The Guesthouse

[Warwick]

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Title: “The Guesthouse”

Lucy and Ava had become inseparable over their two years working together at Joe’s Diner, where the grease was thick, the customers were pickier than ever, and the only thing that seemed to change were their shoes, which always seemed to wear out faster than their patience.

By the time the weekend came around, they were both feeling the burn. “We need to get out of here,” Lucy declared one night, slamming her apron down. “No more short orders, no more cheap coffee, no more people asking for extra pickles.”

Ava glanced up from the counter. “Where are we going? And can I drive this time?”

Lucy smirked. “North Carolina. I found this place. A hundred bucks a night, secluded, big house. It’s perfect.”

Ava raised an eyebrow. “A hundred bucks? For an entire house?”

Lucy winked. “Yep. It’s off-season. Don’t overthink it. It’ll be like... paradise.”

On Friday, they piled into Lucy’s rickety Civic. The engine sputtered, and the rearview mirror shook like it might just fall off. The final stretch was through a narrow, winding road with dense trees on either side. The last turn took them to a large, stone archway covered in ivy. Lucy punched in the gate code, and it opened slowly with a creak that echoed off the hills. The long gravel drive stretched before them, leading up to the house.

Ava’s first impression was shock. “You said it was big, but… wow.”

The house loomed in the distance, whitewashed and weathered by time. It had an eerie, yet beautiful, quality—tall windows that seemed to look out over the forest, a wraparound porch, and an old-fashioned stone chimney. But it was surrounded by a wall of ivy, like a fortress hiding within nature’s embrace.

“It’s… something,” Ava said, still squinting at the house. “Are you sure this is legit?”

Lucy shrugged. “It’s weird, but that’s part of the charm, right?”

Ava frowned, glancing around. “It’s so isolated. No neighbors for miles.”

Lucy waved a hand. “That’s the point. Peace and quiet. No one to bother us.”

They grabbed their bags and made their way inside. The house was old, sure, but it had a timeless charm to it. Hardwood floors gleamed under soft lighting, and the rooms were surprisingly well-kept. The living room was large, decorated with vintage furniture—couches covered in plush fabric, paintings on the walls, abstract pieces that seemed to bring the room to life.

“Is this… a museum?” Ava asked, running her fingers over an ornate wooden chair.

Lucy grinned. “More like a haunted house. But don’t worry. The ghosts are friendly.”

They spent the afternoon exploring the massive place. Despite the dust, it felt cozy. It was exactly what they needed—away from everything. They unpacked, cracked open a bottle of cheap wine, and lit the fireplace.

“So… what’s the deal?” Ava asked as she flopped down on the couch, stretching her legs. “How’d you find this place?”

Lucy sat down beside her, grinning. “Airbnb. Off-season, so it was dirt cheap. They don’t get a lot of traffic up here. It’s the kind of place you can rent for next to nothing if no one knows about it.”

Ava arched an eyebrow. “Sounds like you’ve been here before.”

Lucy’s grin widened. “I have. Stayed here last month with a couple of friends. But don’t worry, I know the code. I figured it would be fine.”

Ava leaned back, crossing her arms. “You sure? This place is way too nice for what we’re paying.”

Lucy waved it off. “Off-season. You’d be surprised. Don’t think about it too much.”

They continued to talk, about work, about life, gossiping into the night. It was just like old times—relaxed, carefree. Ava couldn’t remember the last time they’d had the luxury to do nothing. The clinking of glasses, the soft hum of their laughter, and the way the fire crackled in the background made it all feel so… normal.

“You know,” Ava said slowly, sipping her wine, “it’s way too quiet here. Don’t you think?”

Lucy laughed, setting down her glass. “That’s the point, silly. No one around to bother us. I can already feel the stress melting away.”

They moved to the kitchen after a polishing off their first bottle of wine, still chatting, before cracking their second. After the sun dipped below the horizon, the house seemed to come alive and by the time they finished their wine, the evening had fallen completely dark. Lucy stretched, letting out a yawn.

“I’m ready for some fresh air. Let’s go outside.”

Ava raised an eyebrow. “You’re not serious. It’s freezing out there.”

Lucy smiled mischievously. “So? We’re on vacation. Let’s take a dip in the pool. It's heated, plus I dare you.”

Ava looked hesitant, but then her eyes sparkled with that same devil-may-care attitude that only hits a girl after two bottles of wine.

“Fine,” Ava said, standing up. “I dare you to go first.”

