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Subject: {ASSM} Views through a Bedroom Window: Part I - the Video (f/g, M/gf, m mast, cons, pedo, inc fath-daugh, sister-sister, voy)
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* VIEWS THROUGH A BEDROOM WINDOW by raymond                           *
*   Part I - The Video
* COMPLETE STORY CODES: f/g, M/gf, m/gf/g, m/g, pedo, cons, inc(fath- *
*   daugh, sister-sister), voy, m mast                                *
* PART CODES: f/g, M/gf, m mast, cons, pedo, inc fath-daugh, sister-  *
*   sister, voy)                                                      *
*                                                                     *
**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE ****************************
*                                                                     *
* This story contains consensual sex between an adult male and his    *
* two daughters (one 13, the other 8) and a boy in his eldest         *
* daughter's class at school  If this sort of thing offends, or is    *
* likely to offend you, stop reading this now!  The author does not   *
* condone underage sex; in the author's country of residence, such    *
* activities are illegal and frowned upon by society.  However, if    *
* the underage parties involved have fun, why not ;)                  *
*                                                                     *
* The basis of this story starts in truth.  When I was about 13, a    *
* friend asked me if I would use my camcorder to film the bedroom of  *
* the girl in a nearby house.  He gave me a tenner, but I didn't      *
* bother.  I should have really...                                    *
*                                                                     *
* The rest of it is all purely fiction.  The characters in it have    *
* been made up and the story is just something a sick and deranged    *
* mind has concucted from something that could have, but didn't,      *
* happen.  The names are not real, and any correlations between this  *
* story and real life are pure coincidences. No, really, they are.    *
*                                                                     *
*************************************************** R A Y M O N D *****

With the lights out, James could just about make out something
going on in the house behind his.  It was quite a distance
away, about 100 metres or so, but he couldn't see exactly what
was happening in the room.  It looked like somebody getting
changed, but he couldn't be sure.  He got off his bed, and
went downstairs to where the video camera was kept.  It was an
old piece of machinery all things considered, taking Hi-8
tapes instead of the standard DV, but it had a good amount of
zoom on it.  James took it back upstairs, positioned it in his
window aiming it towards the houses behind, zoomed in so the
window was full-frame, and connected it to his TV.  That way,
he wouldn't have to squint into the viewfinder.  His own room
still in darkness, the only light emanating from the TV which
itself showed a bedroom.

It wasn't the first time James had looked into the house
behind.  Michelle, just turned 13 and in the same class as him
at school, lived there.  He realised he was on the verge of
voyeurism, but Michelle was a damn fine looking girl, and he
hoped that at least once he would catch a glimpse at her
changing.

The room was empty at the moment, but the light was still on,
giving James the impression that somebody would soon return.
Knowing that the houses were built to the same plan, he could
tell that the door he could see through the bedroom door was
the one to the bathroom, currently closed, and he hoped it was
Michelle in there, going to return to her room after (he
hoped) her shower, wrapped in a towel to get changed.  James
began to feel funny just thinking about it.  He and Michelle
had been in the same classes at school right since they
started when they were four, but their paths seldom crossed.
Now he was getting older, he began to see her for the
beautiful temptress she was and had now reverted to this:
watching a camera trained on what (he hoped) was her bedroom,
waiting for her to return and get changed.

His heart skipped a beat as he saw the bathroom door open, and
Michelle come out wrapped in a towel around her waist.  Her
breasts, larger than he thought they were, hung over the top
of the towel, and she walked straight ahead into the empty
bedroom.  This was too much for James to take in as her towel
dropped and she stood there naked, on his TV screen.  He
looked up from the TV to the window itself, as if to make sure
that it was actually going on and not a video he had
accidentally uncovered.  It also occurred to him that it was a
dream.  He hoped it wasn't, but didn't mind.  James turned his
gaze back to the TV screen.  Michelle, the teen goddess he had
known since she was four was standing there, naked.  Her back
to the camera, she seemed to be shouting something downstairs.
She pushed her long hair behind her ears - even that seemed to
be seductive - as she turned around.  Her 'bits' as he only
knew them as were on full view, hairless, perfect.  He felt a
stirring in his underwear, and he was glad that he had hit the
record button on the camera so he could relive this moment
again, and again.  He withdrew his penis from his underwear to
relieve the strain he felt, and instinctively started rubbing
it as he watched the scene unfold on his TV.

