MORAL DILEMMA

Voy, pedo

    OK, so I’m a pervert. Just because I get my rocks off looking that doesn’t make me a total shitbag. I can do the right thing and I can prove it. My house sits in the middle of one of those old developments where there is just about room to get a lawnmower between the buildings. The last few years there’s been a lot of young couples move in just because the houses are still fairly cheap. Over the years I’ve had pretty good luck just walking around keeping my eyes open but when the Mc Farlins bought the place next door I decided to try something new. For a period of almost a week the place was empty while they moved in. I took advantage of the chance to get in and install a nice little wireless camera. You see their daughter was about the sexiest little twelve year old you ever saw. Did I mention that I like to look at the young ones the most. Anyway I got inside and mounted the cam inside of the smoke alarm sensor right over the kids bed. Since it was a central system there were no batteries to worry about. The system power fed the cam. I was very careful to not leave anything that would link the cam to me. I paid cash and never handled it without gloves and there were about ten other houses within range so even if it was found it would be almost impossible to prove who planted it. The damn thing worked well and I got some fine footage of little Dawn. These old houses don’t have AC and it being summer and all she tended to sleep both nude and uncovered. Between the camera’s low light rating and her night light I got some super looks. 
    Dawn was still small for her age and was just blooming. Her tiny tits were at that stage between insect bites and real tits. You know small soft forms just rising above her otherwise flat chest. Her hips were also just starting to round out. The pussy was a slit with a very small patch of fine fuzz at the top. To make things even better she had started to play with herself. Nothing wild yet and I doubt she had ever gotten herself to climax but she was working on it. 
    From over the back fence conversations I learned the adults Dawn and Chuck were not married and that Chuck was not the poppa. He was just a boyfriend. I liked Dawn [ the mom. What do you call mothers and daughters  that share the same name anyway?] a lot. She seemed like a nice sort even if she was a quiet little mouse whenever Chuck was around. Old Chuck on the other hand struck me as a bastard. He seemed to want to control everyone around him and exuded a certain danger, like he would be a bad man to cross. There was something about the way he looked at Dawn the younger. At first I thought I was seeing a reflection of my own thoughts in him but I got the feeling that he was not the kind of guy to be happy just looking.
    Things went on well for a couple of months after they moved in but then Dawn the older had to go to the night shift. This left Chuck and Dawn the younger home alone from about nine in the evening till morning. At first the nightly show was the same. Little Dawn coming to bed naked and spending a couple of minutes figuring out what felt good and then drifting off to sleep. With the cooler weather she was often under a sheet but she had a habit of kicking it off as she slept. Besides I found the vision of her playing under the sheet to be as sexy as having her do it in the open. I developed the habit of doing a fast scan just in case something happened in the middle of the night. The kid had a habit of having dreams that got her excited and sometimes that excitement led to a pretty good show. 
    Then one night Chuck entered the room and stood there looking at the sleeping girl. He uncovered her and very softly felt her smooth skin. She moved but did not awaken. This became a nightly event. Each night he grew a little bolder, his touching lasting longer and he was no longer content with just feeling her skin. He went after her tiny boobs and caressed her inner thigh. There were times when I was sure she would wake up but she never did even as her body responded to his fingers.  I watched all this happen and wondered just how far he would go. If he did ever wake her up what would she do? Her body seemed to like what he was doing but I thought she was still too young and innocent to really want what he was trying to give her. I figured I would know soon enough. 
    Then it happened. Not what I expected however. He did not wake her with his touch. Instead he entered her room one night just after she had gone to bed. I judged him to be drunk which was after all a fairly normal state for him. He was wearing only briefs and the shape of his erection was plain to see. My camera had no sound but I understood what was happening easily enough. He had decided it was time for her to put out for him and he was not going to take no for an answer. She fought but was easily overpowered. Within a very short time she was tied to the bed by strips of torn sheet. I watched shocked as he greased her small hole and then climbed onto her body. Her face showed the exact second she lost her virginity. It didn’t last long as I watched but I’m sure it was much too long to her. From the body language he was threatening her and she was believing whatever threats he made. The torn and bloody sheets were take away. I spent the rest of the night watching her cry and suffer. 
    The rapes became a nightly occurrence. There was less violence and fewer threats as she was broken to his will. I noticed a few days later that Dawn the older was sporting a fresh set of bruises and was moving carefully. Chucky boy was now letting his true colors show. I expected her to take some action but for the next several weeks nothing happened except he no longer waited for the mother to leave before taking the daughter. Once he forced her to watch as she raped the girl. It was the look of utter helplessness on the faces of both Dawns that made me decide to take action.
    I was caught between a rock and a hard place. If I just went to the cops they would demand proof of what was happening. I had such proof but if I showed it to them I would end up in the cell next to Chucky. Both installing a camera in a little girls bedroom and having the pictures I got from it were worth a lot of time behind bars in the company of large dangerous men. Needless to say I wished to avoid it. Finally I had an idea. 
    As usual good ideas are simple. I went to a different store and bought the same camera and receiver that I had been using. A small twelve volt TV and a used VCR from a pawn shop completed the package. As I had hoped I was able to receive the signal from the old camera on the new outfit. I removed all my old tapes to a safe remote location and recorded two rapes, one on my own recorder and the other on the pawn shop one. I used my old receiver on the junk recorder after making sure that there were no fingerprints or DNA on it either unit. That morning I slipped into the garage next door and set up the recorder on a low shelf hidden behind some junk. The I called the cops. 
    My story was simple. I had bought the setup to install in my motor home as a backup camera. Imagine my surprise, shock, and outrage when I found myself watching the rape of an innocent twelve year old girl. I even had the sense to record it when it happened again. With my tape for proof it took about tem minutes for the cops to get warrants to search  old Chuck’s house and to arrest his sorry ass. Of course they found both the camera and the tape. Since nobody had any knowledge that I had ever been in the house I was in the clear. Hell not only in the clear but being lauded as a hero. 
    The last I heard about Chuck he was a guest of the state and would be for a long time. I understood that he was being warmly welcomed by the other cons since child rapists are held in special regard up there. Dawn the elder couldn’t thank me enough and we started spending time together. Dawn the younger turned out to be a super kid but if you looked at the right time you could see the haunted look on her face. She seems to be getting better with each day but it will be a long rode for her. 
    The whole thing changed my life as well. I burned all my tapes. I figured it was the last I could do. After all what kind of man would keep movies of his stepdaughter being raped. Even now years later I still don’t know what in the hell to call the two Dawns to let people know which one I mean.