Anita

After getting together with Maggie, I looked forward with anticipation and fear to the sister get-a-away. I was still getting use to the idea of sex with my sister. I mean I never enjoyed girl on girl sex before. Maggie assured me it was just a sisterly thing. What I fear is also what I am anticipating. If what Maggie and I shared had been so good, I looked forward to having Pam with us.

To my relief, my voyeurism streak has tamed down. I still enjoy it but after my trip with Maggie at the mall, I was afraid I would have to walk around in the nude for the rest of my life.

Still I wear some of the outfits I bought with Maggie. At least a few of the more conservative mini-skirts and skin tight pants. I have packed away the more semi-transparent outfits for times I Get together with my sisters.

It is fun getting reactions out of men with my short skirts and 'accidental' exposure of ass or tits while bending over. And I there is the secret meeting time with my neighbor's eighteen-year-old son.

First, let me say, with my tit job, there is hardly a man in town who doesn't give me a double take when I walk by. When I first came back from the plastic surgeon, Jeff flipped.

Did I think we were made of money? How could I spend our money without his permission?

I think if he could have, he would have had me return them.

After I explained that Maggie had paid for it, he calmed down considerably. He still asked me how much it cost. I told him it cost $2,000.00, about half of the true cost.

I could tell he was thinking of what he could have done with that money. But glancing back at me, I think my boobs won him over.

I was some sore for the next few days. You would think Jeff might have helped me but he was still pissed he didn't get his hands on my sister's money.

By the end of a week, I was back to my exercising. The only problem was that my nipples were so sensitive. I would have to exercise with only my shelf bra so as not to irritate my nipples.

Telling Pam about it one day, she recommends me doing my exercise at night. She even gave me a special CD to help Jeff sleep through the night and not to be disturbed by my getting up. I had mixed some of my tea win with his nightly coffee to help him relax.

I was amazed how well the new CD worked. Not only didn't he mind me getting up, his attitude seemed to change. First of all, he no longer complained when I bought a new outfit. He also became more open in bed.

Before he was a get in and get it done kind of guy. Now he liked pleasuring me more. I let him see some of the toys I bought and he actually wants to watch me as I get hot and bothered with a dildo in my cunt or to fuck me with a dildo in my ass. The other night, he even started fingering my asshole while we had sex. God, that felt good.

Anyways, I started my nighttime exercise routine. I waited for everyone to be asleep. Then I snuck to the back room in our house. It was basically a screened in porch, which we had winterized. It had bamboo shades as well as standard shades behind them. I had added the privacy shades after noticing one evening from the back yard that with just the bamboo shades and a light on in that room, you could see right into it.

I came to enjoy exercising in my underwear at night. I enjoyed the alone time. Being summer, all the kids were home during the day and my afternoon jaunts to the hunting camp weren't satisfying enough. And it was fun exercising with my nipple bouncing freely. I set up a mirror just to watch them.

One night as I heard my neighbor's son, Randy, come home late I came up with a plan to have a little fun. He was sneaking back into his house using the porch roof on his house to get into his bedroom window. Having caught him watching me cut the grass in my bikini recently; I knew he would like to see more. Since he usually snuck in this way on Friday nights and he had travel by the back porch I was in, I decided to raise the privacy shades behind the bamboo shades to shoulder level.

With the bamboo shades in place, I could make believe I didn't know anyone could see in. With the outer shades blocking my face, he hopefully wouldn't see me blush... or the look of lust on my face for that matter. This would be a good formula for both of us to get off to.

Facing the window, I started out with side stretches. My shelf bra did little to cover my breasts as they bounced around. Turning my back to the window, I started my standing leg stretches and windmills. I knew my thong panties left nothing to the imagination. I could feel them crawl deeper into my crack with each bend. Pulling a chair up near the window, I straddled on leg up on it to further my stretches.

Stretching out with leg splits and knee bends, I knew I was putting on quite a show. Next I started my dance routine. The jumping and swaying jiggled my body in all the right places. It was all I could do not to masturbate for him as I worked out. Seeing a dark stain in my crotch area, I realized I would have to be careful of which panties I wore during these workouts. God, I was hot, in more than one way.