They both dashed outside, shedding clothes in the cool night air until they were both clad in nothing but their underwear, they jumped into the pool with a splash. The water was warmer than expected, "Thank god for heated pools" Lucy joked, they floated around, the world outside the house felt completely forgotten—just the two of them, laughing, splashing, the moon reflecting off the still water.

After the initial shock wore off, Lucy leaned forward, floating toward Ava with eyes sparkling of mischief. “Okay, Ava. Truth or dare?”

Ava hesitated, glancing at her friend. “Uh... dare, I guess.”

Lucy’s smile widened. “Skinny dip!”

Ava laughed nervously. “What? Are you serious?”

Lucy nodded, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Oh yeah. You’re doing it. Don’t chicken out now.”

Ava rolled her eyes but swam to the shallow end and stood up, reached behind her back, and hesitated for a moment before the reassuring effects of the alcohol took over, “Fine, you’re a terrible influence.” she giggled as she unclasped her bra and tossed it into the yard with the rest of their clothes. She wrapped her fingers in the hem of her panties, and while turning seductively looking Lucy in the eye, she did her best impression of a sexy striptease before peeling off her wet undergarment and throwing it in the pile with the rest of it's companions.

“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun,” Ava said, now naked, swimming to the side of the pool, leaning her head back toward the sky, arms resting on either side, chest out. Lucy took in her friends naked form, bathed only in the moonlight and the only sounds were the water lapping and the wind rustling through the trees.

“I know, right? This place is perfect,” Lucy agreed, taking a similar stance, staring briefly at the stars before closing her eyes.

And then—click.

The lights in the house flared to life. All of them.

The lights in every window.

Ava’s stomach sank as the glow from the windows now softly illuminated the backyard.

“Lucy… what the hell?” she whispered, looking up toward the house as she sank quickly into the water only her head peaking over the edge of the pool.

Lucy’s expression shifted, and she looked toward the house, too. "I... I didn’t book this place," she said in a whisper, almost as if trying to convince herself.

Ava's voice shook. "What do you mean? We drove here. You told me you booked this place last week."

Lucy hesitated, biting her lip. "I... I stayed here last fall with some friends. I still had the code from when we stayed. I thought it was empty." She trailed off, her voice growing distant, as if the air was thickening around them.

Before Ava could respond, a door slammed somewhere inside the house.

Ava’s heart raced. “Lucy, I’m Naked!” she shrieked in a desperate whisper.

But Lucy was already moving toward the edge of the pool, her eyes darting nervously around. "Stay here. I’ll grab our clothes. You stay by the pool. Keep low."

Ava nodded, though her gut screamed for her to run. She glanced back at the house and the bright windows above them. Her mind was racing.

Lucy disappeared into the shadows around the side of the house, and Ava tried to calm her breathing. The sound of leaves shifting in the breeze filled the night, as Lucy quietly stepped toward their clothes.

Just as she was about to call out to Lucy, the backyard's floodlights snapped on.

Ava gasped, blinking against the harsh light that blinded her briefly. As her eyes adjusted, in the distance, she saw Lucy—still on the lawn—dressed only in a towel, clutching their clothes. Lucy's hesitation only lasted a moment before she took off in a mad dash to escape the backyard and make it back to their car.

Ava realizing she's naked, and her only hope for clothes is racing away at a full sprint, scrambled to get out of the pool, no longer trying to hide her presence, now just a hopeless dash to catch up to Lucy and her only hope of modesty. Just as she made it out of the pool the sliding door to the back yard swung open.

A girl—younger than her, no older than 18 or 19—stepped out from the back door of the house. She was dressed in a faded university t-shirt and plaid shorts, holding a trash bag in one hand.

Ava’s heart skipped a beat and she froze. Naked as the day she was born, cold, dripping wet, and bathed in the harsh unforgiving glow of multiple floodlights as if she were on a Broadway show.

“Who the hell are you?” the girl muttered. She didn’t recognize Ava, let alone did she expect to find a naked woman in her backyard.

The young woman blinked at her. Then, without any sign of shock or curiosity, she spoke softly. “Dad,” she called, her voice lilting but flat, “they came back.”

Ava’s blood turned cold, thinking "Lucy... what the hell is happening? how did you get me into this." Ava's arms instinctively up in a surrender. She went to turn away before a voice spoke.

