I sincerely apologize for the time it got me to write this one. Hopefully it will not take me too long to write the next chapter.
Also, nothing is mine but the story. ABC owns this world and they are doing a crappy work don't you think? lol
Henry's plan is on!
There are a few advantages of being the mayor's only son, for instance buying surveillance cameras and a lot of equipment that would make any decent hacker out there jealous and having not a single person asking you why.
Two weeks passed since he discovered the little secret shared between his parents and his grandfather. It took him a whole week to watch every video and check every picture. He found out that David has a particular preference for leather, whips, handcuffs and anal sex. Emma really likes the outdoors, mainly the forest and the alley right outside the building where they live and her parents' bed as well. Neal prefers to engage and please the other two; it was pretty weird to see him riding David's cock so many times or that one particular set of pictures of Emma pushing a generously big dildo up his ass. Oh, and he has an oral fixation problem (or not, Henry thinks it's not a problem at all).
And as he was unveiling every piece of secret, Henry started to outline and break down every detail of his plan. It wasn't an infallible plan and he knew this could end badly for him, but he was willing to try and squeeze his way inside this little sex group they have, especially because of Emma. Goddammit, he knew he wanted her from the very first picture he saw and the very first video he watched. He wants her so much he actually aches every time he sets his eyes on her now.
Henry sits on his chair, hidden in the shadows of his room and smirks at every piece of gear spread on his bed. He's finally ready to put his plan on motion; he can't wait to take advantage of David, Emma and maybe Neal. He's not sure yet about his father, but it doesn't matter, not now.
The following days the sweet young man so loved by everyone in town installed the smallest cameras he could afford at the station, at the loft and at the car's dashboard, this one disguised as a little eagle having a camera at one of its eyes and another at the tip of its tail, which means Henry was going to watch them at all times.
It took him a couple of days to set up the small room in the basement of the mansion where he would not only watch, but record everything. He was beyond excited and realized he had to learn how to control his emotions and reactions so that he would not give himself up. He was also a bit creeped out with himself because he is very aware of the fact that this is stalking, but damn he be in hell if he would let this opportunity go, so he pushed any guilty to the back of his head and proceeded as planned.
And right now, as he stares at his computer screen, Henry has a wicked smile on his face as he types the first message to his grandpa. This is going to be good!
"Emma, can we talk in private, please?"
She looks up at her father with concern when she sees how worried he is. David is holding his laptop like his life depends on it. Henry makes no mention to move and manages to pass the impression he hasn't heard David talking to his mother.
He is in the fourth day of "Operation Family Sex" when the chains finally start to move. 10 minutes earlier, he casually saw David's face go completely pale when he finally realized the messages dropping in his inbox weren't a joke.
"Sure," she gets up from her chair, glancing at a very distracted Henry who seems to be absolutely engrossed in whatever he is doing on his phone, heading to the small Sheriff's office she never uses.
David is nervously running his hand up and down his jeans after he places his laptop on the desk. Henry smirks and plugs his earphone into his ear, hitting the button on his laptop to listen to their whispered conversation.
"Have you been receiving some weird e-mail messages lately?"
"Uh, no, I haven't," she replies with concern in her eyes. "What's happening, David?"
"This is happening," David opens a file with two nervous clicks and moments later Henry's hears Emma's gasp of surprise.
"How… I don't understand this. We stopped with the videos, what is this?"
"The problem isn't the video in itself," David whispers urgently. He looks back and decides to close the blinds shut. When he's done, he pulls a chair to sit by her side, shuffling with some paper on the way out of pure nervousness.
Henry is now looking across the room, casually listening to his grandfather's panicked voice when he starts rumbling about these messages that started showing up in his inbox on Monday morning. He tells her about the content, saying that whoever sent them wrote one single phrase.
Initially he didn't give much thought to it thinking it to be a mistaken message or something, but they kept coming and the only thing written on it was I know what you are doing. It never occurred to him that those messages were correctly sent to him, but what made his stomach twist on a knot and his heart sink to the floor was the last message that's arrived in the middle of the night.
"Let me see it again," Henry hears her tapping at the keyboard and seconds later the soft moans fill up his ears. He closes his eyes to have a clear view of the video he rather surprisingly recorded on Sunday night.
It was past 10 P.M. and it's usually a dead hour when everyone is at home watching TV or doing something else. At the station, though, David and Emma decided it was time to have a bit of fun to help pass the time.
At first she sat on his lap, her back to the camera installed on the right side of the cells close to the ceiling, her lips ghosting over David's as she buried her hands in his hair, massaging his scalp, making him moan deep in his throat when she gyrated her hips against his growing bulge, teasing him over and over before fusing their mouths together, rubbing herself against his jeans.
David's hands ran up her back, reaching her front to unbutton her shirt. She was wearing a small black laced bra and her generous breasts were spilling out of them with each ministration of his hands after she broke the kiss. She tossed her head back, groaning loud, and grinding more firmly against his front, feeling him hard and ready under his clothes.
