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Brother Spy Chapters 1-8
Sigerson H.
mfffFFg-cons-inc-voy
Chapter 1 - A normal boy in a house filled with women
I didn't start out to be a spy. But I had a twelve year-old boy's
interest in seeing naked women and I lived in a house full of females.
I really couldn't help my self. I started out by trying to catch them
undressing in the pool house or coming out of the bathroom after a
shower. That just made them lock doors and put on robes before walking
out of the bathroom. This caused a great deal of frustration for my
normal twelve year-old boy balls. So I was forced to find other means
to satisfy my normal desires.
Yeah, that's a bunch of hogwash. I was a horny little kid who wanted
to see naked girls and when I couldn't peep at them through keyholes or
windows I found other means to do it. So, here's my story. I'm
seventeen now and all of this started when I was twelve.
Let's go back in time five years. Here is my family as it was at that
time.
My mother, Alice, is 37 years old. Mom is a soap addict. She watches
six or more everyday. At dinner she used to try to discuss the
characters with us but as we found out they were just characters on TV
we stopped holding up our end of the conversation. Eventually she
stopped trying to get us interested.
Mom has a body that is still in very good shape for a woman her age.
She has huge tits that my horny twelve year-old boy hormones want to
caress and suck every time I see them. She is 5' 8" tall and weights
130 pounds. (This part I got off her driver's license) Her husband
(my dad) died in a car accident two years ago and he left us enough
money between the insurance and royalties from his patents that mom
doesn't really have to work. She works part-time anyway so that she
will have money for "extras" she says. I think she just doesn't want
to stay home alone some days. She is torn between her soaps and the
quiet noises that a house makes when no one else is home. (She is
still that way. I feel sorry for her.)
My oldest sister is Martha. She will be sixteen in another month. She
inherited mom's chest although she is a good 5 inches shorter than mom
is. She also got all of my father's intellect without the mathematical
and engineering bent. Martha is more interested in people than in
technology. She only learned to use a computer when my dad showed how
to find out things on the Internet. She manages to keep her weight
down only by her periodic crash diets and swimming in our pool.
Jane is the real athlete in the family. She is fourteen and she does
not have an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Her boobs are just
small bumps on her chest. I've seen her in a dress only twice in my
life. The first time was at our Aunt Mary's wedding. The second time
was at dad's funeral. She gets so-so grades in school but she can
outrun and outfight any boy in school. I watched her do both one day.
She was at a school track meet when she beat every girl's and every
boy's time in the 100-meter and 200 meter races. Later that day, some
jock she had beaten in the race tried to bully her into getting off the
track team. I watched her kick his ass royally. The guy wouldn't have
tried it if he hadn't caught her alone on a short cut from school to
our house. There was no way he was going to report being beaten up by
a girl three years younger than himself, so he just made up a story
about being attacked by some members of the other team. They left him
with two black eyes, a split lip, and a cracked rib. Jane didn't know
I had seen her teach him a lesson and I was careful to stay on her good
side from then on.
Tiffany is ten years old. She is the only really feminine girl in the
family. Tiff hasn't started developing a figure yet, but I think she
will tend to favor mom's curves more than Jane's does. She is heavily
into dolls and horses and all the other things that girls are supposed
to be interested in at that age. As far as my mother is concerned
Tiffany can do no wrong. If Tiff has a fight with any of us, we
automatically lose when mom gets involved. Consequently we try to keep
mom out of any disagreements we have with Tiff.
My name is Edison. Yes, I was named after the inventor. My father was
an admirer of Thomas Edison and took the first opportunity he got to
name a boy after him. After three girls he had almost given up hope.
I didn't disappoint him. I also inherited dad's interest and ability
in electronics.
I developed an interest in electronics before I was six years old. I
built my own short-wave radio receiver before my seventh birthday. By
the time dad died, I was able to design and put together just about
anything electronic.
Our house is a pretty old structure on the edge of town. My parents
bought it after dad's royalties started coming in at a rate that
allowed dad to quit working for another company and go out on his own.
The folks moved all of us to the edge of a small town in western
Minnesota because 'the kids will have a nicer environment to grow up
in.' (Well, it provided me with just the hook I needed to get a good
close-up look at my sisters naked bodies. That was nice.)
There are five bedrooms and three bathrooms on the second floor of the
house. My mother has her own bathroom adjoining her room. Martha and
Jane share a bathroom that is between their bedrooms. They each have a
door that leads directly into the shared bathroom. Tiff and I share
the third bathroom. Our bathroom only has a door to the hallway. We
don't rate private entrances like the older people I guess.
The house also has an attic that is partly finished although it is not
insulated. That means that the attic is uninhabitable for six months
of the year because it is too hot or too cold. But it came in very
handy when I wanted to run wiring for my various electronic projects.
Like a lot of boys, I was obsessed with sex. I had managed to get my
hands on the occasional copy of a men's magazine in order to fuel my
fantasies. But I wanted something more. I had just drifted off to
sleep after masturbating one night when I had the dream that shaped my
destiny.
-----
Dream 1
I dreamed that I was walking around the house with a video camera. I
walked into my sister Tiff's bedroom and videotaped her sleeping. She
got up when her alarm went off. But when she got out of bed she didn't
see me. I followed her to the bathroom. I kept filming her as she
peed and undressed and showered.
I left the bathroom after she got into the shower. I wandered down the
hall to Martha and Jane's bathroom. Jane was standing at the sink with
a towel wrapped around her body. Martha was in the shower. The radio
in the bathroom was tuned to their favorite radio station and Martha
was singing along with the record that was playing. Martha turned off
the water and was just pulling back the shower curtain when I woke up.
-----
I was frustrated at not catching a glimpse of her gorgeous tits. But
an idea began to grow in my mind.
I could mount small cameras in the girls' bedrooms and bathroom! I
could watch them whenever I wanted. Cameras were getting smaller all
the time. I could mount them so that they would be invisible to the
untrained eye.
I drifted back to sleep contented that my lust for viewing naked female
bodies was about to be satisfied.
Chapter 2 - The PEEPER Is Born
The enthusiasm of a brilliant idea from a dream subsided as I started
to get realistic. I needed to mount the cameras so that the girls
would want them in their rooms and in their bathrooms. I couldn't have
them broadcast TV signals because that might interfere with other
radios and TVs in the house. The signals could also be intercepted by
some pervert who had nothing better to do than eavesdrop on someone
else's private peeping operation.
I sat down at my computer and began to design my PEEPER (Personal
Electronic Eye Platform for Examination and Relaxation). I just love
making up acronyms.
I started by looking up TV cameras on the net. I wanted a small color
TV camera. The camera had to have a pretty wide angle also. I
couldn't think of a way to have the girls undress in the same spot
every night. They might become suspicious.
The camera also had to be powered by normal house current not
batteries. I didn't want to have to change batteries every few days.
It also had to hardwired to my receiver so that it didn't broadcast
pictures to everyone. The cameras couldn't be mounted in walls because
they wouldn't have the flexibility to be moved around if the chosen
spot was not optimum for my viewing pleasure. That meant a cabinet to
conceal the camera. But a cabinet meant that there had to be something
in the cabinet that the girls would want in their bedrooms and
bathrooms. My second inspiration struck. A radio!
As I told you we were in a small town in western Minnesota. There
might be 10,000 lakes in the state but there were damn few radio
stations worth listening to if you weren't near the Twin Cities.
Personally, I don't like farm reports, country music, or preachers
telling me I am damned if I don't send them a donation. That had been
a constant complaint of all three girls since we moved out here. The
only radio station they liked was located in the twin cities and could
barely be tuned in most days. If I could provide them with a radio
that picked up WKNZ, they would kiss my feet. Or maybe I would have
them kiss some other part of my anatomy.
I could put a homebuilt FM radio in the cabinet and mount the camera
behind a Plexiglas hatch or window. We were at the fringe of good FM
reception for the WKNZ. I could build a receiver and put up an antenna
and pipe an amplified signal to my special receivers. The girls would
each want one in their bedrooms and bathrooms.
I found the camera I wanted after a half-hour of searching the
Internet. I ordered a dozen of them using my mom's credit card. I
also ordered some cases to mount them in and radio receivers to put in
the cases. Three days later everything was delivered via UPS. God,
this is a great country.
I had ordered extra parts so that I could experiment with design. I
wanted the ones in my sister's bedrooms to be perfect. I wouldn't get
another chance to put in a camera if the first was discovered. I spent
a week designing and assembling the PEEPER-Mark I.
I mounted the first PEEPER on top of the dresser in my room. I had to
string the antenna wire along my ceiling so that the radio would work.
I ran the signal wire for the camera out the back and connected it to
the VCR on my desk. My heart was pounding as I turned on the radio and
TV. The picture was horrible. I could see a snowy blurry picture of
myself sitting at my desk watching an even blurrier picture on a TV.
I tore apart the Mark I and started adjusting components. The blurry
picture was fixed by changing the glass that hid the camera. The snowy
picture was fixed by changing the signal wire from twisted pair to coax
cable. This gave me another brilliant idea. I ran my antenna up in
the attic and connected it to a length of coax cable that I ran down
the wall to my room. I started testing the Mark II PEEPER.
It was better but still not good enough. I could see almost my entire
room. I walked right up to the camera to watch the focus. My face
blurred at about 3 feet from the lens but that seemed good enough. The
picture was no longer snowy. The radio actually had good sound. I
could pick up all of the really cool stations (even WKNZ) with no
static or loss of signal.
I lay down on the bed to contemplate my genius. I was still
congratulating myself as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up in a pitch-black room. Almost pitch black. I could see a
faint red glow on the top of my dresser. The damn camera had a red
light glowing in the case! Of course it does you idiot I thought to
myself. You have to know when the camera is live. If the light is on,
the camera is on. If the light is off the camera is off. I got up and
turned it off. Then I went back to bed. I could start again tomorrow.
-----
Dream 2
I had another dream about watching the girls through my video camera.
This time Tiff talked to me when she got up. I didn't say anything. I
followed her to the bathroom again but she didn't tell me to get out
when she sat on the toilet. When she got into the shower, she asked me
to hand her a washcloth. She thanked me when I gave it to her but she
didn't seem upset by being video taped naked by her brother.
