Chapter 5 V

Brandon's [POV]

I realized that the days at the office were going to be long early on. I was staying up late, sometimes texting and sometimes seeing a new girl here and there and I noticed my brother's dark looks a few weeks in as I yawned yet again.

"Brandon," he said in frustration from the computer as I stood by the window. He was such a good boy and kept his recreational activity to a minimum and I felt the looks from my family every day.

"I'm fucking here, Brent. What do you want from me?" I demanded after I made sure that the office door was closed.

It was a private office and I thanked Dad every day for that.

"Help? There's a lot to do here even with the staff." He barked at me, frowning as he read something.

"Dad had an assistant sometimes, right? His person to help him, not managers or anyone out there?" I was getting an idea as Brent looked at me. He nodded.

"We could do that."

"What are you thinking?" Brent asked as he leaned back and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"There are a lot of gorgeous women here and as much as they flirt, we can't go there with staff."

He had a good point. Some of the women had gone far in their flirtations, even popping up in here half-naked to try and seduce us.

"So, we get an assistant. We look for a hot woman that will assist us with everything."

"You think we need a sex slave for this place?" I asked, admitting that my cock twitched at the idea.

"In part. She could be smart and help with other things, though we'd be less on edge here at the office."

Brandon's eyes were gleaming as he spoke and I frowned at him. Dad would never do this, but he was a happily married man when he started the business.

He had no reason to since he had a loving wife at home. He still worked hard here and I wondered if we could do the same. It also wouldn't be the first time that we shared a woman.

There were a few times that happened, both in high school and afterward. Women like the idea of two hot guys fucking them, and being twins just sweetened the pot.

I looked around the spacious office thoughtfully, complete with a sofa and an extra desk that would work for someone, as well as the desk outside of the office.

The only windows that we had were looking over the city, with the office being at the end of the building and very private if we closed the door. The door was also locked.

"I don't know, " I said, even though I missed the nights with the women now that we were working. This was a sudden change for me, though I didn't vocalize it as much as Brandon.

"Let's just do some interviews. Everyone knows how busy we are," Brandon suggested as I gave him a long look.

"Fine," I agreed as he grabbed the spare laptop and typed something in. It was always busy around here and we didn't always want to bother the rest of the staff, and if we had someone running the well-trained office, we could take a bit of time off here and there. It might be a great idea.

The interviews started the following week and we interviewed a few women as people looked on in the office.

The girls were young, close to our age, and beautiful since we made sure of that fact before we went ahead with a meeting.

We ended up hiring a beautiful Japanese American woman that had a college degree in business but also understood what we were interested in.

Her name was Cecile Lee and she was twenty-three with a degree in Business, though that wasn't the main reason that we selected her.

In the final interview, we outlined clearly what we wanted from her and explained that she would be signing a contract that would not allow her to reveal anything that happened in the building.

She raised a perfect eyebrow at the mention of sexual favors in the office but a long look at the two of us with her dark eyes ended with a provocative smile.

Once we agreed on the terms, we hired Cecile and handed her a thick stack of paperwork to fill out for the job.

She filled it out, reading it carefully before signing each paper. We told her that she could start the following Monday, high-fiving one another when she closed the door behind her.

"Did you see that sweet little ass?" Brandon asked as I felt my cock stirring. I sure did.

Cecile was petite but I could tell that she was feisty. I sensed that she was going to be a fun addition to the office.

"I can't wait to see those tits," I agreed as Brandon nodded. We still had Friday and the weekend until she started but I was certain some women would welcome us into their beds.

Getting it at the office would make us both relax and it was quite the setup. There was the large desk, the couch, and even the bathroom that was attached to the office.

My father liked to work and didn't want to go far from that, and I thanked him for that. I was slightly ashamed of what we were doing in his former space, but I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't bring Mom in here a time or two.

They were very much in love and highly affectionate towards one another. I pushed that idea out of my head, walking towards the computer to try and get some work done.

I felt some nagging doubt about what we were doing, but we couldn't get involved with any of the women here. We were owners of the company and that was not a possibility, no matter how gorgeous or willing they were.

Cecile knew the deal and seemed more than eager to please us, and I knew that work was going to get that much better now.

Brandon and I left the office with smiles on our faces, answering vaguely about the new assistant. I assured the managers that we were swamped with work and she was just going to lend a hand.

We didn't want to bother them with every little thing. Dad had assistants so it wasn't new and they seemed to accept that.

We got into the car and shared a long look and grinned before heading home for dinner. We didn't tell Mom our plan.

She just needed to know that we were working hard in the company and that we were going to take care of her and Ashley.

With a woman in the office, we could spend more time at home with them. It was a perfect situation. We left the office Friday night to go and meet some friends for drinks and dinner since Mom and Ashley had plans that night.

The sports bar was packed and we sat at a table with a great view of the hockey game in the background, eating some appetizers and sharing a pitcher of beer.

Brandon finished the night by leaving with a leggy brunette on his arm, looking ready for a little action. I'd noticed a blonde and once we got to talking, I decided to leave with her for a little fun.

After a wild Friday and Saturday night, we were able to sleep in on Sunday and get back to the tradition of supper with Mom and Ashley.

It was bittersweet and Mom shed a few tears through the meal, but we kept sitting there and talking through the hard emotions. We sipped beers on the open porch once we were alone and Brandon looked over the lights of the city.

"Tomorrow is the day," he said gruffly as he looked at me.

"I think it will be the best thing. Mom needs us and we can work and play throughout the day. It's perfect."

"I think so as well," I agreed, ready to try and balance our lives. We needed the touch of a woman but we also needed to run the company in Dad's memory.

We needed to take care of our mother and our sister.