“Don’t leave, I was just kidding, besides where are you going to go looking like that?” the young girl said, her voice cutting through the air, unbothered as a mischievous smile slowly crept on her face.

"My Name's Sarah, what's yours?" the young girl said a little too nonchalantly.

Ava stood frozen in the glare of the headlights, arms still raised—like a police suspect caught in a spotlight of a helicopter. Her mind hadn’t yet caught up with her body. Shock had taken over. For a moment, time fractured—nothing made sense. The sounds, the cold, the pounding of her own heart—they all blurred into static.

Then, like a switch flipping, awareness snapped back.

Her eyes widened.

She looked down—realizing the display she was putting on, the exposure. A jolt of panic shot through her, and her arms dropped like lightning, crossing over her chest and lower body in a frantic attempt to shield herself.

She turned slightly, shoulders hunched—vulnerability crashing down as the adrenaline faded just enough to let shame in.... "I said, My Name's Sarah, what's yours?" the young girl said now with a bit more authority, dropping the trash bag with a thud.

Ava stood, trembling, disoriented. Her voice cracked as she began to speak, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. "Oh... I... I must have... had the wrong house. I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to—my friend" Ava said—

"Stop talking" Sarah said coldly, Ava froze.

Sarah took a step closer, her eyes locked on Ava's like a blade pressed against skin. "I asked you what your name was. If you don’t want to answer... I guess I could just call the cops?" A silence settled between them—thick, heavy, and charged. Ava swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. All she could squeak out was "...A...Av..Ava"


"Well, Ava... It seems you’ve landed yourself in quite the predicament. You’re on my property—naked. And I’m guessing you’d do just about anything to make this whole thing disappear... am I right?" Sarah said in a snide response.

Ava shivered, arms still crossed tightly over herself, teeth beginning to chatter. "Y-yes... I—I just want to forget this ever happened. P-please, I—"

Click.

Another sudden flash blinded Ava. She blinked, confused—until she saw Sarah holding up her phone.

On the screen: a photo. It was Ava, her pale skin exposed, vulnerable, her arms barely covering herself. Her face, visible and terrified, was unmistakable. Sarah turned the screen toward her, smiling like a cat playing with a mouse. "Now I have proof of your little crime. It wouldn’t take much—one call to the police and I could show every officer exactly who came stumbling onto my property tonight."

(Sarah laughed softly)

"Or maybe I just post it to Reddit—“Does anyone know this mysterious Burglar Ava?” Let the internet have their fun."

She tucked the phone away, her eyes gleaming with control. Ava stood paralyzed, eyes locked on the image still burned into her mind

*Oh god. That can’t end up online.
My family could see it.
I could get arrested.
It could be on the news.
I’ll end up on a list...*

Her thoughts spiraled—fear tightening around her chest like a vice.

Sarah watched her crumble, savoring it.

"Unless..." Sarah's voice was soft, almost playful, but her smile was anything but innocent—lips curling into a slow, devilish smirk.

Ava’s voice cracked as she begged, desperation pouring out between tremors.

"P..Please I'll do a...anything, just let me g..get my clothes and l...leave" Ava sputtered.

After that Sarah didn’t speak. She simply lifted one hand, extending her index finger—and beckoned. A slow, deliberate gesture. Then she turned, opened the door, and disappeared inside.

Ava hesitated for a moment, heart hammering, her bare feet trembling against the cool surface of the porch. She briefly thought about making a break for it but her body moved before her mind could stop it.

She followed Sarah inside.

Sarah led Ava through the kitchen, through the living room, where only a short time ago Ava and Lucy were having such a blast. Ava followed her up the stairs to the second floor and into what looked like a teenagers bedroom.

"Shut the door" said Sarah. Ava, unsure what was going on, thinking maybe Sarah was going to lend her some clothes complied.

Then, while staring Ava in the eyes Sarah spoke "Kneel" in a cold and commanding tone.

"What?" Ava muttered genuinely confused, and still shivering.

"Unless you want this picture going online, or worse you being arrested AND this picture going online you will kneel." Sarah repeated, grabbing her phone and holding it up like a trophy.

Ava, hesitant but without a better option slowly complied, as she knelt down Sarah began circling her, taking in her naked form. *Blonde*, *vivacious*, *and those curves....*

"what are those c's, no they must be d's" Sarah whispered to herself.

Ava was now kneeling in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped around her naked body, bent over slightly trying to hide as much as possible.

