They sneak him to her room

Erin’s turned the Prius into her quiet neighborhood, slowing passing large modern houses. Most of them looked like everyone was asleep. Any lights that were on felt staged, with no life inside. The only sound was coming from the backseat where Chet was humming what sounded like Van Halen as he looked around at the impressive homes.

Kristie whispered, “Okay, so here’s the deal. Her parents are out of town, but that doesn’t mean you get to just do whatever you want.”

Erin nodded, as her eyes darted nervously between the road and the rearview mirror. “Yes, but I told you, my sister’s here. If she wakes up-”

Chet cut her off, grinning. “Relax, doll. I’ve snuck into, and out of, plenty of houses. Never been caught once.”

Kristie smirked. “Because you were digital?”

The way he looked at her was almost as if he was offended by her lack of faith. “Because I was awesome,” he explained.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Erin turned off the engine and exhaled. Staring at the house, she sat drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, like it might stop reality from continuing. “Okay, we need to establish some ground rules. You don’t talk, you don’t touch anything, and you don’t flirt with anyone who isn’t in currently this car.”

Chet leaned forward between the seats, grinning at her. “First of all, so you’re telling me to flirt with you? And second, you really think I could stop?”

Kristie bit her lip to hide a grin. “Oh my god, he’s like a walking sexual harassment charge in the making.”

Erin glared back. “Then you can be his handler.”

Kristie winked. “Gladly.”

After silently unlocking the front door, they crept through the entry on tiptoe. The house was dark, except for the glow from the large fish tank in the living room that was casting rippled blue light across the walls.

“Shh,” Erin whispered. “Jackie’s room’s at the end of the hall. If she sees-”

Coming up from behind, Chet pushed past, unapologetically loud. “Relax, babe. I’m as quiet as a cat.” And just as fast as he said it, he knocked a picture frame off the console table with his elbow, sending it clattering to the floor.

Erin froze, her eyes ready to pop out of her head. “A cat, remember? You’re a cat.”

“Okay, so I’m a big cat that takes up space,” he corrected under his breath.

Kristie bent to pick up the frame, whispering, “At least we’re not trying to break into a bank.”

Erin hissed, “Just get him upstairs.”

They moved up the staircase, where Chet stopped halfway to admire his reflection in a framed family photo. “You were a cute kid,” he whispered, smirking at Erin.

“That’s my mom,” she sighed.

“Even better,” he said, leaning in to look closer.

Kristie bit down on her laugh so hard she snorted instead, clapping a hand over her mouth.

“Kristie,” Erin whispered sharply, “you’re not helping!”

They continued the rest of the way up the stairs, quietly working their way to the top. Erin winced with every step, praying Jackie was still asleep, or better yet, had gone to a friend’s house and just didn’t tell her. The house had that heavy late-night quiet where even a whisper felt like it was too loud.

“Left,” Erin mouthed, waving for Chet to follow.

He nodded like he was back in military school… and immediately went right, straight into the wall.

Kristie choked on a laugh, catching herself on the banister. “Smooth, Rambo.”

Chet rubbed his shoulder. “Yeah well you spend what feels like an eternity in limbo, and see how you are with directions right after. Besides, the door placement here’s terrible. Somebody should’ve consulted me on the layout.”

“Shh!” Erin hissed. “Jackie’s room is right there!”

They froze, listening. Nothing.

“Okay,” she whispered. “My room’s down the hall. So stay quiet.”

Chet gave her a look of irritation. “I think we’ve established that’s not something I’m great at.”

Kristie whispered back, “He’s not lying.”

They crept past a row of family photos hung on the wall, prompting Chet to stop again to look at one. He pointed. “That your dad?”

“Yes,” Erin whispered.

“Explains the cheekbones. You’ll age well.”

Kristie elbowed him before Erin could. “Keep moving, Casanova.”

When they finally reached Erin’s door, she twisted the knob slowly and slipped inside, ushering for the others to follow. Her room was neat, almost painfully so, with books lined in perfect order. There was a small desk covered in color-coded notes, as well as a few framed posters of indie bands who probably hadn’t toured in years, mounted on the walls.

Chet surveyed the room, unimpressed. “Who frames a poster of a band?” he muttered, picking up a highlighter from Erin’s desk after immediately losing interest.

Kristie grinned, closing the door behind her. “Well, congratulations, Erin. You’ve successfully got a man in your bedroom. I always said college would change you.”

Erin glared at both of them, hands on her hips. “Whatever. This is not a thing. He’s getting cleaned up, and then we figure out how to undo… whatever this is. No craziness. No shenanigans.”

Chet clapped his hands together. “So who’s ready to shower?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Erin’s reply was immediate. “Are you kidding me? Absolutely not.”

Kristie piped up, nudging Chet’s arm. “If you ask nicely, you might get her to help scrub your… back.”

“Well if she does, does that mean you’ll be the one scrubbing my front?” Chet shot back, grinning wide.

Erin ignored both of them, marching to the bathroom and flipping on the light. “The shower’s in here. There’s towels on the rack. Soap, shampoo, everything you’ll need is on shelves in the shower. Don’t use the rose-scented stuff, I’m saving that.” She was so busy pointing things out with her back turned that she didn’t notice Chet doing anything behind her.

She finally turned around and – Oh my god – he was already stepping past her, completely, shamelessly naked.

Erin’s gasp was involuntary. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

While Kristie had been shocked as well, she recovered much faster. She leaned against the vanity counter, making no effort to hide her appreciative gaze. “Wow. I’ve gotta say, as the designers, we really outdid ourselves on the rear view.” She let out a low whistle.

Chet just flashed a confident grin, oblivious to the concept of modesty. He reached the shower, opened the glass door, and glanced back at them. “Well? It’s not a party until the suds are flying.”

He stood there, holding the glass door open, one hip cocked to the side, utterly unbothered by his state of undress. Even at rest, it’d be impossible for anyone not to notice. His cock hung thick and long between his thighs, a clear ‘shower,’ not a ‘grower’, or perhaps he was that too, based on what they’d put into the designs. Either way, it had the kind of heft that made Kristie’s breath catch. A heavy pair of testicles that were full and well-proportioned, swung beneath. None of it looked exaggerated or cartoonish, just obscenely healthy and, somehow, perfectly lifelike, right down to the veins and a generous thatch of sandy-blond hair framing everything.

Neither girl managed a word at first. Erin stood stock-still, with her cheeks burning, and eyes fixed in horror, while Kristie’s lips twitched with barely-contained laughter, darting from his face to what was swinging so shamelessly in plain view.

Chet looked down at himself, then up at their faces, then shrugged with exaggerated innocence. “What? You’re the ones who built the specs. I just work here.”

Kristie choked out a laugh, unable to look away. “You know, for our first try, I think we nailed that part.”

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