Learning from a New Family, Chapter 3: Caught and Punished

“I could have sworn that I brought the key too! Keep looking Will! Emily can’t find us like this!”

There was real terror in Sarah’s voice, something I’d never heard before. To be perfectly honest, I was just as scared. We had both been shocked by Emily’s early arrival, and had been in the middle of some things we’d rather her not see.

Even as I frantically scanned the room for the handcuff key, and jumped up and down in a vain attempt to get my pants back on, I couldn’t help but take in the sight of Sarah naked, sweaty, spread-eagled and wriggling delightfully, handcuffed to her bed. Her rapid breathing caused her beautiful pert breasts to move in wonderful little arcs. If my dick wasn’t already rock solid, it would be hardening at the sight of her.

I wanted nothing so much as to rip off my constricting boxers, and plunge right back into Sarah. Unfortunately, it was looking like explaining would be hard enough without Emily walking in on me fucking her chained up adopted daughter.

I managed to secure my pants, and while I grabbed my shirt and awkwardly attempted to get it over my head, I began to run around the room, checking all the likely spots for the key. I turned up a blank. The key was nowhere to be found.

Emily called for us to come down and greet her, more insistent this time. There was nothing for it, I had to go greet so she didn’t come looking for us.

“I can’t find it! It’s not here!”

Panic was spilling into my whisper as well. Sarah’s eyes widened.

“What are we going to do?”

Sarah wasn’t even making an effort to hide how scared she was. Her face was white as death. Almost as if she was sick… As if she was sick! That was it. Grabbing the blanket from where it had fallen on the floor in our earlier excitement, I quickly threw it over Sarah, doing my best to cover up the handcuffs that bound her to the bed, and her naked body. With her pale sweaty face and the comforter covering her nakedness and most of the evidence of bondage, she might just pass cursory inspection.

“Play sick! It’s our only chance! If it’s not in here, where would the key be?”

Sarah still looked scared, but now she seemed determined as well.

“The playroom, in the largest chest. There’s always a master key there.”

“Then hold tight, I’ll cover for you, and get you out as soon as I can!”

I shot her one last reassuring glance, turned off the lights and then raced down to meet Emily at the door.

Emily had several suitcases, and she looked impatient. No doubt she’d been expecting us to greet her right away, and wasn’t impressed that we hadn’t been there to help her.

“I’m sorry I took so long Emily. Sarah’s started to feel a bit sick, and I was keeping her company in her room.”

My flimsy cover story spilled out in a rush. I didn’t sound very convincing, but maternal instincts must have saved me, because Emily immediately looked concerned.

“Why didn’t you two call me when she got sick? How bad is she?”

“Don’t worry. She’s just feeling a bit feverish, and she has a small headache. We didn’t think it was bad enough to call you about.”

I was amazed Emily couldn’t see through my pathetic lies. Cleary worry for Sarah’s health was making her overlook everything else. Her genuine love and concern for her daughter made me feel terrible for abusing her trust like this, but in this case the truth wasn’t really an option.

“William, could you please bring these suitcases to my room, while I check in on Sarah?”

Seeing no choice but to agree, I grabbed the suitcases, and followed right behind Emily as she climbed up the stairs to Sarah’s room. I saw her opening the door just as I rounded the corner and stepped out of sight.

Now it was in Sarah’s hands. With the light off, she might be able to bluff Emily into staying too far away to notice the cuffs. If she did notice, I knew that I was probably screwed. Sarah could say that it was all me, and then I’d be kicked out for sure, and lucky to avoid jail. I loved Sarah, and hoped she wouldn’t do that, but would she really risk everything she had and tell Emily the whole truth if she was discovered? I couldn’t even really blame her if she threw me under the bus, because I wasn’t sure that I would be brave enough not to if our situations were reversed.

I had made it to Emily’s room, and laid the suitcases on her bed when I heard her call my name. She didn’t sound angry like I feared. She sounded more… mildly annoyed? Had she discovered us, or was there something else?

Walking back down the stair was terrifying, and I almost fled at the sight of Sarah’s closed door. Gathering what little courage I had, I knocked quietly.

Emily pulled the door open. Behind her I saw Sarah’s naked body clearly on display. My heart sank. Emily glared at me.

“What were you thinking?”

She sounded pretty annoyed. Not as angry as I feared, but still far more annoyed than I felt even remotely comfortable with. Sarah must have at least told her that it wasn’t as bad as it looked like. So, she didn’t think I was a rapist. Maybe the situation was salvageable!

“I’m sorry, I was just so confused and she wanted to and it felt so good and…”

My excuses were a hideous jumble, as I desperately sought something that would stop Emily from hating me.

“Not the sex you goofball.