"Hands on your head... Sit up Straight, Shoulders back!" Sarah shouted, feeling like she had no other option at this point, Ava slowly pried her arms away from her ample breasts, shakily raising her hands planting them on top of her head. Her shoulders arching back and thrusting out her breasts.

After what felt like an eternity for Ava, but in reality was a quick few laps, Sarah pulled out her phone and began to record. Instinctively Ava pulled her arms down, hugging her chest but before she could cover anything further all she heard was "Tsk, tsk... You know what they say — girls who can’t follow orders aren’t just disobedient... they’re criminal. And criminals? Well, they belong in a cage" Sarah spoke, quickly switching back to the picture she took earlier and pushing into into Ava's face.

With reluctance, Ava raised her arms back above her head, closing her eyes as hard as she could telling herself

*this isn't real...*, *
this isn't happening*,
*it's all just a dream... a nightmare*

On Sarah's last pass behind Ava all she heard was "On all fours".

"Pl..Please" Ava mumbled before Sarah, placing her foot on her back forced her to the ground, barely catching herself with her hands before her face hit the floor. Ava quickly realized that Sarah was no longer asking.

Sarah, still positioned behind Ava grabbed her hips, raising them, in turn thrusting Ava's curvaceous bubble butt in the air. Ava realized, that now, in this position nothing was hidden as Sarah kept circling, like a vulture eyeing it's prey.

"On your back" Sarah said plainly, Ava knew if she didn't comply she would be forced to do so anyway, so slowly and reluctantly she re-positioned herself on her back. "Arms above your head, Legs spread".... "Wider"...."Wider" Sarah shouted. Ava now lay on her back, legs spread eagle, arms above her head, nothing covering her face, her chest, or her most intimate areas. Still, she kept her eyes closed, praying that this was all just a hallucination, some bad dream.

Without warning Ava heard a faint rustle, before feeling warm breath caressing her ear, In a quiet and deliberate, but seductive whisper she heard "Now play with yourself". Sarah spoke the words Ava never knew she should dread.

Ava's eyes shot open, immediately trying to object but before she could utter a word in protest Sarah, still leaning over, put her finger on Ava's lips and showed her the videos she recorded. "You remember what happens when bad girls don't follow orders right?" Sarah said as her lips parted betraying a hauntingly familiar, teethy smile.

Ava's heart began to race faster than it ever had in her life, she was in panic mode.
*How can I get out of this?*
*How can I stop this?*
*How the hell did I even get into this position?*

While Ava's brain was looking for an escape her hand slowly twitched... and began moving. As if on instinct, maybe a survival mechanism her arm slowly. Flowing down her face, tickling her nose as it passed. In her head she was screaming to stop but her body acted on it's own, it was if Sarah had control of her arm, there was nothing she could do to stop it as it moved past her chin her fingers gently running down her neck.

*This can't be happening, why is this happening?* ran on repeat in her head as her fingers passed her clavicle, her index finger tracing itself down her chest. slowly passing between her supple breasts, down her toned stomach, and past her naval she could feel herself getting wet. Now, her heart wasn't the only thing throbbing... yearning... her hand now slow and steady only hesitated briefly as it softly traversed her pubic hair, before resuming.

"Good girl" Sarah chuckled.

Just as her finger met her clitoris she paused, shivered, and let out a faint moan. Eyes still closed, she was unable to bear the thought of what she was about to do..."hmmph".... her fingers found their target. Immediately she was hit with an overwhelming feeling, she couldn't believe how turned on she was. While modest, Ava wasn't a prude, it's not like she never masturbated before but this was different, she had never done this in front of anyone else, let alone a stranger, let alone on camera. She could feel her body become warm, her hips begin to gyrate, softly and slowly at first, keeping a steady rhythm, hips and fingers working in harmony.

Her free hand now falling as well, it found a new home squeezing and caressing her pale d-cup breasts. Tracing them a bit before pinching her quarter sized nipples, now pink and puffy from the stimulation, as she began to moan with pleasure. Ava conflicted both wanted this moment to end but also wanted it to last forever, she had never felt herself so soaking wet, her entire body so warm, like it was on fire.

As her pace quickened Ava's breath started to became audible, her moans no longer soft whimpers. Her hips began to thrust harder against her hand, her breathing becoming more and more labored, her moans turning to screams as one hand began to crescendo so did the other like a trained conductor, she worked her breasts to the delight of her audience.