After an hour of this I shut off the lights and snuck to a window in the kitchen that faced his house. With the lights off I could see his outline as he climbed his porch and entered his bedroom. 'I was so glad he stayed for the show,' I thought to myself as I fingered myself off in my own kitchen. It didn't take much ministration before I reached an orgasm imaging my Randy enjoying my show.

Since then Friday has become our weekly show time, though I am sure he has come out other nights to watch. Just knowing he might be there gets me horny.

For the last week I have exercising with my Ben Wa balls in. I bought these on an outing with my sister Maggie. Embarrassingly enough, just three nights ago, one slipped out past my thong. Just like in the elevator the first time using them, it hung suspended from my pussy swinging like a pendulum. I had to reach down in the middle of my exercise routine and push it back in. Of course this sent me into a series of orgasms. I am not sure how I stayed standing.

After finishing my routine, I rushed to the window to see if Randy had been out there. Sure enough, I could see his silhouette as he makes his way back to his room. I was so caught up in the heat of the moment, that my oldest son almost caught me with my fingers in my pussy. Hearing him moving around in his room sent me quickly rushing to my bedroom where I relieved myself next to a sound-sleeping husband.

It has me concerned that my oldest son David now seems to be friends with Randy. The last few weeks I have caught them hanging out together. Randy is to old for David to hang with. Plus he knows secret. Hopefully Randy keeps his mouth shut, David would be aghast if he knew I was exercising in my underwear, let alone that Randy had watched me.

Between David new relationship with Randy and the Ben Wa ball incident, I wanted to stop putting on the show.

I decided to tell Pam what had happened. I thought she would be appalled; instead she let out a squeal. "My little sister Anita was fingering herself for a neighborhood boy."

"Don't put it that way," I cringed. Yet even as I said this I could feel myself getting flush. "I am going to have to stop my exercises or at least using my Ben Wa balls."

"No you can't," Pam warns. "That will only let him onto the fact that you know he has been watching you."

As twisted as it sounds, something deep in me agrees with this.

"Your right Pam. I just don't know what to do."

"Just learn to enjoy it, Anita."

The conversation went on to some safe subject from there. We talked about the latest lingerie we had purchased and what sex toys were out favorites. It was so nice to be able to talk comfortably to my sister about these things. No one else would ever understand my infatuation with this except my other sister Maggie.

Pam was right. The night after, I as I started my routine, I felt awkward. But by mid way through, I was enjoying the fact that the balls were working so well and that Randy knew they were probably up my cunt. It was so freeing. On the last part of my routine, I just stripped my thong off on pretense of adjusting the balls. I decided Pam was right, if I did something more outrageous, he would never believe I knew he was watching.

Of course when my fingers came in contact with my pussy, I couldn't help but finger myself to an orgasm. The combination of the balls moving around and my fingers stroking my clit sent me soaring. Add to this feeling the knowledge that some man was probably watching me get off just outside my window and I had one hell of an orgasm.

Last night, I decided he had already seen me naked and fingering myself, so I just took the thong off at the beginning and exercised in only my heels, hose, and push up bra. God it felt so good to be free.

After finishing my routine, I just lay on my back and reached in my pussy to slowly remove the balls. Using my right hand I fingered fucked myself, starting with one finger and ending with four. I used my left hand to massage my breasts and pinch my nipples. For twenty minutes I got off to thoughts of Randy watching me.

Tonight I am starting my vaginal exercises. I have just finished my stretches. Reaching in the box I have brought with me I pull out my new cunt exerciser. It is basically a studded clear inch-and-three-quarters diameter dildo with a string attached. On the end of the string is a empty bag. Also in the box is a bag of quarters.

First to insert the... fuck that feel good. It is all I can do not to masturbate right on the spot as I shove the studded dildo in. Being a Friday night, I know Frank is watching. Just a few long... mmm... strokes. I have to stop.

Putting about half of the quarter in the bag, I squat down over it and attach the string to the dildo so that it is barely touching the floor. Trying to stand up, I concentrate on keeping the dildo tight in my cunt. I feel each nub as it slowly withdraws. Before I can get to a full standing position, the dildo falls to the floor.

