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younger sisters lives.
    The boldly gorgeous Frances -Cece- had a wild, fiery streak in her that led her away from him, led her to rebel. Chas didn't like that at all. Hannah, the sweet pretty younger sister, was a meek and obedient girl who suffered her brother's meddling with restraint. She truly believed that Chas spoke for her parents' interests for her.
    What had piqued his interest in one Charles Robbe was his newly formed relationship with the Oetler heiress. Saundra Oetler-Milhouse was an angry soon-to-be divorcee that maligned her husband to anyone who would listen. That had started only a few weeks after the birth of their precious daughter. Apparently the very chivalrous Everett Milburn did not want to go against the doctor's orders when it came to his wife's health, when she did.
    She told people that he liked to be beaten and tied up. He liked whips and paddles, anal play and being dominated. The rumors were vicious and ugly.
    And utterly true.
    Now that she was done with Everett, Chas seemed more than happy to have her in his arms. Though it was a real question how long that was going to last if Charles didn't agree to take her to bed. That was the harpy's problem-- she was insatiable in bed, but didn't want to help her partner keep her happy. Chas didn't know what he was getting into with the vindictive woman.
    He would keep an eye on both of these men. He was fascinated by them.
    For now, there was nothing more to be seen here. There was work to be done, but that would come later.
    He headed down the hall and out to the parking lot where his car was waiting. He drove across the town to the small house that he wanted to desperately to move into. He pulled out the key, and let himself into the living room.
    “I was wondering when you would get here,” came a voice from the kitchen.
    The object of his desires walked out of the kitchen wearing and apron and nothing else. And the apron barely hid what shouldn't been shown.
    “Sorry,” he said, walking over to the delicious cook standing there. “I was just checking some things before I came over. Party was uneventful. Clearly the after party is where I want to be.”
    “I'd hope so. Do you like?”
    He watched as the mostly naked man turned himself around once. He smiled.
    “Hunk, I'll take you anyway I can get you.”
    “Is this ever going to be over?” the Hunk asked.
    “Yes, yes,” he said, stroking his cheek gently. “Soon. I swear. Everything is going to come to a head soon and I can stop pretending.” He leaned in close and could smell the Hunk's aftershave mingling with his desire. “You know I hate pretending. I hate that I can't come out yet; I want nothing more than to spend my life with you, in your arms, building a family together.”
    “I know,” the Hunk answered. “I am here for you, lover. I will wait until this is over.”
    “I feel so fake,” the Watcher said.
    “Because you are acting,” the Hunk said. “Soon enough. And I know what you are doing is good, and that all of this has a bigger purpose. If you're right...” he let the statement trail off. “You have a big heart, one of the many things I love about you.”
    The Watcher smirked and untied the apron. He wrapped his hand around the Hunk's engorged cock and pumped slowly. “And this is one of the things I love about you.”
    “The dinner is going to burn if you don't let go.”
    “Fuck dinner,” he said. “Better still, fuck you. In the bedroom.”
    The Hunk flipped off the burner.
     
     
     

Chapter Two:
     
     
     
    “Good morning, Miss Robbe,” came a familiar voice.
    Cece looked up and found Everett standing there, and a quick smile passed across her face. “Well, good morning Mister Milhouse. Is it research day already?”
    “Yes, ma'am,” he said. “I have a list of books I'm going to need today. Do you have time to assist me? I'd like to get down to business as soon as possible.”
    “I think I can do that.” Cece stood . “Vanessa?”
    “Yeah,