Chapter 1: Introduction
The house was silent except for the distant hum of traffic outside—a stark contrast from just an hour ago when it echoed with chaotic shouts and slamming doors as my family rushed off for their annual holiday vacation without me tagging along this year because “college kid things.” I stood in our sprawling foyer looking around at my empty home—the large spiral staircase leading upstairs where my parents’ room resided; straight ahead through our grand living room lay our expansive backyard; and to my right was our dining area where we rarely ate together as a family due to my parents’ hectic I wandered into the living room, admiring the tacky holiday decorations my mom had insisted on putting up—neon-colored lights that flickered in time to no discernible tune, and pink and purple flowers strewn everywhere like some sort of twisted Easter egg hunt. The walls were adorned with suggestive posters of half-dressed men, which my parents apparently thought were just “artistic.” I rolled my eyes and flopped down onto our oversized, leather couch, my hands resting on the cool glass of our coffee table.
A sudden buzzing startled me.
I looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. It was coming from my mom's phone on the kitchen counter—a forgotten relic in the midst of the family's hurried departure. I stood up and walked towards it, reading the message on the screen. It was from our family group chat:
>Mom: Just landed! Wifi here is spotty, so we might not be able to chat much. Love you all! ❤️
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>Dad: Yes, love you too! Tell Kevin we'll call him tomorrow.
I snorted at the notion that they'd remember to call me tomorrow—or ever, for that matter—and tossed the phone back onto the counter. Well, looks like I'm home alone for the holidays, I thought to myself with a smirk, rubbing my hands together eagerly.
I could either sulk around the house, feeling sorry for myself, or make the most of this unexpected freedom. The choice was obvious. A mischievous glint sparked in my eyes as I surveyed the room, my mind already racing with ideas.
He read gay porn magazines he kept hidden in a secret place in his wardrobe. He had watched enough movies to know how things could go wrong when left home alone. But those were just kids, and this was Kevin McCallister, 20 years old and far from innocent—in more ways than one.
I stood up and stretched, a wicked grin playing on my lips as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I opened the closet door and scanned the shelves until I found what I was looking for: a small, black box tucked away behind a pile of clothes.
I pulled it out and popped it open, revealing a collection of items that would make MacGyver proud. BB guns, fishing line, paint cans, and even a blow-up doll—a remnant from last Halloween's party that I'd never gotten around to deflating.
A knock at the front door startled me, and I quickly shoved the box back into the closet, closing the door just as another knock sounded.
I hurried downstairs, trying to play it cool as I approached the door. I peered through the peephole and saw a familiar faces Harv and Marvin the two burglars he encountered as a kid.
Now older and seemingly wiser, they wore dark clothing and carried what looked like crowbars. My heart pounded in my chest, but excitement quickly replaced any fear. This was going to be fun.
I opened the door just a crack, enough to see their confused expressions as they looked around at the empty street. "Hey, kid. We're here for the McCallisters," Harv said, his voice gruff and unrecognizable from my childhood memories.
"Yeah, sorry.
They forgot something," I said casually, leaving out any mention of me being left home alone for the holidays. "Can I help you with something?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly.
Harv and Marvin exchanged a glance before Harv spoke up again. "We're just here to collect some valuables they left behind," he said, his eyes scanning the house behind me.
"Oh, really? Like what?" I asked, playing dumb as I stepped aside to let them in.
They grabbed the 20 year old Kevin McCallister and dragged him to his room where they locked the door and threw him on the bed.
Harv sat on the edge of the bed next to him, his eyes scanning over his body with a lecherous gleam in them. Marvin stood by the door, arms crossed over his chest, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watched his partner ogle Kevin.
"So, kid," Harv began, running a hand through Kevin's hair and tugging gently on the strands. "What do you say we make a deal?
You tell us where your family keeps their valuables, and we won't have to... persuade you." Harv's voice was low and threatening, but there was an underlying note of amusement in it that sent shivers down Kevin's spine—not from fear, but from something else entirely.
Kevin smirked up at him, not even trying to hide his own amusement. "Persuade me? You can try," he taunted, knowing full well that these two were no match for him and his well-stocked closet of homemade weapons.
"But I think you'll find that I'm not so easily persuaded."
Harv chuckled, leaning in closer until their faces were inches apart. "Is that so? Well, maybe we should just skip the pleasantries then." His breath was hot and smelled like stale cigarettes, but Kevin didn't flinch.
They took off Kevin's shirt exposing his chest .He moaned softly as Harv began to kiss his neck and caress his chest .Marvin watched them with keen interest his hands rubbing against his own chest . Marv licked Kevin's chest with his tongue . Kevin's body shivered as a sudden wave of pleasure ran through him . Marv's hands moved up to Kevin's chest teasing his nipples with his fingers . Kevin moaned louder and longer . Harv moved down from Kevin's neck to his chest licking his nipples . Kevin gasped at the sensation . "Looks like we found something valuable after all," Harv murmured against Kevin's skin .
Kevin smirked "I told you , you'll find me not so easily persuaded" .