I walked down the hall to Martha and Jane's bathroom. Jane was
brushing her teeth and Martha was in the shower again. Jane looked at
me when I walked in. This time she had a towel wrapped around her
waist and her breasts were bare. There wasn't that much to see. I
edged past her to videotape Martha in the shower. When I pulled the
curtain back Martha had her back to me. I still couldn't see her tits!
I left the bathroom in frustration. Jane grinned at me as I walked by
her on the way out.
"You'll never see her tits that way," Jane said to me.
I walked down the hall to Mom's bedroom. Mom was just getting dressed
as I walked into her bedroom.
"Eddie, dear," she said to me. "Help me with the bra, will you. Just
get the hooks in the back."
I had to put down the camera to hook the back of her bra. When I was
done she turned around to peck me on the cheek. I could see a dark
splotch on the front of her panties where I knew her pubic hair would
be.
I reached out to touch the dark patch on her panties but she turned
around before I could touch it. I heard Jane's voice come from behind
me.
"Hey, perv," said Jane, "you can look but you can't touch."
"He can touch me if we're all naked," said Mom.
I tried to put down the camera so that I could undress but I had one of
those really odd moments in dreams where you seem unable to do even the
simplest task. I could not put down the camera. Mom and my sisters
were all undressing so that I could touch them.
I bent down to put the camera on the floor. When I straightened up the
camera was still in my hand. I tried to undo my belt while still
holding the camera. My belt would not unbuckle. It finally occurred
to me that I could put down the camera and undress if I was back in my
bedroom. I told Mom and the girls to wait for me and I ran back to my
room.
I dropped the camera on my bed and quickly undressed. I started for
the door but the rug slipped out from under my feet and I landed flat
on my back on the hard wooded floor. That woke me up.
----
I was lying on the floor. I had fallen out of bed.
I started to get up when Mom came rushing into my room. She turned on
the light.
"Are you all right, dear," Mom asked me.
The sudden light temporarily blinded me. Thank god my blankets were
wrapped around my waist. I still had a hard on and I did not need to
let my Mom see me in that state.
As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the dark circles of Mom's aureole
through her translucent nightgown. That sight did not help to quell my
erection.
"I'm fine, Mom," I said. "I must have had a bad dream and fallen out
of bed when something was chasing me. I don't hurt anywhere. I'll
just go back to bed."
Mom looked at me for a moment. I smiled at her.
"Thanks for coming to help, Mom," I said. "I'm fine now. Just go back
to bed."
Mom hesitated for a second. She finally said "Good night, Eddie."
I unwrapped myself from my blankets and went back to bed.
Chapter 3 - The Mark III PEEPER
Another flash genius struck while I was in the shower the next morning.
Paint over the damn light. Simple solutions work best. I also decided
to control the power to the camera through my own control panel. I
didn't want the girls turning off the radio and ruining my show.
I incorporated the change into the Mark III PEEPER. It worked
flawlessly.
The fixed camera still bothered me. I looked up small servomotors on
the Internet. I found a place that sold a two axis movable platform
with attached motors at a reasonable price and ordered a dozen with
overnight delivery. My radios were getting very expensive.
The PEEPER was going to work but now I faced another hurdle. I needed
to make the girls want a PEEPER in their rooms and bathrooms. I
assembled another Mark III PEEPER as I thought through this problem.
Genius struck again. If I didn't watch out, I was going to be black
and blue with all these strokes of genius.
I spent the rest of the day assembling a small FM noise generator. I
tried it out on my normal FM radio and found that it made my clock
radio unusable for any length of time.
I mounted my second PEEPER in the bathroom that I shared with Tiff. I
hooked the video out from the monitor into a video recorder. I wanted
to be able to play the highlights later on.
The next morning I got up early and turned on my noise generator. My
clock radio sounded like someone was frying bacon and popping corn on
the air. My Mark III PEEPER sounded perfect. I went into the bathroom
and turned on the second Mark III. It also sounded excellent. I sang
along with the popular tunes as I showered.
I was just finishing brushing my teeth when Tiff knocked on my door and
told me to hurry up. I turned down the sound on the radio and told her
to hold her horses. When I finally put on my robe and left she scowled
at me as she walked in.
"What's that?" she asked as she pointed at my Mark III.
"Just a radio that I built so that I could listen to music as I shower.
Do you want me to turn it off?" I started reaching for the power
switch.
"No," Tiff said, "just get out I need to shower and get going." She
practically pushed me out the door.
I stood in the hallway for a few seconds. She turned up the radio and
started the shower. I went to my room and locked my bedroom door. I
turned on my TV and switched to channel Tiff. She was just taking off
her robe. I watched her hang it on the hook. She quickly took off her
flannel nighty and panties.
I could see everything clearly. The PEEPER box was mounted on a shelf
next to the bathroom mirror. I could see all of Tiff from the top of
her head to just below her knees. Her bare pussy was clearly visible.
Her budding little tit mounds and puffy nipples winked happily at me.
I started to stroke my cock but then forced myself to stop so that I
could watch for blank spots in the field of view. Tiff got in the
shower then and that helped my concentration on technical matters.
I decided that I should lower the PEEPER about six inches and move it a
couple feet to the left so that I could see more over by the sink.
I watched the curtain billow as steam rose from the shower. I need a
transparent shower curtain. No, I thought. That would be a dead
giveaway.
The steam stopped as Tiff threw back the curtain and stepped out of the
shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped her hair. She got another
towel off the rack and started drying herself in the tub. She wrapped
that towel around herself before she got out of the tub and continued
to wear it as she brushed her teeth and dried her hair.
"Goddammit," I muttered to my self, "is she ever going to take that
towel off." I had almost given up hope of more pussy sightings when
she looked at the door and then went to the door and checked that it
was locked.
"What the hell is she doing?" I asked myself.
I didn't have to wait long for my answer. Tiff took off the towel.
She folded it neatly before placing it in the laundry hamper. Then she
turned to face the mirror. She cupped her tiny little girl tits in her
hands and started massaging them. Then I looked closer. No she wasn't
massaging them she was pulling on them. She was trying to make them
grow!
I stifled a laugh at the absurdity of this. Then I felt kind of sorry
for her. She was the most feminine of the girls in the house and she
had the smallest chest of any of them. She desperately wanted to have
a very womanly figure and nature was just not cooperating with her.
Nature would in a few years, but like most little girls, for Tiff a few
years was an eternity. She wanted tits now!
After five minutes of massaging her non-cooperative chest she started
to develop a flush on her cheeks and chest. One hand stopped massaging
a tit and moved toward her belly. It didn't stop there, though. It
continued down to her hairless pussy and she started playing with her
cunt.
My hand followed hers down to my cock. I was matching Tiff stroke for
stroke.
She massaged one nipple with one hand as she rapidly rubbed her cunt
with the other. Her eyes were closed as she started swaying back and
forth. She was really getting into this masturbation. I was pounding
my own meat as I watched her. Suddenly her whole body jerked. She put
one hand on the countertop as she kept the other one sliding along her
slit. She was having one hell of an orgasm!
I squirted cum all over the tv screen.
She finally stopped masturbating. She was leaning almost all of her
weight on the counter now. I smeared my cum all over her face and body
with my fingers. Paying particular attention to her glistening
hairless pussy.
She rested for a minute then got a washcloth off the towel rack. She
held it under the tap until it was wet then she wrung it out and washed
her pussy. She rinsed the washcloth out and placed it on the towel
rack to dry.
I switched the TV off as she reached for her robe. I wiped off my TV
and dressed hurriedly. I met her in the hallway as she got to her
bedroom door.
"How do you like the new radio?" I asked her.
"It's fine," she said. She closed her bedroom. I heard her lock the
door and test it by trying to turn the knob.
I waited outside her door for another few seconds. She turned on her
radio. The static generator was still doing its job. They were still
frying bacon and popping corn on WKNZ. Tiff turned off her radio.
I went into the bathroom to comb my hair. As I turned to leave I saw
the wet washcloth on the towel rack. I looked at the open door. I
closed the door and took the cloth off the rack. I held it to my nose.
I breathed deeply. I thought I could still detect a scent of Tiffs
pussy. I hadn't smelled a pussy before so I couldn't really know for
sure.
I hung the washcloth back on the towel rack and went downstairs for
breakfast.
Chapter 4 - Dangling the Bait to the other Fish
Martha was sitting at the table reading the morning paper while Mom was
making oatmeal for breakfast. I took the comic section of the paper to
read while I waited for the oatmeal. Jane came in from her morning
run. She immediately stripped off her sweatshirt to reveal a very damp
sports bra. Her nipples stood out prominently from the sweat-soaked
bra. I quickly went back to reading my comics.
"Jane, dear," said mom, "I've asked you time and again to please put on
a shirt before you sit down to eat."
Jane rolled her eyes and put the sweatshirt back on.
Mom was just putting the bowls of oatmeal on the table when Tiff sat
down.
Martha and I put down our sections of the newspaper and we all started
eating. I ate in silence as I waited for Tiff to bring up the subject
of my new 'radio'. Tiff did not disappoint me.
"Eddy, where did you get the new radio for our bathroom?" Tiff asked
me.
I had to play this part very well if I was going to see more that just
one sister's pussy.
"I already told you," I said. "I built it yesterday," I said
concentrating hard on keeping my tone dismissive and unconcerned.
"It works pretty well," Tiff said. Her tone had just enough
encouragement in it to prompt me to brag about how well I designed and
built electronic things.
"Yeah," I said. I wasn't going to rise to the bait yet. I wanted her
to ask flat out for me to make her a radio just like mine.
"How come your radio can pick up WKNZ better than mine?" Tiff asked
impatiently. She was starting to get a little annoyed at my lack of
interest.
"I designed it to use an antenna that I mounted in the attic," I said
simply. I looked at her blankly, like you would look at a small child
who asked why a mountain was where it was instead of someplace else or
some other equally inane question.
Nobody else knew what we were talking about but they were beginning to
show an interest because of Tiffs persistence in this line of
questioning.
"Well, can you make me one?" Tiff asked with more than a little
irritation in her voice. She had been reduced to asking outright for
something from her brother.
