Is this just sex?"
   She puts her phone back on the bedside table and turns toward me. 
Softly, she places her hands on either side of my face.  "Ryan, I want you
to listen to me."
   "Okay, you have my undivided attention."
   "I'm in love with you."
   "But why?  Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining.  I'm just concerned
and I'd never want to hurt you.  What's brought all of this?"
   "Well, it's a lot of things really.  I missed you terribly after Mom and
Dad split up."
   "Yeah, but you were like nine..."
   "Yes, but you were actually the only one that ever interacted with me
then.  Mom and Dad were always busy, I didn't have any friends and you were
there.  You didn't just babysit me, you took an interest in what I was
doing.  When Dad moved us out to Cali, it was like I'd lost my best
friend."
   "Okay, but that doesn't turn into this..."
   "No, that happened last year, mostly.  When that tramp Natalie, got all
fired up about my bra being mixed in her laundry, I almost lost it on that
cold bitch.  That's when I realized I was jealous."
   "Jealous?  Jeez, I never noticed..."
   "No, and that made me sad, so I tried to ignore those feelings.  After I
went home, I started dating Carl to try and get over you."
   "I didn't even know you were seeing anyone until you told me."
   "He is older than you."
   "How'd you end up dating someone like that?"
   "Well, I wasn't really dating him like I'd thought.  He works for Dad
and evidently, I was just his beard."
   "What?"
   "He's Dad's top.  I don't want to go into all the details, but you were
actually my first."
   I'm lying there, flabbergasted...  "Dad's gay?" It feels like a heavy
weight has been set upon my chest and I can't really take in everything...
"Wait, what?  You were a virgin that night you arrived and we -"
   "Well, sort of a virgin.  I'd given blow jobs and I had dildos..."
   "I'm such an idiot, I had no idea you were a virgin.  I'm so sorry.  Did
I initiate things that first night?"
   "Oh, um well, hmm, yes and no..." she says, thinking about it.  "I
crawled into bed with you because I couldn't sleep; I guess I was still on
Pacific time.  But you snuggled up to me so nicely.  You were all nude and
warm pressed against me.  I could feel how hard it was and you kept moaning
my name over and over..."
   "Just fuck.  I'm very sorry; those sleeping aids had me really messed up
but I shouldn't have -"
   "No, no, no, Ry!  I don't want you to apologize to me."
   "It's all mixed up in my head, I think I was having a naughty dream
about you at some point, but then it was like you were there."
   "Look it's really okay.  I'd initially come to your bed for comfort, but
once we were snuggled together; all those lusty feelings I'd had last
summer came rushing back.  After a few minutes lying there, I was so hot
and wet that I couldn't stop myself.  I couldn't get stripped fast enough
and when I climbed on top of you - well - it just slipped right inside me."
   "I swear, Page, I didn't even know if it had really occurred until it
happened again last night."
   "Are you regretting that it happened?" she asks, as her hands now clasp
my face and she stares directly into my eyes, anxiously studying my
response.
   Suddenly realizing her words have not even the slightest hint of regret,
I reply as forcefully as I can, "Never, Page.  I don't quite understand how
it's all happened, but I'm in love with you, too."
   Abruptly, Page is kissing me and my lips melt into hers.  I don't know
if I realized that I was in love with her until I just said it aloud.  The
love I feel toward her is inexplicable but right this moment I can't
imagine myself with any other person in the world.  Honestly, I don't
understand what events have happened to bring me such happiness, but I
don't care as long as I have her.  My hands are in her hair and hers are in
mine as we just kiss one another softly.
   She breaks the kiss and breathily asks, "Ryan?"
   "Yes?"
   "You really are; aren't you?"
   "In love with you?  Yes.  Madly."
   "Good, could you make love to me again, please."
   No games this time just a soft loving embrace between two adoring souls.
Hidden away in a cabin during a snowstorm, we begin making love softly
beneath the warmth of the covers.  Page guides me into her as we lie next
to one another, our legs scissoring together.
