Act 6: Don’t Throw Stones & the Truth About Kate

Vince’s date with Helen went splendidly. She was over the moon to get a glimpse behind the scenes of movie-making and the rides and food at the City Walk were the icing on the cake. Helen was attached to Vince’s arm the entire walk back to the car.

“This doesn’t make up for all of it, you know,” Helen stated firmly as she got in the car and Vince closed the door.

“I didn’t think so,” he replied with a grin. “Magic Mountain next time?” he queried and Helen began clapping and squealing. “The date will depend on what my people find out about Kate,” he said in a somber tone. Helen sighed, and he could see her nodding.

As soon as they walked in the door at home, Vince’s phone went off. “I have to take this,” he called out, patting Helen on the head and kissing Claire’s cheek. “Give Claire all the details, Helen,” he called over his shoulder.

Vince listened intently as his team gave him a report on their findings so far. Then when they finished he said. “Okay, send me that link,” then before hanging up said, “Oh, and keep looking, I want all the info you have. I’ll call his boss on this side.”

When Vince opened the link he nearly dropped his phone. He stared dumbly for several minutes at the video playing before shutting it off and forwarding the link to his email for later scrutiny. He ambled back to the kitchen and went right to the refrigerator.

“I’m doing chicken stir-fry for dinner tonight,” Claire called out as he walked into the kitchen. With beer in hand, Vince motioned to the girls to follow him and he walked out to the back patio.

Vince dropped into one of the heavy, wooden Adirondack chairs that sat around a stone fire pit. He twisted the top off the beer bottle and flipped it into the pit. When the girls were seated near him, he sighed.

“Well, they have some information on Kate,” he blurted out, before taking a long pull from his beer. “She showed up at Haneda Airport five years ago, and stayed in some of the capsule hotels and internet cafes in and around the Airport.”

“Where is she now?” Claire asked expectantly. “What else do they know?”

Well,” Vince sighed. “That’s where it gets sticky.” He finished off his beer in two more swallows and went on. “After nearly a month she ran out of money and began panhandling,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

“While panhandling itself isn’t a crime in Japan, the fact that Police noticed a foreigner begging for money made them suspicious,” both girls gasped loudly. The implications were clear.

“She was arrested, and when they felt she wasn’t a criminal, just unfortunate and down on her luck, they released her to the U.S. Consulate in Tokyo,” Sighs of relief escaped Helen and Claire at that news.

“But, that’s where it gets sticky,” Vince continued. “After she was dropped off at the Consulate, we have no idea what happened,” he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “No idea what happened to her from there. My people are still looking.”

Monday came and Claire was off to work. Helen was off to her final week of High School before graduation and Vince had the house to himself. The first thing he did when he was alone was to open that video link again.

He wanted, no need to confirm what he had seen. Setting his earbud firmly in his ears, he opened the link and began to watch. The problem was, that she didn’t even try to hide her true self.

There was Helen, naked as the day she was born and flaunting her tight teen body on OnlyFans. Vince had to admit, she was a lot sexier than he’d imagined.

Helen’s lean body and small breasts made her look half her age. Vince was sure that was part of the allure. She even advertised herself as being “Barely Legal,” and she had quite a few followers. She was performing acts of masturbation for pay.

This particular video, showed her dancing around naked, occasionally spreading her thighs to expose her shaved pussy. Vince could tell by the look of it, she hadn’t ever been fucked. At least not in her pussy.

The bright red plastic tail hanging between the legs gave another story entirely. Vince had seen these before. Japanese Hostess girls liked wearing them. They gave another level of playfulness and allowed customers to make the girl cum without touching them.

Sure enough, Helen picked up a remote of the same color and pressed a button. She moaned and began gyrating her hips. When she fell back on her bed, she let her legs fly up and spread them.

Vince could now see the plastic tail protruding from Helen’s puckered anal sphincter. He felt himself getting hard. This was too much. First he just outright fucked the eldest of his sisters and was still doing it days later.

Now, he was getting hard thinking about Helen’s ass and how it would feel if he was inside her ass instead of that toy vibrator. He felt sick to his stomach and slammed his laptop closed. But he still jacked off to relieve his throbbing member.

Vince made a fake Gmail account and forwarded the link to Helen with a note that read. “I know,” and nothing else. She would instantly think it was Vince, but he wondered if she would bring it up or simply be more careful from then on.