Victory was within reach. I proceeded carefully. Now I was the
fisherman and Tiff was the fish. I didn't want to let her off the hook
or lose my bait. Mom could easily tell me to give it to her and that
would cut my chances for a big payoff at the end.
"I guess I have enough parts to build another one," I said reluctantly.
"But I paid for these parts out of my allowance. Are you going to pay
me back?" I wanted to sound a little whiny and pissed at being made a
slave to Miss Tiff's whims.
"Eddy," said mom jumping in right on cue, "I'm sure you can build your
sister a radio with very little effort. I will pay for the parts if
Tiff doesn't have the money. "
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Jane. She came in early on
this discussion. I didn't want her involved in this until after the
deal with Tiff had been concluded and the new Mark IV PEEPER was in
Tiff's room. That was when Jane and Martha were supposed to hear it
and start demanding one for their rooms. I had to cut this off before
they got too eager.
"I ran an antenna up in the attic and built a special amplifier so that
my home made radio could pick up most of the radio stations in the
Cities," I said. "I wanted to listen to a computer show that is
broadcast from there so I had to build something that would pick up
that station. I just finished it yesterday and put one radio in my
room and one in my bathroom so that I could listen to my programs."
Martha lost interest at this point. Jane stared at me intently. I
felt like I was being measured for a noose or a necktie. Jane finally
decided on necktie.
"Where is this miracle radio?" asked Jane.
"In our bathroom," said Tiff. She also wanted Jane on her side in this
argument. "I'll show it to you after breakfast." The more people that
wanted one of my radios the greater the chance would be for her getting
one first.
After breakfast Tiff showed Jane the Mark III PEEPER radio. It was
still tuned to WKNZ. Jane tried tuning in WKNZ on her boombox. She
grimaced when she found the station and quickly turned it off.
Jane looked right at me. "How much?" she barked at me.
"I don't know." I started to reply.
Jane cut me off. "Now you listen to me you little weasel," she said.
I know you. And I know that you know to the penny how much that thing
cost to make. I'll pay you for the parts and time. When can you have
one for me?"
"A couple days," I said, "maybe less."
Jane turned around and walked out.
My servomotors were delivered that afternoon. I assembled a Mark IV
PEEPER for Tiff. The motors were difficult to control at first so the
Mark V quickly followed the Mark IV. At last I had a winner of a
design. I updated the PEEPER in the bathroom and moved the shelf to
the better position.
I also scouted out the best places in each room to place a PEEPER. I
attached a shelf to the wall in each room that was going to get a
PEEPER. Just as I was finishing the one for Jane's bedroom, Martha
came in and said that she wanted one too. I put a shelf in her room
and in her bathroom then finished by putting shelves in Mom's bedroom
and bathroom. My hand was getting tired from all that screwing and I
hadn't had an orgasm since morning.
I spent the rest of the day running antenna and signal wires to the
other bathrooms and bedrooms in the house. At last I was done. After
supper I went to my room to start assembling the Mark V PEEPER for
Jane's bedroom.
I turned on the TV and switched to Tiffs bathroom. It was empty. I
switched to Tiffs bedroom and saw her lying on her bed. She was
talking on her phone. I couldn't hear anything and this started to
annoy me. Why hadn't I thought to put a microphone in each PEEPER? I
got on the net and ordered more parts.
Tiff had hung up the phone and was reading a book by the time I was
done ordering the microphones.
I was almost done assembling Jane's PEEPER when Tiff got tired of
reading and started getting ready for bed.
She started by checking the lock on her door again. She went to her
window and tugged the already closed drapes one more time. We were on
the second floor of our house. The nearest neighbor who could look in
her window was about five miles away. God this girl was paranoid.
She went to her dresser and took out a clean nightgown and laid it on
the bed. She took off her tee shirt folded it before placing it on a
chair next to her bed. Tiff was wearing a training bra! It must have
been more wishful thinking on her part. The thing had as much shaping
as the tee shirt she had just removed.
She took off her shorts, folded them neatly and placed them on top of
her tee shirt. She finally took off her bra, and folded it, placed it
on her shorts and quickly donned her nightgown. After she adjusted her
nightgown she reached under the hem and tugged off her panties. She
folded them and put them in the clothes hamper in her bedroom.
She walked over to the door and switched off the light. That's all I
could see because it was pitch black in the room. I muttered curses at
my own shortsightedness and got back online to order some low light
cameras.
I finished Jane's Mark V PEEPER and went to bed. I turned on my TV and
VCR and replayed Tiff's morning masturbation as I jacked off. When I
was done I threw the cum-filled washcloth towards my hamper. It landed
on the floor so I got out of bed to throw it in the basket. On the way
back to bed I heard the shower and the radio running in my bathroom.
Tiff was in bed so it had to be one of the other girls. I put on my
robe and looked out in the hall. I could see light coming from under
my bathroom door and Jane and Martha's bathroom door.
I shut my door and turned on the monitor. I could see the steam and
billowing of the shower curtain. I started playing with my cock again
as I waited for my first glimpse of Jane or Martha. At last the water
stopped. The curtain was pushed aside and. Mom stepped out of the
shower!
She got a towel off the rack and wrapped her hair. I watched her
breasts sway as she shook the towel into place. She walked over to the
sink and started brushing her teeth. Her tits swayed even more. She
rinsed out her mouth and I could see her lips moving as she sang along
with whatever was playing on the radio. She threw the towel in the
hamper and started vigorously drying her hair. I squirted cum all over
her furiously bobbing tits.
I cleaned off the monitor again and went to bed.
I had another erotic dream that night.
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I dreamt that mom and Tiff had walked in on me as I was watching Jane
finger fuck herself on camera. I was masturbating as I watched Jane
and had not heard them enter my bedroom. Mom and Tiff were both naked.
"You're doing that wrong," Mom said. "Here, let me show you how. Pay
attention, Tiff, you have to learn this, too."
Mom took my cock in her hand and said, "This is how you do it." She
looked at the screen and saw Jane masturbating.
"Jane's not doing it right, either," she said sounding a little
exasperated. "Tiff, you take over for me while I go help Jane."
Tiff started fisting my cock while we watched Jane masturbate. We saw
Mom enter Jane's bedroom. We could see them talking but couldn't hear
because I hadn't put in the microphones yet. Finally Mom lay down next
to Jane and placed a hand on Jane's bush. She started slowly stroking
Jane's pussy. Jane started sucking on one of Mom's tits. I squirted
cum all over the screen again. Tiff wiped the cum off the screen with
her hand and then rubbed it all over her breasts with the same
massaging motions I had seen her use that morning.
She looked right at me and said in her most serious voice, "You
shouldn't waste it like that."
She got up and walked to the door while she fingered her pussy. "I
have to go help Mom and Jane," she said.
I turned back to the monitor. Mom and Jane were in a 69 position. I
saw Tiff enter the room. She walked over to the PEEPER and mouthed the
words "Goodnight, Eddy" and she turned off the PEEPER.
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That was when I woke up.
Chapter 5 - Everybody gets a PEEPER
I spent the morning assembling PEEPERs. When my parts came that
afternoon it only took a few minutes to finish each one. Each PEEPER
Mark VI had a microphone, a color camera for regular light and a
special low light camera that was sadly only black and white.
Mom and the girls had gone to the nearest big town with a mall and
would not be home until close to dark. I took my time and positioned
each PEEPER in the bathrooms and bedrooms and on impulse I placed one
inside the pool house and another one in such a position that it could
look out on the pool and surrounding patio. I used an extra low light
camera in the pool house since it was not very well lit. I turned them
all on and went back to my room. I switched between each PEEPER and
had to make minor adjustments on all but the original ones in my
bathroom and Tiffs bedroom.
I decided that I needed a monitor board so that I could watch all of
the simultaneously. I priced them out on the Internet and decide I
could do without for the time being. I could use my computer monitor
to watch four rooms simultaneously while I watched a fifth on my TV
screen. That left only four Peepers unmonitored at a time. I could
live with that.
The big shopping expedition arrived home at 7:30. I had sandwich stuff
on the table for them when they arrived. That made everyone grateful
except Jane. She just got more suspicious.
After supper everyone settled down to watch TV. I went to my room to
test everything for the big premier of the Hanson family network.
Everything checked out. At nine Jane walked into her bedroom.
She undressed quickly and then sat down at her dresser to brush her
short hair. I only got a glimpse of her pussy and wasn't quite sure I
had seen what I saw.
Her tits hardly jiggled. If her nipples hadn't been so large you would
have sworn she was a boy. When she was done she got up, put her robe
on, and left her room. I guessed she was headed for her bathroom and I
was right. She started the shower and took off her robe. I finally
got a good look at her pussy mound.
I had been right. She got a pair of scissors out of a drawer in the
vanity and rested one foot on the toilet seat. She started trimming
her pubic hair back to about a finger width in length. When she was
done she fluffed the hair with her fingertips and got in the shower.
She was only in the shower for a few minutes.
She got out and dried herself off then she put the towel on the edge of
the tub and sat down on it. She took a can of shaving gel from the
vanity and got one of those disposable razors out of a bag of them in
the bottom drawer of the vanity.
Jane smeared some of the gel along the edge of her bikini line and
started to shape her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. She had started out
with a small triangle that pointed at her cunt lips and a wide base.
By the time she was done the triangle was very narrow and was only a
bout two inches long. Jane stood up and examined her handiwork in the
mirror. She played with the remaining hair and spread her pussy lips
and played with them. She finally sat down and shaved off the
remaining hair. After rinsing off her pussy she put on her robe and
went back to her bedroom.
She hung up her robe, turned off the light, and got into be nude. I
had considered whether or not any of my sisters were the type to sleep-
nude. I had arrived at the conclusion that Jane did and Martha might.
So far I was right. The lowlight camera worked, though not perfectly.
Features were blurred but you could see heads and limbs.
I adjusted the gain on the camera and abruptly everything snapped into
focus. It was somewhat better than watching a grainy black and white
movie. Jane was lying on her bed watching TV and playing with her
pussy. Eventually she turned off the TV and I had to adjust the gain
again. When I got it adjusted I could see that she was really into her
masturbation session. She wasn't rubbing her cunt thought. She had a
large dildo that she was thrusting in and out of her cunt with one hand
while she fingered her clit with her other hand. She came quickly and
suddenly. Her back arched and she stopped fingering her self although
she continued the rhythmic thrusts of the dildo for another minute.