   I find myself wondering how Page could be so perfect a lover when she'd
been a virgin just days ago.  Her body mirrors my actions in perfect
synchronization as we compel one another into bliss.  Soft kisses and
caresses continue throughout our love making.  Our climaxes are less
tumultuous but they are sweet and comforting.
   "I love you, Page."
   "I love you, Ryan."
   What seems like a short time later, there is a buzzing vibration beneath
our bed that awakens us with a start.  I open my eyes to see a dim text
projection on the ceiling:
Alert: Intruder on the porch
Another low level light becomes visible and I notice that the bed base
has actually moved several feet to expose a hatch that is opening.  Looking
toward the bathroom, I notice the light is coming from the open hole.  It
is providing just enough to see by when it is fully open.
   "Look," Page whispers, as she grabs my arm and draws my attention back
to a timer that appears where the intruder warning had been projected on
the ceiling.
00:30
   Then it starts counting down.  00:29, 00:28 ...
   "Shit Page, grab the gun cases; I think it's going to close," I say as I
grab the duffel bags.
   "You get them, I've got to get the laptops," she says as she hops off
the bottom of the bed and rushes to stuff her laptop back into the bag with
mine, which I haven't even opened yet.
00:25
   I toss my duffel bag and hers into the hole.
00:20
I grab the two gun cases by the door and drop them in gently trying to
aim for the bags that lay at the bottom.
00:12
Page is finally finished and hoists the backpack on her back.  She grabs
her phone from the night table and climbs into the hole and down the #10
rebar steps.
   A soft pinging tone startles me and I look at the timer on the ceiling
which is blinking 00:09 as I begin my silent descent following page.  As I
reach the cushioned bottom, I hear the hatch closing and some vibration I
expect is the bed returning to its spot.  In the room we find ourselves in
what appears to be an old cargo container, but the hole through which we
had entered was concrete.  A loud locking mechanism echoes down the hole
and a touch panel on the wall by the ladder comes on with the word
'Secure'. There are a three monitors that click to life and display the
front porch, the back stoop outside the kitchen door, and a wide angle of
the main room.  Beneath the central screen is a panel lit by low level
light which shows a diagram of the house, each window and door indicated by
a green LED.
   "Tin-foil-hat or not, Gary has some fucking serious counter measures," I
say, as the lights dim and only the monitors and panel provide any real
light.
   In the dark, Page quietly asks, "Do you think he'd sell us this place?"
   "I don't know," I say, in as much awe as she seems to be.
   The picture on the wide angle view monitor flicks to the master bed room
and every few seconds, it changes to a new room.  The view of the two
exterior doors remains the same.  As I look at the outer two monitors, I
don't see anyone on the infrared.  I presume neither of the doors has been
opened or any of the windows, since all of the LEDs stay green.
   A phone on the wall blinks red LEDs and I move to pick it up.
   "Hello?"
   "Who's speaking?"
   "You first."
   "Give me your code."
   "How do I know you won't use it to get in?"
   "Is that you, Ryan?"
   "Yeah, Gary, we seem to be in your bunker," I say, realizing I've just
told him I'm not alone.
   "I'm not seeing anything on the monitors, it might be a false alarm. 
Are you okay?"
   "I'm okay, but I don't know if I'm safe," I try to cover my previous
mistake.
   "Tell me you brought your gun down."
   "Yes, I have them."
   "Good!  Feel free to make the outdoor cameras switch, the monitors are
touchscreen," he says, as the one that had shown the back door changes to a
view of my A6 covered with snow and then to a panel of nine outdoor views.
   "Okay."
   "Take out your gun and shoot if someone somehow makes it through that
hatch.  I need to check into some more things."
   "Alright."
   "Hold fast, I'll call back in less than five minutes."
   I hear the line click dead and I hang up.  Then I look around on the
floor and open one of the hard cases.  I pick up the Glock and slide a clip
into the hand grip until it clicks.
   "What did he say?" Page asks.
   "He said he'd call back," I say, gazing at her excited nude body in the
dim light.
   To be continued.
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