A/N: this takes place in different alternate universe from my other stories.


"What in the world is going on in there?" Rachel asked as she came in. She could hear a lot of noise coming from the parlor.

"Derek brought his daughters home from college," Alex said. "They enjoy irritating Philip by watching certain movies around him."

"Derek has children?" Rachel asked in surprise. "What else is there that I don't know about him? Does he have a secret wife somewhere?"

"Their mother died when they were babies. And no, there's no wife."

Philip came into the room with a video tape.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked.

"I'm throwing this garbage away," he said. "It's a corrupting influence on those two girls."

"I think that movie 'corrupted' them a while ago," Nick called out from the other room.

Suddenly, two young women rushed into the room after Philip, one with dark brown hair and the other with lighter colored hair. The one with the lighter hair jumped on his back.

"You're not getting it back, Ilse!" Philip said. "I'm throwing it in the garbage where it belongs!" He held the video up high.

Nick came into the room in time to see the darker haired girl leap up Philip's front and grab the movie. "I had no idea Annika could jump so high. She's like a spider monkey," he laughed.

Philip struggled to keep her from getting the video tape out of his hand, but Annika managed to pull it away while knocking him to the floor.

Both girls ran out of the room triumphantly.

As Nick bent to help Philip up off the floor, he whispered, "we just won't tell Derek Annika stuck her tits in your face, right?"

Philip's face flushed crimson. "Don't use that word!" He left the room hurriedly.

"What movie was Philip just trying to keep them from watching?" Rachel asked.

Nick was trying not to laugh. "Rocky Horror Picture Show," he said.

"Does Derek know they watch that?"

Nick shrugged. "Does it matter? He's not here. They're twenty years old. They can watch what they want."


Philip got into the shower with the water on cold. Why was Annika making him feel like this? He looked down at himself and moaned softly. The cold water wasn't helping much, even though it was on full blast. Finally, he gripped himself and took care of the problem manually. His mind kept going to the fact that Annika's breasts had ended up in his face. Philip couldn't stop himself from picturing her entire body with nothing covering her, except perhaps for him, making slow, passionate love to her. He groaned when the orgasm finally hit, nearly calling out her name.


Later on that week, Derek left on a case, opting to only bring Alex along. Rachel would be quite busy with Kat as well as her psychiatric practice. When asked how long they'd be gone, Derek told Philip it might be as long as a week.

After Derek and Alex had left, Nick said to Philip, "if you're worried about those boners you've been getting, you can take a cold shower."

Philip glared at him.

"Yeah, I noticed Annika's been getting you all worked up."

"They might hear you!" he hissed.

"They're upstairs. Look, if you take a cold shower, it'll help."

"It doesn't help," Philip said, looking away.

"Well, turn it on full blast."

"I do and it doesn't do anything!"

Nick shrugged. "Then the next time it happens, excuse yourself from the room, lock yourself up and jerk it off."

"I'm not sure how much longer I can control myself," Philip admitted after several moments. "It's just getting more and more intense."

"I'll tell you something; Annika's not the only one in this house driving someone crazy."

Philip looked at Nick again. "And Derek left us alone with them?"

"Hey, he doesn't know what they're doing to us. If he did, he would've left Alex here and took us with him. But if you ask me, there's something going on between Derek and Alex."

Only a minute later, Ilsa came into the room. The two men were suddenly quiet. Philip left the room, not wanting to see if what Nick had told him was true or just something to make him feel better.

"Where's Alex and my dad?" she asked.

"They're working a case," Nick said, not looking at her. "They might not be back for a week." Don't look down... don't look down... he thought. Moments later, he realized she was looking down at the bulge in his pants. Ilsa started to move towards him. He got up from his seat and started moving away. She blocked his path.

"Ilsa, I'm not sure you understand this one thing. You're forbidden fruit. If I ever touch you, your dad-"

"He doesn't ever have to know," she said as she got close and began to rub herself against him.

Nick grabbed her, grinding himself against her. One of her hands went for his pants.