Finally that stopped and she laid on the bed with her legs spread and
her hands at her sides with that dildo sticking out of her cunt. She
looked more like a boy than ever. I zoomed in on the dildo and saw
that it was really a doubleheaded dildo. One head was still insider
her vagina.
As I watched I saw the second head slide out of her cuntlips and Jane
wiped the pussy juice off her crotch with a washcloth. I zoomed back
out. Jane got out of bed and put on her robe. She stuffed the dildo
up one sleeve and walked to the bathroom. I switched cameras again.
I thought there might be another show but all she did was wash off the
dildo and dry it with a towel. I switched back to her bedroom so that
I could see where she kept her latex lover. She kept it in the bottom
drawer of her dresser in a long box. I made a not to myself to
investigate what other toys might be in there.
Martha walked into her room and switched on the light. I turned off
channel Jane and switched to channel Martha.
Martha hung up her clothes as she took them off. I watched eagerly as
she finally got down to her bra and panties. At last she uncovered her
breasts. I had hoped she would brush her hair while bra less so that I
could watch her tits sway and wiggle but I couldn't get lucky twice in
one night. In stead of brushing her hair she took off her panties and
went to her dresser to get a nightie. Martha did not trim or shape her
pubic hair at all. She had a full thick bush of dark hair that covered
her entire pubic mound.
Martha put on her nightie. The nightie was almost translucent. It
clung to every curve of her body and I could see the faint dark patch
of her hair through the material. Martha also had very large aureole
with prominent nipples that poked into the material of her nightgown.
She put on her robe and walked to the door. I switched to the
bathroom.
Martha took off her robe and nightie. She reached for the washcloth
that Jane had used to wash her 'friend' and used it to giver herself a
quick sponge bath. She started to wash her face with the cloth and
stopped suddenly. She sniffed the cloth and then wrinkled her nose.
She rinsed the cloth thoroughly. She wrung it completely dry and put
it in the hamper. She got a clean wash cloth and used it to finish
washing her face.
Martha sat down on the toilet and put her hand between her legs. At
first I thought she was going to masturbate but instead she pulled out
a used tampon. She wrapped it in toilet paper and took a new tampon
out of its wrapper. She stood up a little bit and inserted the fresh
tampon into her vagina. She washed her hands, put on her robe and went
back to her bedroom. The lights went out and Martha got into bed. I
watched for a few more minutes but TV Martha was off the air for the
night.
I stayed up for another hour but Mom didn't show up in her bedroom or
bathroom. I turned everything off and went to bed. I dreamed about my
sisters and my mother again.
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This time they were all standing facing me as I lay on my bed. I was
masturbating my self while they watched me. The girls were fingering
them selves while they kept up a running critique of my masturbation
technique. Mom kept telling me how to do it right. The girls just
kept telling how I was doing it wrong. Mom tried to tell them to be
quiet but they just kept talking. Jane reached between my legs. She
grabbed my balls and squeezed them just short of being painful. "Are
you gonna squirt on me, Squirt?" Jane asked.
"Don't, Jane," said Tiff. "I need his cum on my tits to help them grow
bigger."
"Pussy juice works just as well," said Jane. Jane reached between her
own legs and scooped up a handful of juice, which she smeared all over
Tiffs breasts. Mom and Martha each got some pussy juice out of their
own cunts and smeared that on Tiffs chest also. I noticed that
Martha's pussy juice was tinged with pink. Then I noticed the little
string hanging out of Martha's cunt. Martha was still on the rag.
Tiff was rapidly massaging her breasts as Mom and the girls took turns
rubbing pussy juice all over Tiffs body. I started cumming. Jane
scraped the semen off my groin and chest. She rubbed some of my semen
on her breasts and some on Tiffs breasts.
Jane's breasts started growing. Tiffs breasts started growing.
"These things are too damn big," said Jane. "Mom can you suck them
back to normal size?"
"Certainly dear," said mom. Mom started sucking on Jane's tits and
they started shrinking back to their normal size.
"Are they even, dear?" Mom asked Jane.
Jane cupped her tits in her hands and looked at them critically.
"Yeah," she said, "they're the right size now."
Tiff's tits had grown until they were larger than Mom's.
Mom looked at Tiff's chest. "Suck them back to the size you want,"
said mom.
Tiff stuck one tit in her own mouth and started sucking on it. I could
see her cheeks expand and contract and it looked like Tiff was drinking
something. The tit she was working on started shrinking until she
could barely reach the nipple. Tiff turned her attention to the other
tit and repeated the process. When they were about the same size she
quit sucking on them.
"They're still too big," Tiff said.
"Lean over Eddy's bed," said mom.
Tiff leaned over be with her tits pointed right at my cock. Mom and
Martha each grabbed a Tit and started milking Tiff like she was a cow.
Her milk was squirting all over my cock and balls. I tried to reach up
to Tiff's tits but she just slapped my hand out of the way.
I tried to reach for Mom's and Martha's breasts but also got my hand
slapped. I tried to reach for one of the cunts that seemed only inches
from my face. Again my hand was slapped. I was getting hornier. I
reached down to my own cock but felt another hand slap my hand. The
warm milk was flowing from Tiff's breasts in a steady stream now. Milk
was flowing from all of the breasts around me. My whole body was
bathed in a shower of breast milk. I came again.
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I woke up as the cum started to cool off.
Chapter 6 - Mom goes Skinny Dipping
My whole bed was soaked. I thought I had wet the bed but it was only
sweat. I looked at the clock. It was midnight. I went to the
bathroom to clean up a little and cool off.
I washed the cum and sweat off my body using a damp wash cloth.
The sponge bath woke me up enough so that I decided to play with my
PEEPERs for a few minutes. Tiff, Jane, and Martha were all asleep but
Mom's bedroom was still empty. I checked the bathrooms and finally the
pool house and the pool. Mom was taking a midnight swim!
She was swimming laps in our small pool with no lights on. I adjusted
the gain and zoomed in to look at her more closely. She wasn't wearing
a suit either. My own mother was skinny-dipping. I tried to keep mom
in close-up by moving the camera in rhythm with her steady stroke. I
almost had it down pat when all of a sudden she stopped and I over ran
her body by a few feet before I managed to stop. I zoomed back out to
find her.
She wasn't alone any more. There was another figure standing beside
the pool talking to mom. I couldn't see her clearly in the low light
but it was a woman. She was wearing a beach robe and was taking off
her sandals as she talked to mom. She didn't seem bothered by Mom's
nudity and Mom did not seem bothered by her presence.
The woman stood up and removed the robe. After throwing the robe on
one of the beach chairs she reached behind her back and unhooked a
bikini top and threw that on the chair also. Her bikini bottom
followed this. She then jumped in the pool and she and mom started
swimming laps together.
My curiosity was pushing me to identify Moms skinny dipping partner. I
tried zooming in on the other woman but her face was half hidden in the
water at one end of the pool and it was too dark at the other. I
needed more light. Eddy the boy genius solved another problem.
I fished my house key out of my pants. When mom had installed a garage
door opener she had given all of us a remote control for the garage
door. The opener also turned on the light in front of the garage. One
quick push turned on the light. If the button were held for two
seconds the garage door would start to open. A motion sensor could
also trigger the light. My bedroom window looked over the drive way to
the garage. I went to the window and looked down on the garage door.
I opened my window quietly. There was a line of low shrubs on the far
side of the driveway. My devious little mind worked furiously to
perfect my plan. At last I was ready.
The light would spill over into the pool area at the far end of the
pool. If I triggered the opener when Mom and her friend were at that
end of the pool they might be startled enough to look at the light and
I would be able to see the friend clearly. The light would remain on
for thirty seconds so I would have to work fast.
I stood by the window as I watched the monitored. I waited for the two
women to get to the right spot. Now!
I pushed the button. The light came on. I looked at the monitor. The
women's faces were lit up like they were in a spotlight. They were
frozen for a second in the light. I had my answer. Aunt Mary!
My Aunt Mary was my mother's sister. She lived about 500 miles away
but would often drop by unannounced if she was passing through town on
her way to the coast. Sometimes she would call ahead and sometimes she
just showed up.
Mom and Aunt Mary swam to the side of the pool and pressed their naked
bodies against the cement as they tried to think what to do if someone
actually walked into the backyard. I threw softball into the shrubs
along the driveway.
The nose startled them and the both giggled with relief. They spoke
quietly together and eventually decided that a rabbit or some other
animal had triggered the light. They remained at the side of the pool
until the light went out. They started swimming laps again. I watched
for a few minutes but couldn't really see very much. I was getting
bored and was about to switch it off and go back to bed when they got
out of the pool.
They started to dry each other off. Mom spent a lot more time than
necessary on Aunt Mary's tits. She spent even more time on Mary's
crotch. This was starting to get interesting.
When they were done drying each other, Mom started kissing Aunt Mary.
Their hands were all over each other's body. I thought they were going
to start having sex right there on the poolside, but Mom broke the kiss
and led Aunt Mary to the pool house. I quickly switched cameras.
Mom and Aunt Mary entered the pool house hand in hand. They went over
to one of the old camp cots that were stored in there. Aunt Mary sat
down on the cot while mom got a book of matches from the shelf and lit
several candles.
Mom returned to the cot and she and Aunt Mary resumed their kissing and
caressing. Mom started sucking on Aunt Mary's tits while she had her
hand buried in Aunt Mary's cunt. In a few minutes Moms hand was
replaced by Mom's mouth. From the look on Aunt Mary's face, she was
having a very pleasurable experience.
I started stroking myself off in time to Mom's tongue on Aunt Mary's
pussy. It was so exciting my own mother eat out her sister that I came
quickly, even after having a wet dream only an hour before. My balls
ached.
I was relaxing and enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm when I noticed
that there was a breeze blowing by me. I looked behind me and saw that
my door was open. I thought I had closed it when I came in from the
bedroom but I couldn't be sure. I walked quietly to the door and
peeked down the hallway. It was empty. I went back to my monitor and
checked the other bedrooms. My sisters were all in bed and looked
sound asleep. A blanket no longer covered Jane. But it was a warm
night and she could have thrown them off. I went to the bathroom to
clean myself off.