God, all I want to do is get off but I know my routine is only just beginning.

First I empty a handful of quarters out of the bag. I thought this would be much easier than it is. Re-inserting the dildo, I hold it in place as I squat back down. Oh, it feels so good.

Standing back up slowly, I am managing to keep the dildo in place.

"One."

Slowly lowering my self I allow the dildo to slide out little by little. At the bottom of my squat, only an inch or two remains in me. My nipples are as hard as rocks. Even the air of my movement against them is sending 'fuck me' signals to my brain.

My ass cheeks are tightly clenches as I concentrate on the dildo.

"Two."

I allow my hands to rest on my ass cheeks. God they are buns of steel. I can remember not long ago when they were just loose jiggle balls.

"Three."

Looking at the window, I notice that all of the privacy shades are now raised to shoulder level. I know Jeff and the kids never come back here.

"Four."

Looking around without seeming to, I notice that the thong panties I had kicked into the corner several days ago are missing. That Randy is sure getting bold. I'll have to check the locks on the windows tomorrow.

"Five"

I can feel my juices making it harder and harder to hold the dildo. I imagine it is a dick I am squeezing as I go back down. By now my chest is struck out as my back begins to arch.

"Six."

I am not sure I am going to make it to ten. My fingers slide between my sweat ass and graze my black hole.

"Seven."

How should I reward your bazeness?

"Eight."

My knees give out as the dildo slips out of my pussy and the coins hit the floor seconds before my body does. As an orgasm rips through me, I reach the dildo and start pumping away. Using my other hand, I dip it into my pussy and start fingering my asshole.

As I stretch both my holes, I arch up on my back lifting my ass a foot from the floor, making sure randy can see both holes being pillaged. I know I should be ashamed of myself but right now all I can feel is the need to pleasure myself.

Taking my hand from my pussy for one moment, I pull my right tit to my mouth where I clamp down on the nipple with my teeth as I flick it with my tongue. My hole body shudders as I give into a orgasm that seems to have no end.

Finally spent, I allow my ass to sit on the floor in a puddle of my own juice.

Clank.

That sounded like it came from the hall. How dare he come in here? Shutting off the lights, I crack the door and peak out. I see a shadow coming in the back door.

Should I call the cops? How would I explain my condition?

Wait... MY GOD!! That is David in the hall. He is sneaking back to his room. He couldn't have been out there? NO! What am I going to do?

I have been sitting out in the hall for about an hour wrapped in my silk robe. When I first got to the door and listened I could hear him breathing heavy. At first I thought it was because he had just snuck in. But that sound combined with the creaks of his bed made me realize he was jerking himself off.

Part of me was relieved that if he had seen me, he at least had enjoyed... NO, NO, NO. I can't think that way. Still my nipples stiffen at the thought.

Finally I hear him snoring. Waiting a few more minutes, I enter his room with a pen flashlight.

There he lies on the bed with my green thong from two nights ago on the floor next to him. On the bed I can see several pictures he has printed off the computer next to him. Damn, if they all aren't of me.

Some of those are over a seek old, when I was more tame. More are from the last few nights. There is one with that Ben Wa ball just hanging there. Damn that is a hot. At least you can't recognize my face through the bamboo shades. Well not definitively anyways.

What am I going to do? How will I ever look at him again? What... What... What a heavenly smell. I scoot down to the floor and retrieve my thong. It is coverer in his cum. He must have jacked off using it. God he smells good. I wonder...

ANITA, get a hold of your self... this is your son... son... a man... who likes looking at you...

Slurp.

My God what have I done. Slurp. "God that tastes good. He must have used this a lot the last few days. Slurp. No one has to know. Soon I have licked my thong clean and feel hornier than ever.

Backing out of his room, I remember what Pam had told me earlier about Frank. I couldn't stop or David would realize I knew. I couldn't let him know I knew he got off watching me.

I would have to continue. And I would have to be more brazen unless he would guess anything is wrong. More braze? What could I do?