Michelle sat down on her bed, reached for a hariband on her
bedside table to tie her hair back, and then her finger
started to rub her bits, while her other hand started
caressing her breasts.  James couldn't believe his luck.  Then
something strange happened.  One of Michelle's younger
sisters, Lisa, 8, came in to the room.  Instead of being
shocked at what her older sister was doing, Lisa took off her
T-shirt and shorts and stood there in her underwear while
Michelle carried on masturbating.  James sat watching his TV
screen, feelings he had never felt before going through him,
and his own masturbation getting faster.  Lisa walked over to
Michelle, who had now taken her hand away from her 'bits' and
into her mouth, crouched down in front of her, and started
sucking on her sister.  Damn, James wished he was Lisa right
at that moment.  He wanted some of that action, and knew that
he would never see Michelle, or Lisa, in the same light again.
He looked at the image of Lisa.  He never knew an
eight-year-old could be so sexy, and he certainly never
imagined that he would be here wanking to a video of an
eight-year-old licking the bits of her thirteen-year-old
sister.

James looked down and noticed that something had come out of
the end of his penis.  On an impulse, knowing that this wasn't
urine, he scooped the minuscule amount of his pre-cum on his
finger and put it in his mouth.  The salty, strange textured
substance tasted better than he thought it would.  He carried
on his wanking and turned back to the TV.  A man had entered,
Michelle and Lisa's father, Lisa had moved away from Michelle
who now sat up straight.  Lisa walked over to her father and
undid his jeans, pulled them down with his underwear, and
taking his huge penis in her comparatively small hands,
started rubbing it.  Once again, James looked towards the
window to make sure that this was still going on as he
watched, then back to the TV as Lisa wrapped her mouth around
her father's penis.  Her dad started to thrust it in and out
of the young girl's mouth.  It became obvious to James that
they did this a lot in their house, and he still wanted in on
the act.

Eventually, Lisa's dad pulled his penis out of her mouth, and
James saw her flinch slightly as a white substance splashed on
her face.  Jamie, na‹ve as he was, knew that this white
substance was the same stuff as the more clear stuff he had
just tasted from his own penis.  He looked down and saw more
of the stuff, already dripping in copious amounts onto his
hand.  He scooped it into his mouth, once again savouring the
unique taste.  He looked at the screen where Michelle was now
licking the substance off her sister's face.  They seemed to
be enjoying it; whenever he had heard of men having sex with
children it seemed as if the children never enjoyed it, but
Michelle and Lisa were most certainly enjoying doing this.
James was so engrossed in what the two girls were doing that
he didn't notice their father directly facing the camera with
a smirk on his face.

Michelle turned away from Lisa's face, and started talking.
Obviously, James couldn't hear what was being said, but
noticed her eyes move towards her bedroom window as she picked
up her mobile phone on her bedside table.

James was distracted by his own home phone ring in his
parents' bedroom, and noticed Michelle do a cheeky kind of
wave towards the window.  Panic gripped James as he realised
that he had been spotted, witnessing this incestual act,
filming it even.  The phone stopped ringing; and though he
couldn't hear what was being said, the distant mumbles of his
mum were in sync with the mouth movements of Michelle, still
being filmed through her window.

'James - phone!' his mum shouted up the stairs.  He left the
room to take the phone in his parents' room, his penis still
hanging out of his underwear.

'Hello?' he said nervously in the phone.

'Hi James, it's Michelle here,'

'Hi,' he said, trying to sound nonplussed.

'Noticed you watching us - wondered if you'd like to join in,'
she said.

'Uh, yeah, I guess,' he said then realised it wasn't what he
wanted to say.

Michelle laughed into the phone and said, not to him, 'Yeah,
he wants to join in,' then to him, 'come on over.'

'OK,' James said, trying to soak in what was happening.

He heard a male voice in the background of the phone call.

'Oh yeah, and bring the video over too,'

'OK,' he said, and Michelle hung up.  James put the phone
handset back onto the receiver, and walked back into his own
bedroom.  He noticed that Michelle was now doing to her father
what Lisa had done earlier, while Lisa was sat on Michelle's
bed with her hand in her knickers.  Despite having her mouth
full of her father's penis, she turned slightly to the window,
and waved again.  James took the video camera away from the
window, switched it off and ejected the video.  He did his
trousers back up, wiping the substance with his hand and once
again licking it off his fingers.  He went into the bathroom,
rinsed his hands under the sink, and walked downstairs.

'I'm off out,' he said to his parents as they sat watching TV,
put his coat on, and walked out and started the walk round to
Michelle's house.  Despite it not being far away, the way the
roads went made it about five minutes before he got there.  He
stood at the front door, not knowing whether he should knock
or not, when the window above the door opened and Lisa stuck
her head out.

'Just come on in James,' she said, 'It's open,' and closed the
window again.

Wondering if that really was the same girl she had seen
earlier having sex with her father, James opened the front
door and walked in.

'Come on up,' Michelle shouted down.

James took a deep breath, and started up the stairs.

***************************************** (C) 2 0 0 7   R A Y M O N D **
*  comments welcome * email raymondstories * at * graffiti * dot * net *
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