When I got back to my bedroom, I made sure I closed the door. I also
locked it and then turned the knob to check that the door was locked.
I threw my keys on top of my dresser and went back to the Mom and Mary
show.
Aunt Mary was eating Mom's cunt now. I started masturbating again but
had to stop when my balls hurt so much I really couldn't get hard. I
checked the other PEEPERs again. Things looked the same.
I watched Mom and Aunt Mary for another half-hour before I got too
sleepy. When I turned off the monitor they were lying side by side on
the cot with a hand in each other's cunt.
Chapter 7 - I Got You Now, You Little Perv!
I slept late the next morning so I missed the Tiff and Jane Shows.
Martha must have slept late also because I was able to watch her go
through her morning shower. I just wish she would lose the damn towel
so I could watch her tits jiggle while she brushed her teeth and hair.
After breakfast I put on my swimming trunks and spent the morning
swimming and sunbathing. I enjoyed replaying the memories of the
previous nights skinny dip and sex party between my mother and Aunt
Mary.
Mom and Tiff said they were going in to town to do some school
shopping. I rejected the implied invitation to go with them.
A little while later Martha and Jane left. Martha said to tell Mom
that she and Jane would not be home until after supper. I was starting
to resent all of these interruptions in my sexual reveries so I just
waved my hand and mumbled yeah to both of them.
At last it got too hot to stay outside so I swam one last lap and went
back into the house. I picked up my softball on the way back to the
house. I showered and got ready to ride my bike over to my friend
Jerry's house but I couldn't find my keys. I couldn't leave the house
empty and unlocked even out here in the country.
I was sure the keys had been in my pants pocket when I went to bed last
night. I had heard the thunk as my pants hit the floor. I checked the
pockets of every pair of pants in my laundry hamper. Still no keys.
I lay down on my bed and forced myself to remember the sequence of
events the previous night. I remembered then what had happened. I had
taken the keys out of my pants to turn on the yard light. I had then
dropped the keys on my dresser. One look at the dresser showed me that
the keys weren't there.
"What happened next?" I asked myself. I had gone to the bathroom to
wash the cum off my hand after I came for the second time that night.
I had used the key to lock my bedroom door after I returned from the
bathroom. And again I had placed the keys on my dresser. I looked at
my dresser. The keys still weren't there.
I looked behind the dresser and under the dresser. I looked in all my
drawers. Still no keys. I was so frustrated now that I was starting
to act irrationally. I gave up looking for my keys. I put an old
porno tape in my VCR and watched three women have sex with one man. I
remembered my dreams of the previous evenings and attached my sister's
faces to the three women and put my own face on the guy. I heard a car
pull up just as the women were starting to make out with each other
while the guy watched. Mom and Tiff were home.
I turned on the PEEPERs in their bedrooms and bathrooms. Mom entered
her room first. She took off her blouse and pants to try on some of
the clothes she had just purchased. Tiff stopped in the bathroom to
piss before she went to her room to begin the same ritual.
When Mom was done looking at the clothes she had just bought mixed with
the clothes she already had, she went downstairs to start supper.
I passed a boring evening waiting for the next show to begin. Martha
and Jane got back just before bedtime. Mom scolded both girls for not
leaving a note. She wouldn't listen to their explanation that they had
told me instead of writing a note. The shouting went on for a half-
hour. It ended with both Martha and Jane slamming their doors. I
watched TV for another hour before going to bed.
I thought I would watch the girls do their nightly routines before
going to bed myself. I wanted to lock my door but remembered that
couldn't find my keys. I automatically looked at my dresser where I
had put my keys last night and there they were!
I had placed my keys in the corner of the dresser nearest the door. My
keys were now in the middle of my dresser. They had not been there all
day. I touched the keys as if I expected them to vanish before my
eyes. I held them in my hand then put them in my pocket. Someone had
taken them this morning and then put them back tonight. Who could have
done it and why?
I dismissed Tiff as a subject. She would have taken the keys as a joke
but she would have taunted me with them not returned them quietly.
I dismissed Mom as well. She wouldn't have taken my keys at all. If
she had found them in any room but mine she might have picked them up
but she would have given them to me and told me to be more careful with
my things.
That left Martha and Jane. Jane was the more likely of the two. But I
couldn't see a motive.
I shrugged it off temporarily. I wanted to see the shows.
Tiff was in her nightgown. That show was already over.
I turned to Jane's Room. Jane was doing her evening stretching. She
was sitting on her floor wearing a pair of bicycle shorts and nothing
else. I watched as she finished her stretching and got on her
stationary bicycle. She started pedaling fast and the sweat began to
run down her chest to discolor her shorts. Bent over that way she did
have more prominent tits but they still did not sway like Moms or
Martha's.
I switched to Martha's room. She wasn't there but she was in the
bathroom. She was just wrapping up a tampon to throw it away. She
didn't put in another one so her period must be over. Now maybe she
would be a little more sexual for me.
It wouldn't be tonight though. All Martha did was wash her crotch with
a wet washcloth and hang it on the hamper. She put on her robe, went
to her room, hung up her robe, then went to bed. End of the Martha
show.
The Mom show was even less exciting. Mom didn't have to wash her
crotch after removing a tampon.
Back to channel Jane. Jane's show was getting interesting. Jane was
completely nude now. She was doing sit-ups while she listened to the
radio. The radio was a little loud and I had to turn down sound on the
microphone so it wasn't quite so loud. Jane went from one exercise to
another. Some of them gave me a great view of her cleanly shaven
pussy. The show could not have been better if I had choreographed it
myself.
At last the exercising was finished. Jane put on her robe to go to her
bathroom. Once there, Jane took off her robe and turned on the shower.
She turned on the radio and was about to get in the shower when I heard
her say "Shit!" She put on her robe and left the bathroom. I thought
she had forgotten something in her room. I watched Jane's bedroom and
bathroom for a minute while I waited for her to show up in one place or
the other.
Suddenly I felt a breeze. A chill went down my spine as I realized
where Jane was.
"I got you now, you little perv!" said Jane quietly behind me.
I turned around slowly. Jane was standing in my room with her robe
open. Her small tits glistened with the sweat from her workout. Her
pussy was also wet but the smell wasn't completely sweat. Jane made no
attempt to close her robe.
She moved up beside me and looked at all the rooms displayed on the
monitor.
"I thought you were after something like this," said Jane. "Did you
enjoy the show tonight?"
"Yes," I said. "From the smell and the juice leaking out of your
pussy, you enjoyed putting on the show for me." I touched her pussy
slit and Jane jumped back from the touch of my hand. I sucked the
sweet taste of her pussy from my fingers.
Jane closed her robe. "Don't try that again, pervert, or I'll break
your hand," she said.
Jane had not sounded the alarm. She hadn't screamed, woken the others,
or attacked me physically. That meant she wanted something from me. I
prodded her to get to the point.
"What do you want to keep quiet about this?" I asked. "You haven't
yelled for help or struck me to exact your revenge so you want
something from me. Tell me what it is and we can work it out."
"I knew you would see reason very soon," said Jane. "Here's my terms.
First, I want you to take the radios out of my bedroom and bathroom.
Second, I want you to put the cameras in Jacqui Schaffer's bedroom and
bathroom. Third, I want a monitor in my bedroom just like this so that
I can watch Jacqui. Fourth, I want all the videotapes of me that you
have. I don't want you pulling your pud over my image anymore."
"Those are reasonable terms from your point of view," I said. "Let me
make a counteroffer, though. First, if I take the radio out of your
bedroom then you will have a hard time convincing Jacqui to put one in
her room. How about if I just take the camera out of your radio
instead. I also want to leave the camera in the bathroom so that I can
watch Martha. I will promise to remain downstairs while you are in the
bathroom as much as possible. Second, I already have a couple extra
radios and cameras that I can put in Jacqui's bedroom and bathroom, but
they will not do much good. I have them rigged to use a wire instead
of broadcasting so that no one else can eavesdrop. Third, I can put a
monitor in your room, but you will only be able to see one camera at a
time because you don't have a computer. Fourth, here is the videotape
that I have used since I put the system in. You are on it and so is
everyone else. Could you settle for just erasing the parts with you on
them? I have some really good shots of Tiff massaging her tits and
masturbating herself. I also have a good sequence of Mom and Aunt Mary
eating each other. Do you want to see it?"
That took her by surprise. She told me to play it back and I rewound
the tape to the start of Mom moonlight swim. I explained how I had
turned on the light so I could see who was Moms swimming companion.
Jane watched it all calmly until Mom and Aunt Mary were in the pool
house eating each other.
Jane was getting very flushed as she watched the tape. Her Robe was
open one again and I could see and smell pussy juice flowing from her
crevice. Jane took off her robe and sat down in a chair. She spread
her legs wide as she watched the monitor. Jane's hand was going in and
out of her hole as she worked her self up to an orgasm. She looked at
me. I was jerking my self off as I watched her. "Get you ass over her
and lick my cunt, you son of a bitch!" said Jane.
I dropped my cock and did as she commanded. In a few minutes, under
Jane's demanding orders, I got the hang of eating pussy. Jane came
about the same time Aunt Mary did.
I sat back on my heels when the pulsations of Jane's cunt subsided.
Jane looked at me with less antagonism than usual. "You do have your
uses," she said. "Come here."
I stood up beside her, not quite sure what she wanted. She put her
hand behind my neck and drew my mouth down to her mouth. She licked
the pussy juice off my lips and cheeks and then pushed me away.
"That's enough," she said. "I like the taste of pussy juice. But I
prefer someone else's."
I started masturbating again as she returned to watching the videotape
of Mom and Aunt Mary.
"Jane," I said, "I'm about to cum. Can I cum on your tits?"
Jane looked at me. She grinned. "Sure," she said. She spread her
legs and motioned me to stand between them.
I stood between her legs and aimed my cock at her chest. Cum started
squirting out all over her chest and belly. When I was done cumming
Jane wrapped her legs around my hips and started squeezing. I thought
my back was going to break from the pressure.
Jane scooped up a glob of cum from one tit. She looked at it for a
minute. She licked it off her finger.
Jane shrugged her shoulders. "A little slimy and salty for my taste.
I don't know what some girls see in it," she said.
I could feel the rubbery lips of Jane's pussy rubbing against my thigh.