At this moment Ava was in pure ecstasy, and the whole world began to melt around her. She had completely forgotten where she was, about Sarah, about Lucy, about everything that led to her current circumstance, her inhibitions now all gone. She only cared about this moment, nothing else, The thoughts *faster* *Faster* were the only thing raising through her head. She felt it building, over and over until it was unstoppable.

With one last violent thrust, her hips raised and hung into the air, as she began to shake and shutter, screaming "Oh MY GOOOODDD!!!!!" so loud she would have woken the neighbors, had there been any. She held there, for a few seconds, finger tracing, and heart racing before collapsing into a puddle right there on the carpeted floor of Sarah's bedroom. Ava now splayed out and shaking, was in a full sweat and delirious as wave, after wave of the most earth shattering orgasm she ever experienced washed over her like a tsunami. The tsunami turning into waves, the waves turning into ripples, the ripples into a calm zen as silence filled the room.

Five minutes passed by like that, eyes closed, nothing but silence hand still between are now dripping legs. Until the silence was broken by an audible and familiar "hmmph", and that was all it took to break Ava out of her spell.

*I heard it, that was my voice*

Her eyes shot open to see, Sarah, still hovering over her, and still holding her phone over her face, only now it was playing the recording of the nights main event, starring Ava, fingers working their magic between her legs. She managed to get the most compromising angles, in complete 4k detail.

In an instant reality came crashing down, Ava immediately sobering up. "Please DELETE THAT", "No one can see that EVER!" she shouted. Sarah calmly and without words stood up straight, walked to her closet and quickly pulled out a dress before throwing it at Ava's naked form. Only muttering "Leave before I call the cops", as if losing interest and casually walking out of the room.

Despite her reservations, Ava quickly put on the dress, it took some effort as Sarah was clearly a few sizes smaller. Regardless once she was covered Ava made sprinted for the exit, flew down the stairs, almost tripping as she ran, and barreled out the front door.

Ava ran blindly through the trees, branches clawing at her skin, breath ragged, heart pounding in her ears. She didn’t know where she was headed—only that she had to get away.

Suddenly, she hit the drive way and saw flash of headlights cut through the darkness. A familiar Honda Civic sat idling just outside the now open gate.

*Lucy... oh thank God.* she thought to herself

She broke into a full sprint toward the car, feet pounding the dirt, adrenaline overriding everything else. The thin fabric of her undersized dress clung to her damp skin. The chill in the air bit at her, but she didn’t stop.

Reaching the car, she yanked open the door and dove inside. "Drive! Just—drive!" She shouted.

Lucy didn’t hesitate. Tires screamed against the pavement as the car shot forward, Ava slumped in the passenger seat, struggling to breathe, eyes wide—still trapped in the nightmare she’d just escaped.

After nearly twenty minutes of silence and speeding through dark, winding roads, the landscape finally began to change. Streetlights blinked to life, storefronts passed in a blur, and the hum of other vehicles returned—civilization creeping back in.

The car gliding to a stop at their first red light, Lucy felt her phone vibrate. She glanced at the screen, her pulse quickening as the message popped up.

"12:03 AM – Sarah
Hey Cousin Lucy, I had a lot of fun with your friend. The videos you requested are attached. You owe me."

Lucy’s eyes locked onto the words, a sudden thrill running through her. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, slow and sly. Her fingers moved, locking the phone and slipping it back into her pocket, hiding the secret as effortlessly as she’d done so many times before.

Ava, head back, hand over her eyes, broke the silence. "What is it?"

Lucy turned to her, eyes wide with feigned innocence, the smile still playing at her lips. "Nothing," she said lightly, her voice a touch too casual before examined the state of her friend. Ava now visible under the dull glow of the streetlights was unaware of just how sheer her dress was, even in this light Lucy could clearly make out circles of her nipples. It was tight, as if her breasts could burst out at any moment. Lucy's eyes moving down, found that in Ava's current position the hem of her dress rode up, giving Lucy an unobstructed view of everything below her waist. Her pubic hair still damp and matted, her pale, milky white thighs still glistening with her shame.

Just as the light turned green and they drove on, Lucy giggled internally just thinking about how the night was about to get a lot more interesting.

[mikewozere]

I'm intrigued what Lucy has in store for Ava.
What's her problem with Ava I wonder.

[Freesub]

I'm intrigued what Lucy has in store for Ava.
What's her problem with Ava I wonder.

I doubt it's a problem, i think it's just wanting to have fun with her

[ghosthouse]

Great story.