CHAPTER 141: THE TREEHOUSE WHISPER

The woman’s fingers traced the trunk of the tree as she reached the base of the tree, then found the ladder that was cut right into the wood. Each step was smooth, worn from use, leading up to where the tree house was hiding in the darkness.

She was ascending, her nightgown riding up with every shift of her weight, the material tracing the gentle curves of her back, exposing to me for just one more time a part of her thighs.

My cock pulsed painfully as I fantasized vividly what it would be like to be behind her, my hands on her hips, and to be pressing her up with a kiss on the back of her neck.

I watched as her body swayed up to the very top of the tree house, and I was mesmerized.

I reclined against the tree, and the pulse in my ears could still be felt. My fingers were rapidly pressing the Magical Tool, turning it into a small mouse-like mechanical spy with a remote with a screen.

It was a thin, silent body that could transmit video and audio through the airwaves remotely. I permitted the spy to go up the ladder, claws gripping wooden steps, disappearing into the treehouse.

A little flicker arrived on my device, and I held my breath.

The mechanical mouse located a shadowy area of the treehouse, and the camera was aimed at the two women. The audio was a little crackling, but I could get every word.

I turned up the volume, and I was forced to take quick breaths, my body tightening with both desire and inquisitiveness. The suspense permeated the air, and the silhouettes of the battery-powered lanterns were trembling over the depth of their expressions.

The screen on my device flickered to life, and I held my breath.

Two women.

The first was her—the woman in the satin silk nightie, who just took a piss, her skin still glistening faintly from the night air, her hair tousled from the climb.

The second woman was dressed in a shorts-and-top combo, the fabric clinging to her curves, her navel exposed, her posture tense. They were both in their thirties, their faces sharp with worry, their voices low but clear.

The woman in the shorts spoke first, her voice tight with concern. "Sister... where did you go? You know it’s not safe here. We don’t know the dangers of this world."

The woman in silk sighed, waving a hand dismissively. "Mary, don’t worry. I just went to take a piss."

Mary’s frown deepened. "Sister, you can’t go anywhere alone. It’s not safe. You should wake me up before going anywhere."

The silk-clad woman rolled her eyes, but there was affection in her voice. "Okay, okay, Mary... sometimes, you make me forget that I’m your elder sister."

Mary chuckled, but it was a hollow sound. "Sister, I’m just worried. What if those people come chasing after us? They might still be looking for us."

The older sister shook her head. "I don’t think they’ll waste their time looking for us. Remember, Mary—we’re not criminals."

Mary’s expression darkened. "But we still got here illegally. We weren’t on the list of people being sent here. And once we reached, we stole their car and supplies and ran away. We don’t know that they aren’t looking for us."

The older sister’s expression darkened for a moment, but she forced a small, reassuring smile. "Mary, listen to yourself. You’re the one who said this place was perfect. A cliff, surrounded by forest—no trails. Even drones won’t be able to locate us in such a dense forest, and even if they wanted to find us, they’d never make it through that wilderness."

Mary’s jaw tightened. "Sister, we are not alone here, remember, did you forget about those savages.. living down the cliff.. they might capture us or eat us alive."

The woman in silk reached out and held Mary’s wrists gently. "That’s not gonna happen. We have the weapons. We have the supplies. And we have each other." Her voice became softer, barely a whisper, "I’m not letting anything happen to you. Not again."

Mary’s breath hitched, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I just... I can’t lose you, too, okay? You’re all I have left after Mom and Dad."

Her older sister softened, reaching out to squeeze Mary’s hand. "Okay... okay, I’ll listen to you. We’ll go together next time, all right?"

A playful smirk tugged at her lips. "But tell me—are you worried about me, or do you just want to watch your big sister embarrass herself? Pissing herself?"

Mary’s face burned crimson. "Sister!"

The older sister chuckled, nudging her gently. "Relax, I’m just kidding."

Neither one of them was able to speak. The hush between them was still present, and it was as if it was filled with grief and words left unspoken. After some time, it was the elder sister who, with a quiet but firm voice, put an end to the silence.

The older sister felt Mary’s face with her hands, making her look at her. "We’ll get through this. Together. Like always," she said.

Mary could only give her sister a weak and broken smile. "Together," he replied.

The older sister went on with the intimate gesture and put their foreheads together. "Now get some sleep. Tomorrow, we start planning our next move," she said without waiting for her answer.

Mary nodded before walking away, but her words were so quiet only she could hear them. "What is our next move?" he asked.

The older sister didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she turned and looked at the window, squinting as if she could see through the night, though the trees, beyond whatever it was. "Survival," she said eventually. "For now, that is enough."

Mary did not insist. She took the initiative, faced the wall, lying down on the temporary bed, and simply nodded. After a while, the older sister turned off the lanterns, throwing the tree house into near-darkness.

I was there with my body tense, my cock still throbbing with a mix of pleasure and something darker - possessiveness. These women were survivors. Fighters. And they were mine to watch.

For now.

But I wanted more.

I wanted to know everything. Their names. Their past. The secrets they carried. And most of all - I wanted to know what it would take to make them mine.