She squeezed a little harder. I yelped in pain. Suddenly she opened
her legs and let me go.
I collapsed on the floor.
"Don't ever ask for that again. If I want you to squirt all over me
I'll ask you," said Jane.
Jane stopped the tape. She fast-forwarded to the part that showed her
exercising. She stopped the tape again and ejected it from the VCR.
"I'll just keep this," she said.
"I can help you get into Jacqui's underpants," I gasped. My belly and
ribs ached from the squeezing.
That stopped Jane cold. "What do you mean?" she snapped.
"I know you are in love with Jacqui and I know you want to sleep with
her. After watching you watch that tape of Mom and Aunt Mary, it is
not exactly a secret that you have some lesbian tendencies. I don't
really care about that. But there are advantages to being a shorter
than average 12 year-old boy. People tend not to notice that I am
there when they talk. And if they do notice me that think that I don't
understand what they're talking about. I hear things. Some of the
things that I have heard may help you in the conquest of Mount Jacqui."
This all had a particle of truth in every statement. I was probably
promising more than I could reasonably be expected to deliver, but Jane
had a desire to get into Jacqui's pants and was romantic enough to take
any offer of assistance.
"Talk fast, perv," said Jane. "If I hear something useful in the next
two minutes, we may be able to make a deal."
"Not one guy that Jacqui has gone out with has gotten into her panties.
The most any of them has gotten is a second base feel of her breasts,"
I said. I was thinking fast about everything that I had heard about
Jacqui in the last two years. "Two years ago when the girl's gym
teacher, Miss Smith, quit. She quit because she was suspected of
having an 'inappropriate relationship with one of her students. Nobody
would say which student. All of the girls in school denied having any
relationship at all with her."
"So what," said Jane peevishly. "I denied it, too. Like you said all
the girls denied it, including Jacqui. This is just bullshit, perv.
You don't know shit that can help me."
Jane was getting pissed enough to blow everything. I finally
remembered what had been niggling at the back of my mind since the
subject of Jacqui had come up. I had just remembered a conversation I
had overheard between Jacqui and Miss Smith.
"I know that Jacqui was one of the girls that Miss Smith took out to
her lake cabin for a weekend. I also know that Jacqui went willingly.
I also know that Miss Smith did not succeed in getting into Jacqui's
pants that weekend. But it was not due to lack of trying on her part
and it was in spite of desire on Jacqui's part."
"How do you know all that?" Jane asked severely.
I explained how I had overheard Jacqui and Miss Smith talking. They
had been in Miss Smith's car. They were on their way back from the
lake and had stopped at an overlook near town. The overlook was used
by lovers at night and was usually deserted during the day. I was up
in a tree trying to spy on some girls sunbathing on the beach. I had
heard the car pull up so I just stayed still so I would not be seen.
They had discussed the weekend in great detail. Miss Smith was
apologizing for trying to seduce Jacqui and Jacqui was apologizing for
not giving in to Miss Smith's advances. They had finally agreed that
they would return to the lake in a month. A week later Miss Smith
resigned when someone started spreading rumors about her being a
lesbian.
We spent the next half-hour negotiating the terms of my surrender. I
ended up agreeing to place a transmitter in Jacqui's PEEPERs. I
explained the dangers inherent in broadcasting a signal but Jane was in
lust with Jacqui and wanted to see the object of her affection in the
buff. I agreed to remove the camera from Jane's PEEPER. She agreed to
let the camera remain in the bathroom she shared with Martha. She
would just put a towel over the camera when she wanted privacy. Jane
would also reserve the right to review all my tapes anytime she wanted.
She had the right to confiscate any tape that she found interesting or
objectionable with no recourse on my part. Jane also wanted copies of
any more scenes of Mom and Aunt Mary.
I promised to have the radio done in two weeks. I told her it would
take longer because of the transmitter. She bought the argument.
Jane picked up her robe and started towards my door. She grabbed my
balls on her way past me. She squeezed them to the point that I almost
threw up. "Remember, perv," she said, "This can hurt a lot worse if I
really want it to."
I believed her.
Chapter 8 - Jacqui in the Buff
I used the extra time to get a scrambler for the transmitter that I put
on this unit. A matching descrambler on my receiver brought in a nice
clean image from Jacqui's PEEPER. A few more days of testing would
optimize the receiver.
Jane had already spoken to Jacqui about my special radio receivers.
Jacqui had come over to listen to Jane's radio and was eager to have
one of her own. The camera was already removed from the PEEPER in
Jane's room but I did manage to catch a very brief glimpse of Jacqui's
pussy when she went to the bathroom. Jane came in while I was watching
Jacqui and told me to take a hike until Jacqui left the house. Jane
fingered herself as she watched Jacqui. I left for an hour walk.
Unbeknownst to Jane, I spoke with Jacqui several times in the next few
days as I was finishing the PEEPER.
At last it was finished and tested. The PEEPER was complete and so
were my plans for Jane and Jacqui. I knocked on Jane's bedroom door.
"Who's there?" Jane yelled.
"Eddy," I answered.
"Come in, Perv," said Jane.
I entered Jane's room to see her exercising in her panties and nothing
else. She was doing sit-ups at a pace I could not hope to achieve.
"No point staring at my tits, Perv," said Jane. "There's not that much
to see. What do you want?"
"Jacqui's radio is ready. When do you want to install it?"
Jane stopped her sit-ups. A hungry grin spread over her face.
"Good," she said. "Hand me the phone."
Jane wiped the sweat off her face and body as I handed her the phone.
She dialed with one hand as she continued drying herself off. Now that
I couldn't spy on her with the PEEPER, I was not going to waste any
time that I had to look at her body. Jane just ignored me. She
considered me a non-entity. She was no more embarrassed having me see
her naked than she would be if the family cat was seeing her naked. I
wasn't sure if I should be glad for the opportunity to see her or
insulted at being ignored.
Jane was just finishing talking to Jacqui.
"O.K.," said Jane into the phone, "We'll be over in thirty minutes."
Jane hung up the phone and tossed it to me.
"Get the radio, Perv. We're going to Jacqui's to install it."
"Jane," I asked, "why is it that you don't mind my being in here with
you when you are naked, but you won't allow me to watch you through the
camera?"
"It's a matter of permission, Perv," said Jane. "Every second you are
in my room looking at my pussy and tits, you are seeing them because I
give you permission. I can withdraw that permission any time I want.
Would you leave my room if I told you to?"
"Yes," I said.
"That's right," she said. "And I would be aware that you had left. If
you're spying on me with that damn camera I wouldn't know if you were
looking and if I did know that you were, I wouldn't be able to tell if
you stopped when I asked you to. So if I ever catch you putting that
camera back, I will cut off you balls and make you eat them.
Understand, now?"
"Yes, I do now," I said. "But what about the camera that you want me
to put in Jacqui's bedroom. Doesn't she have that same right of
granting permission to be looked at?"
"That's different," she said as the lust appeared in her eyes again.
"I want to see her."
She rationalized as well as I did.
Jane took off her panties and dropped them on her bed. She grabbed
another pair of panties out of her dresser and turned to me. She
rubbed her crotch suggestively as she grinned at me wickedly.
"Look quick, Perv," she said. This may be the last time I give you
permission to look at my pussy."
Jane stepped into her panties. She slowly pulled them up to just below
her crotch. When her crotch was covered she slipped her hand down over
her pussy and fingered herself for a few seconds.
"God, you should see yourself," Jane said with a laugh. "You're
practically drooling at the sight of my pussy."
Jane picked up the panties that she had dropped on the bed. She threw
them to me and said. "Jack off, if you need to just be ready to go in
ten minutes."
I wasn't sure she was serious. She still had her own hand in her
crotch. The motion of her hand told me she was still fingering her
clit. A faint blush began to appear on her chest as her nipples became
flint hard with arousal.
I unzipped my pants to jack off into the still damp panties she had
thrown to me. It didn't' take long to unload my cum into them to make
them even soggier.
"Put your dick back in your pants," Jane said with contempt. "Then go
rinse out my panties and hang them in the bathroom to dry. I'll decide
later if I want them back. Meet me downstairs in ten minutes."
I rinsed out the panties in my bathroom and then hung them on the towel
rack to dry.
Jane met me downstairs in eight minutes. It was only one block to
Jacqui's so we walked over to install the PEEPER.
Jane rang the bell when we arrived since I had my hands full carrying
the PEEPER. Jacqui answered the door wearing black tights with a white
thong bottom. Jacqui's enormous tits were doing their best to escape
from a black sports bra. My dick was twitching already.
The sound of some exercise tape going in the living room told me that
someone else had been exercising.
"Hi, Jacqui," said Jane breathlessly. "We brought your radio. Per. I
mean Eddy came with me to make sure the installation is done properly."
"Come on in, Jane," said Jacqui. "You too, Eddy." she added as an
afterthought.
I spent the next half-hour installing the PEEPER and running the
antenna wire while Jacqui and Jane talked inanely of boys, clothes,
makeup, and exercise. They also discussed their plans for that
evening. A bar in a nearby town had a teen night once a month where
the bar was closed but the dance floor was open for local teenagers to
listen to music and dance as well as purchase very expensive sodas and
snacks. Jane and Jacqui were going to go to the club to 'pick up some
guys.'
The radio worked perfectly when I was done. The camera couldn't be
tested until I got back home to turn on the receiver.
"I'm done," I told Jane and Jacqui. "I'm going to go home now to
finish some work. I'll call you in about a half-hour after the radio
warms up to make sure that it doesn't need any more adjusting."
Jacqui bought the story but Jane knew that this would be for a test and
adjustments.
"Just make it a quick test," Jane said with a menacing edge to her
voice.
"It'll be a short test," I said. "You'll see how good a job I did."
The receiver was already on when I got home. I had it tuned to Mom's
bedroom but the room was empty. I tuned through all the other rooms to
make sure that the receiver was working properly. I switched to
Jacqui's bedroom.
Jacqui had stripped off the black tights and white thong. She was
wearing the black sports bra and tight bikini briefs as she rummaged
through her closet looking for something to wear. A blouse was lying
on the bed next to two pair of slacks. Jane's eyes were glued to
Jacqui's ass.