She got up from his lap, discarding her shirt and bra and kneeling in front of him, hands fumbling with his belt before she was pulling his pants down, taking his cock in her hand and giving it a few pumps, loving the way he throbbed in her hand.
She took him into her mouth, lazily sucking him from base to tip, playing with his heavy balls before she licked both until his bucking his hips uncontrollably. She rose from her position, stumbling on the bin and sending trash everywhere. They both laughed out loud and Emma just dropped her jeans to her ankles, kicking them away and leaned on her desk, shaking her hips and looking over her shoulder with a sexy grin on her lips.
"Come daddy, fuck your baby girl," she giggled when he got up in a flash, not bothering to take his pants of.
David brushed the tip of his cock up and down her slick folds, teasing her clit and her entrance before she groaned in protest, giving him the sign he wanted. The next second he was buried deep within her, both moaning so loud they would have gotten worried wasn't for Emma's magic silencing the entire building to the outside world.
And they fucked and fucked. David fucked her from behind, but soon he turned her around and made her lay down on the desk and opened her legs wide open to push himself inside her harder and faster. He lasted longer than Henry thought, and he watched Emma coming on his cock a few times, David lapping her pussy, tasting her juices and groaning deep in his throat when she knelt on her chair, shaking her ass and offering him what he loved the most.
After editing for almost three hours (which was complicated because he had to touch himself at least twice), the final version of David and Emma's night at the station is almost two hours long. He wonders how to use it to his advantage when a brilliant idea hits him. He smirks and goes back to work on the video again, making smaller versions with specific moments, no more than five minutes long.
He packs the videos in folders and decides to use them only if David does not react to the first phase of his plan, which is almost obvious he won't.
Henry smirks as he listens to David talk about some annoying messages that don't stop getting into his inbox. Henry knows it's time to be a little bolder and early in the morning the first video sits peacefully in David's inbox.
Three hours later Henry listens to his panicked voice and can hear the absolute fear in his tone when he starts discussing with Emma ways to know who is sending these messages.
You'll never catch me! Henry thinks and sends another message designed to inflict fear and confusion in their heads.
"I hope you liked the video. It was literally a pleasure for me to edit it. The two of you are very bold and sexy, I should say, but now let's get down to business. I'm ready to send the longer version to your wife, Mr. Nolan, and to that useless pirate as well. I don't want to, after all it will end my fun as well, but I have some things I want to do to and with you and Ms. Swan and I want to be sure you will collaborate with me."
The reaction is instant as the both of them gasp after reading the message, Emma's indignant voice rising a bit when David suggests them to comply and do as this person wants.
"Are you mad? We cannot fall for this, blackmail is illegal," she speaks hurriedly, slamming a fist on the desk when Henry sees the outline of David's figure stepping away from her.
"Shhh, Henry is outside," he warns her and she huffs indignantly, telling him he is probably listening to music and will not hear a thing. "Anyway, if blackmail is illegal, so it is what we do," he reminds her and Emma falls silent for a few moments.
"We cannot fall for this, there must be another way," she speaks weakly, and Henry feels her on the verge of giving up. If he knows his mom well enough, there are a thousand of scenarios running wildly in her head, but none of them are satisfying enough to let them escape from him. It's a beautiful thing how they actually put the rope around their necks.
"We have no choice, I believe," David begins, speaking softly as Henry hears the rustling of his hands against the fabric of her shirt. "This will hurt your mother too much and it will end what we have, you know it," he tries to reason. "Besides, she will never forgive us, not to mention the very real possibility of your pirate boyfriend try to harm us."
Right now David would give up on this insane relationship just to make sure they wouldn't go through this, but there's nothing to be done but to give in.
"This person, whoever she is, is setting the cards on the table right now, but as soon as we find out who he or she is, we can turn this game around and win. Preserve what we have, including my marriage and your thing with Hook," David plants a kiss on Emma's brow and waits for her decision. He wants to comply, but he'll do it only if she wants to.
"Okay, let's do this," her voice is small and defeated. Henry has never heard those things coming from Emma, but it also means he really has them in his hands.
"What do you want?
It's quite simple, do as I say and nobody will ever know that you and your daughter have a rather heated relationship.
Well, that much I understood, be more specific, will you?
Be careful how you talk to me, Nolan, I'm not one of those girls who are ready to lick the ground you walk in. I can actually harm your life and that of your family.
I… I am sorry, it's just that we are nervous about this situation.
We?
Yes, Emma and I. I showed her the video.
Wise move, Mr. Nolan. I have one question for the both of you.
What is it?
Are you ready to play?"
Someone asked me if I like incest. No I don't. The fact that I write about it doesn't equal me defending it at all. In real life it's a despicable act, something awful to do with someone you claim to love, so no I do not defend it because it's wrong.
Now, if you have the spiritual freedom to know how to separate real life from fiction, then yes, it's something interesting to work with because it has one thousand implications. But rest assured, folks, everyone is off age and everything is consensual.
Anyway, reviews are the ultimate incentive.