I tore my eyes from Jacqui's partially clad body. I started testing
the camera controls. The camera could not quite pickup the corner of
the room that led to Jacqui's bathroom. That could be fixed by having
Jane turn the radio just a little bit to the left. The sound was
coming in good. The picture was good. I took the descrambler out of
the receiver to make sure that the signal was scrambled. It was. The
picture snapped back in when I re-enabled the de-scrambler.
I called Jacqui's phone. Jane picked up the phone next to Jacqui's
bed.
"Hello," Jane said.
"This is Eddy," I said into the phone. "Tell me that the radio seems
to be working fine but that you can hear a little bit of static
occasionally."
"Yes, Eddy," the radio seems to be working but there is some static
occasionally."
"The door to the bathroom is not quite visible," I told Jane. "Turn
the radio just a little to the left. I will let you know when it is
aimed correctly."
Jane turned the PEEPER a shade too far.
"A little too far," I told her. "Back the other way just a cunt hair."
"You wish," she muttered.
Jane got it right that time.
"Perfect," I said. "Tell her to wear a nice black lacy bra with the
red blouse and white jeans. She'll look cute in that outfit."
"Eat shit, Perv," Jane said softly. She hung up the phone.
Jane sat back down on the bed. She hesitated as she watched Jacqui
still pawing through the clothing.
"Jacqui," said Jane, "try this blouse with the white jeans. I think
they'll look very striking together."
Jacqui looked like she had just heard her cat speak perfect French.
She looked at the blouse and slacks that Jane was holding against her
body.
"They do look good together," said Jacqui with a little too much
astonishment in her voice. "Let me see them."
She took the blouse and slacks from Jane. Jane's face turned a very
deep shade of crimson.
Jacqui held the top and slacks against her own body. She appraised
them critically in her mirror.
"You're right, Jane," said Jacqui. She still sounded too astonished.
"This will be perfect for tonight. I hadn't thought about wearing
these together. Thanks for pointing out the ensemble."
Jacqui dropped the slacks on the bed and started to put on the Blouse.
"Come on, Jane," I said to my self. "Tell her to lose the sports bra
and put on a real one."
Jane came through for me. She glanced at the PEEPER and said "Jacqui,
why don't you wear your black lace bra instead of the sports bra."
Jane glared at the PEEPER. "A black lace bra looks a lot sexier when
you're dancing than the sports bra."
"You're right again, Jane. It would look better. Could you get it for
me? It's in the top drawer of my dresser. When did you acquire an
interest in brassieres? I've only seen you in a sports bra or nothing.
Do you even own any other type of bra?"
"I don't have enough up top to justify any other type of bra. Hell, I
don't have enough to even need this one."
Jane walked over to the dresser to get the bra. She took it out of the
drawer. The screen went blank.
I started checking the receiver. It all looked normal. I heard
Jacqui's voice again.
"Jane," said Jacqui, "don't put that towel on the radio. It's wet. I
don't want to damage it. Toss it to me I'll hang it up in the bathroom
to dry. "
The picture reappeared. Jacqui caught the towel and disappeared into
the bathroom. The sports bra was on the bed. I watched those
magnificent breasts bounce back into the bedroom followed by the rest
of Jacqui's luscious body.
Jane did her best not to stare at the saucer-sized nipples that bobbled
enticingly as Jacqui brushed her hair.
"Help me do my bra will you, Jane?" asked Jacqui.
Jane fastened the bra strap with the shakiest fingers I had ever seen
her have. I don't think I could have been that close to those tits and
not tried to suckle my self into oblivion.
"You know," said Jacqui, this bra calls for my black lace panties,
too."
My heart skipped a beat. Jane looked like a child who had just been
offered her hearts desire from the candy counter without having to pay.
Jacqui slipped off her white bikini panties and rummaged in the drawer
until she found the black lace pair she was looking for. She walked
over to the mirror before stepping into them. I had a gorgeous view of
a neatly trimmed and shaped bush before it disappeared behind the black
lace.
Jane was salivating at the thought of getting her tongue into that
snatch. I was too, come to think of it.
I lost interest when the slacks and the blouse came on, so I switched
channels. The most interesting thing was Mom sleeping on her bed
wearing only her bra and panties. Boring white cotton instead of
Jacqui's hot black lace.
I watched on and off for a half-hour until I heard the door slam.
Jane's and Jacqui's voices coming up the stairs told me I had made the
prudent choice. I lay on my bed wearing only my shorts.
The voices faded into Jane's room. It was not a bold leap in logic to
figure that Jacqui was going to get Jane dressed up for the evening in
something besides blue jeans and a tee shirt with a sports bra. I
figured it would take about a minute to discard all the choices in
Jane's room except for her one good blouse and slacks. There was no
other bra so Jane would either go without or wear her regular sports
type. She would be coming into my room in about five minutes. Jane
opened the door in five minutes and ten seconds.
"Eddy," she said loud enough for Jacqui to hear, "I'm going out dancing
tonight. I should be home by midnight."
Jane closed the door behind her before she started telling me what she
really wanted to tell me.
"You little rat bastard Perv," she said quietly, "what the hell was
with the red blouse and white slacks shit? And then you come up with a
black lace bra! I didn't even know she had one. How the hell did you
know? Have you been peeping through her window, you little pervert?
If I find out you have been, I will nail your balls to a board before I
cut them off with a rusty knife. I swear I will."
"Jane," I said, "unlike you, I pay attention to what the girls at
school wear. I don't just look at their asses and tits. If you
compliment a girl on her outfit, you get brownie points for noticing
her and being sensitive to her moods and the statement she is making
with her clothing. I have seen several girls wear a combination of red
blouse and white slacks last year when they were going dancing right
after school. I saw those things on the bed and suggested that you
tell Jacqui that so that you could score the points. I guessed at the
black lace bra because a girl with the fashion sense of Jacqui probably
had one for special occasions. I wasn't as sure about the black lace
panties so I refrained from mentioning them. If you want to get into
Jacqui's bra and panties you will need to pay attention to things like
that. I was willing to help you, but if you prefer, I will just keep
my opinions to myself."
I turned my back to Jane and started reading my book again.
Jane finally spoke up. "Alright, Perv," she said, "I'll buy that."
The anger was gone from her voice but the suspicion was still there. I
was winning. I just had to be careful so that Jane didn't find that
out.
"So what should I wear tonight?" Jane asked me.
"You only have one outfit you can wear tonight. Wear your white blouse
and black slacks. Wear a light colored sports bra not a black or
patterned one. If you don't wear any bra you will advertise to every
jerk in the room that you have nipples and want to show them off. If
you wear a dark or bright pattern sports bra you will advertise to the
jerks that you have tits but they're really small. By wearing a light
colored bra you keep the advertisement to a minimum and make a more
subtle statement."
"Now, when you get to the club, Jacqui's tits will attract the men's
attention for her. You're job will be to show Jacqui that the men are
jerks. After a suitable time length of Jacqui trolling for cocks with
her tits as the bait, you will need to persuade her to come back here
to trash men and watch a movie in your bedroom. I suggest that you
watch this one. You should be back by 1:00 or 1:30 in the morning."
I gave Jane a videocassette that had no label. The movie was about two
women friends who go to clubs to dance and find men. The women find
losers and sleazeballs. One of them ends up getting raped by a man she
thought was a good guy. Her friend beats the shit out of the guy and
rescues her. At the end of the movie they end up in bed with each
other.
"As you can see this tape has no label. It will be in your cassette
rack with eight other tapes that also have no labels. They all have
the same movie, so let her pick the tape to watch.
"You should drive so that you will have an excuse drink only a little
or preferably not at all. On the way to the club, tell Jacqui that you
should look out for each other because some pretty sleazy guys hang out
there. Get her to agree to dance only one or two dances with a guy and
then come back to your table to make sure that neither of you gets
stuck with a sleaze or a loser.
"O course all of your guys will be sleazes or losers. Getting Jacqui
to believe that all of hers are too shouldn't be too difficult. Most
of them won't get their eyes above her tits. Jacqui will notice that
and that should be enough to maker her dump them.
"The danger comes in if she meets a nice guy. They really do exist.
If she manages to attract one you will need to make him appear to be a
sleaze to Jacqui. You can't tell her that he is unless you have some
concrete unbiased proof that he is. After meeting a string of losers
before she finds a good guy she should agree to leave with you when you
show her what a sleaze the decent guy really is. When you get her back
here, watch the movie and you should have your tongue in her pussy
before morning."
"How do I convince her that the decent guy is really a sleaze?" asked
Jane. My plot intrigued her.
"Easy," I said. "Tell her that you saw him putting a used condom in
his coat pocket just before he came over to your table. Don't be too
specific about the time and act a little uncertain about what it was
exactly he put in his pocket. Just say it looked like a used condom,
but it could have been a balloon."
"Jacqui will never believe that. It sounds preposterous!" Jane snorted.
"She'll believe it when you pull it out of his pocket. She'll believe
it even more if she takes it out of his pocket. Wait until she
announces that the guy is the first decent man she has run into that
night. Then tell her to distract the guy while you check on something.
Find the guy's coat. Slip in a little sandwich bag with a used condom
inside it. Come back to the table and tell Jacqui discreetly to check
it out for herself. You talk to the guy while Jacqui checks out the
coat pocket. If she comes back with a disgusted look on her face, tell
her that she doesn't look well and offer to take her home."
"It could be a feasible plan except for one thing, I don't have a used
condom to plant on the guy," said Jane.
"Well you will have once you finish jacking me off," I said. "Let me
touch that clean shaven cunt of yours and you should be able to have a
condom full of cum in a few minutes."
I pulled my shorts down and started stroking my dick with one hand
while I held a new condom in the other.
Jane hesitated for a long half minute before she stood next to me and
dropped her jeans and panties.
I gently touched her clean-shaven pussy lips as I gave her the condom.
Jane placed the condom on my cock and rolled it down. She started
jacking me off with angry jerking strokes. I winced as she squeezed my
cock so hard she chafed me.
"Take it easy, Jane," I said. If you want that condom filled you're
going to have to be a lot more gentle than that. Maybe you should suck
me off instead?"
Jane grimaced at that last remark, but it had the desired effect. She
ended up giving me a passable hand job. I barely got my fingers into
her pussy to get her wet. I hoped she would be a bit more receptive to
Jacqui's fingers. Jane took the condom off my deflating cock and
pulled on her clothing.
"Where's the plastic bag for this?" she said as she hefted the cum-
filled rubber. I don't feel like walking through the house to get one
from the kitchen."
"It's on my dresser." I said with a contented smile on my face.
Jane left with her 'evidence' of men's' sleaziness.
Jane and Jacqui returned at a little after midnight. Jacqui was
subdued. Jane was supportive. The home team was up to bat. In a
little while Jane would see if she got on base or made a home run.
I turned on my newly installed camera in Jane's room. (You didn't
think I would cave so easily did you?
They were sitting on Jane's bed. Jane had her arm around Jacqui's
shoulder. She was stroking Jaqui's hair as Jacking sobbed incoherently
about rotten men and perverts and women they lied to.
"Yes, Jacqui," agreed Jane. "I know, they all behave like that. They
tried it with me, too. You just can't trust any of them. I'll never
betray you. I won't lie to you. You can trust me.
"Let's just watch a movie for a little bit before I take you home. It
will help you forget all the jerks we met tonight. You pick out a
movie from my rack over there. I'll make us some popcorn."
Jane watched as Jacqui read the titles of all the exercise videos that
Jane had mixed in with all the tapes with no titles.
"I can't find any movies," said Jacqui. "All I see are workout tapes."
"I never got around to labeling the movies," Jane said. "Just pick
one."
Jacqui picked a tape at random and put it in the VCR. I saw the title
reflected in the bedroom window. 'My Loving Friend'. It was a foreign
film with subtitles but the plot was simple and predictable. You could
tell right away if a man was a jerk or a nice guy. The nice guys were
all married or gay. Typical chick flick from Europe.
"Take off you shoes and get comfy," said Jane. "I'll go get some
popcorn."
I opened my door as Jane passed.
"Come here for a minute," I whispered.
Jane came to my room. "What do you want?" she hissed quietly.
"Is my plan working?" I asked. "You got home a little early. I wasn't
sure my plan had worked."
"Your plan worked fine," said Jane. She was reluctant to give me any
credit. "You should have seen her face when she found that used condom
in the guy's pocket. I thought she was going to faint from disgust.
By the way here's your condom back." She threw the cum-filled rubber
on my bed.
"It will be at least a couple months before we go dancing again," Jane
said. "Now, I have to go make popcorn."
"Take you slacks and blouse off when you get back to your room," I said
to Jane. "Tell Jacqui that you don't want to get the blankets dirty.
If you lie there in bra and panties, Jacqui will join you in a few
minutes. Turn off the furnace while you're down stairs. When it gets
cold in your room you will have an excuse to get under the blankets.
When you get to the funny parts or the sad parts of the movie, take
Jacqui's hand. This will show her that you want to share her feelings.
Give her a chance to do it first. If she doesn't then you go do it.
Good luck, Jane."
"Thanks, Per. I mean, Eddy," said Jane. "You really have helped me. I
won't forget it."
After Jane left, I put on my robe and went down the hall to Jane's
room. I knocked quietly as I kept one ear tuned to the downstairs
kitchen. I only had four minutes.
Jacqui opened the door. She gave me a quick hug.
"Thanks, Eddy," she said. "Everything's working out just like you said
it would. I wore the clothes Jane suggested. I found an excuse to
show her my breasts and pussy just like you suggested. I think she was
really interested in looking at my body but she was embarrassed by
being in the same room with someone who wasn't wearing clothes. The
guys at that bar were real perverts. One guy even had a used condom in
his coat pocket. It was really gross. I found the tape that you
marked for me. I almost didn't see it but you were right I could feel
the black sticker on the spine of the cassette just like you said.
What else should I do to get Jane to look at me as a lover instead of a
friend?"
"I'm glad it's all working out," I said. "The movie is two and a half
hours long so it will be close to three when it's over. Tell her
you're too tired to go home and would like to stay here. If Jane
offers to share her bed with you go along. If she doesn't then ask her
if you can share her bed. I don't think she will object."
"Thanks, Eddy," said Jacqui. "You're a good friend."
"One other thing," I said. "Jane usually just wears her bra and
panties while she's in her room. Tiff' told me that every time she
goes into Jane's room, Jane has been wearing only her bra and panties.
If Jane takes her pants and blouse off follow her lead. Oh, and open
the window a crack to cool off the room. That way you will have an
excuse to get under the blankets. And don't forget to hold her hand
during the tense parts of the movie."
Jacqui kissed me on my cheek. "You're the best, Eddy," she said. Then
she closed the door.
I went to my bathroom to piss. Jane was carrying a bowl of popcorn as
she passed me in the hallway. I gave her a thumbs up sign. She just
frowned at me and went into her room.
I switched to Jane's room again. Jane put the bowl down on her bed.
"I don't want to get my blankets dirty," Jane said. "Will it embarrass
you if I take off my blouse and pants?"
"No," said Jacqui. "Go right ahead."
Jane turned her back to Jacqui and awkwardly removed her blouse. She
hung it neatly in the closet before removing her slacks. She hung them
up also.
Jacqui was following suit on the other side of the room. Jacqui folded
her clothes neatly on a chair instead of hanging them up. My god that
woman knew how to fill a bra!
Jane grabbed the bowl of popcorn before stiffly climbing onto the bed.
Jacqui was equally uncomfortable getting into bed on the other side.
They didn't look at each other and were speaking in monosyllables. It
had taken all my devious planning just to get them this far. I was no
longer sure that they would ever have sex unless I tied them up naked
and forced them to eat each other's pussy.
They were holding hands a half-hour into the movie. They were under
the covers in another half-hour. During the rape scene they held each
other. During the lesbian love scene they watched the movie intently
but they didn't pull away from each other. That was a good sign.
Jane sat up in bed and said, "It's getting late do you want me to take
you home now?"
Jacqui didn't sit up. "It's really late, Jane," said Jacqui. "Do you
mind if I stay here tonight."
"I don't mind at all," said Jane. "I usually don't wear anything in
bed, though. Will it upset you if I sleep nude?"
"No," said Jacqui, "I sleep nude, too. This damn bra has been itching
like crazy for the last hour."
Jacqui took off her bra without getting out of bed and tossed it onto
the neat pile of clothes on the chair. Her panties followed a few
seconds later. I really needed to find a camera that could see through
blankets and clothes.
Jane got out of bed to take her underclothes off. She folded her bra
and panties neatly before placing them on to her dresser. She took a
deep breath and turned to face Jacqui. Jane stood for almost a
minutes, letting Jacqui take in every square inch of her bare skin.
Jane reached over to turn out the light before getting into bed.
Jane and Jacqui turned their backs to each other. They didn't tell
each other good night. They didn't kiss. They didn't even touch. I
considered going into Jane's bedroom to tell them that they both wanted
the same thing and to for god's sake start making out! But that might
be a bad idea.
They had both just watched one of the most romantic and erotic lesbian
love scenes ever filmed. It had to have made them a little bit horny.
Finally, Jane turned to face Jacqui's back. Jane cleared her throat.
"Jacqui," Jane whispered, "are you really sleepy?"
"No," said Jacqui as she rolled over to face Jane.
Space shuttle, this is Houston, commence count down.
"Did you like the movie?" asked Jane.
"Yes," said Jacqui, "I really loved it."
"Me, too," said Jane. "I thought the last scene between Elise and
Michelle was very romantic."
"Yes it was," said Jacqui. She hesitated a bit then plunged ahead.
"It was also a little arousing, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Jane said, "I did find myself getting a little horny. I've
never seen a sex scene between two women before. I mean, I have heard
guys talk about some stag films that have lesbian sex in them, but they
just filmed those so the boys could get their rocks off. This was not
at all like that."
"No, it wasn't," said Jacqui, "those women were really in love with
each other. They just had a hard time saying it until Elise saved
Michelle from that horrible man."
"Do you think that two women really could love each other like that?"
asked Jane.
"Absolutely," said Jacqui. "There are women like that everywhere.
Some women just love other women instead of men. I bet there could
even be some like that in our town. They just would be afraid to show
the woman they love how much they care about her. I mean they couldn't
just come out and tell her how much she loves you, I mean her, if I, I
mean she wasn't sure how the other woman felt about it. Do you know
what I mean?"
My god Jacqui was babbling. She really needed to take a deep breath
and calm down before Jane chickened out.
"Yes, I see what you mean," said Jane cautiously. "They couldn't tell
each other how they felt unless they had some reason to believe that
the other person felt the same way about them."
They both fell silent for a while. At this rate these girls would die
of old age before they got around to having sex.
"Have you ever kissed another girl," Jane asked Jacqui.
"Of course I have," said Jacqui, purposely misunderstanding Jane's
question. "I've kissed lots of other girls when I say goodbye to them
or greet them at formal affairs."
"No," said Jane. "I mean like Elise kissed Michelle. Not as a friend
or a family member, like a real lover."
Way to go girl. Let's cut through the bullshit. I'm a lez and I want
to know if you are leaning my way.
Jacqui looked apprehensive.
"No," she said quaveringly, "I haven't yet. I have thought about it
though."
Jane went for the gold.
"I have, too," said Jane. "I would kiss another girl like that if she
was the right girl. If I was in love with her like this." Jane
pressed her lips against Jacquis.
(Houston, this is space shuttle, we have ignition.)
Jane kept pressing her lips against Jacqui's lips for a minute. And
then two. And then three. I began to think she might pass out.
Jacqui didn't fight her off. Jacqui kissed her right back. Both girls
had their hands all over each other's body. If they hadn't already
been naked, they would have been ripping each other's clothes off by
now.
Then the fatal flaw in my brilliant plan was exposed. I had persuaded
both of the girls to make sure the room was cold. This achieved two
aims. It ensured that their nipples would be hard as rocks and that
they would spend most of the evening under the blankets as they watched
the movie. It also ensured that all of their subsequent sexual
activity was hidden from my prying eyes. (Note to self: Wire all
thermostats into control panel in my room.)
After watching a half-hour of naked, lustful bodies groping each other
under blankets, I watched a replay of Tiff playing with her tits then
whacked off and went to sleep.
Continued in Part 2 Chapter 9
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