Coming Home to Roost
by Kathy B.
kathybxx@hotmail.com


Part 1

I finished grading the last two papers and triumphantly tossed them 
onto the pile. I'd been at it for three hours straight but I was 
finally done. After almost twenty years of teaching I still hadn't 
learned to stagger due dates from class to class. One hundred and 
twenty research papers turned in at once- most of them poorly written 
and painful to read- was just too much.

It had been a long day. I stayed late at school, then rushed off to a 
committee meeting at church, grabbing a deli salad on the way. I ate 
my meager dinner while I listened to our pastor drone on and on about 
the upcoming tent revival. That lasted for an hour and a half, then I 
hurried home just in time to hear about the kids' day, send them off 
to bed, pick up their latest mess and then try to finish my 
schoolwork. It was only Tuesday and I was already tired.

I stood and stretched, then glanced at the clock. I had just enough 
time for a quick soak in the tub, then I'd head off to bed myself. 
Alone.

I hated Mark's job but he insisted that he had to accept the position 
of district manager if he was to ever have any chance of becoming a 
vice president in the company. He left for the airport every Monday 
at six and he returned every Friday at nine. The rest of the week was 
a whirlwind of cities and meetings and trade shows and clients and I 
couldn't keep track of where he was at any given time. At first we 
tried to speak on the phone every night but he was usually busy or 
exhausted and I was busy with school, church, the kids and the house. 
Lately we were lucky if we talked twice a week.

I felt guilty because the kids didn't have Mark in their lives. I 
overcompensated to make up for it but it wasn't the same. I spent 
almost every evening with them, doing homework and carting them to 
sports events but I wasn't a father. Still, I thought I was doing a 
pretty good job raising them, so when the phone rang and Donna 
Neumann said she was concerned about David's behavior I was 
surprised.

"Cindy, I don't know if it's a big deal or not," she told me, "but 
this afternoon I heard David and Jason talking about a picture they 
got from the Internet. I gathered it was a girl in a skimpy dress or 
something, but David described it rather graphically and you know 
where things could lead if they start searching around for 
pornography."

"I'll check into it," I assured her. "If David is abusing his 
privileges, I'll take the Internet away from him for a while."

"I know that the boys are getting interested in sex," Donna 
continued. "I just don't want them to stumble across some of the 
psychos that are out there. Thanks for checking it out," she said as 
she hung up.

I stared at the computer on the other side of the den, now dark and 
quiet. Had David been doing something he shouldn't have been? At 
fourteen, it was perfectly normal for him to be interested in girls. 
I knew he often emailed people he met on the net; it was possible a 
girl had sent him a picture of herself. If it was in a revealing 
outfit, I wasn't going to go crazy but I wanted to know if something 
worse was going on.

I didn't want to ask him and plant the idea in his head if it wasn't 
already there, but I couldn't ignore the warning either. I decided to 
do a little investigating before I accused him of anything.

Since I barely know how to turn a computer on, snooping around his 
files wouldn't do me any good. I needed to spy on him. I decided to 
leave school early the next day and see what was going on.

The next day I signed out early, left my car two blocks away and got 
home twenty minutes before the kids. I felt like Kinsey Millhone as I 
hid my blazer and shoes in my bedroom, then slipped into a closet on 
one side of the den. It wasn't the ideal vantage point for seeing the 
monitor but the louvered door would allow me to see anyone sitting at 
the computer and I'd be able to hear what was said.

A few minutes later I heard the front door open and my sixteen year 
old crossed the room, followed closely by her best friend. Beth threw 
her backpack on the couch and opened the door to the deck. She called 
the dogs in from the backyard and she and Sarah stooped to play with 
them.

I smiled as I watched her from my hiding place. I was proud of my 
daughter. Physically the exact opposite of me, Beth was tall and 
slim, a star athlete and an honors student. Boys vied for her 
attention, drawn to her trim body and her girl-next-door beauty. She 
had my bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, although hers was long 
and straight to my wavy, shoulder length mane.

After petting and cooing at the dogs for a few minutes, Beth and 
Sarah got up and disappeared. I heard them giggling as they clumped 
up the hall stairs and into Beth's room. They were both hard-working 
students and I assumed they were sitting right down to attack their 
homework.

Helmut and Bogart immediately came sniffing over to the closet door, 
whining to be let in with me. I held my breath and made no sound as I 
cursed myself for forgetting about them. If the kids found me hiding 
in here, they'd know I was spying on them and I'd be humiliated.

Fortunately, both dogs soon lost interest and wandered off, probably 
in search of food. I barely had time to catch my breath when I heard 
the door again. I pressed my eye to the slats as the boys entered the 
den.

David and two of his friends went straight to the computer and waited 
for it to boot up. I listened as they talked excitedly.

"Do you think there's a new one?" Jason asked eagerly.

"I hope so," David answered. "I asked for one."

"I don't believe you guys," Kevin said. "I think you're both full of 
shit."

Jason grinned as David started tapping the keys. "You won't be saying 
that in a few minutes."

"Did we miss anything?" I heard my twelve year old call as he entered 
the room with another boy.

I gasped quietly. I could cope with the fact that David and his 
friends were looking at erotic pictures but I'd be furious if he was 
corrupting his baby brother. Jimmy was still way too young for such 
nonsense.

"Nah, I'm just logging on," David replied. "Call Beth and tell her 
I'm ready." I couldn't believe it. Beth knew they were doing this? I 
left her in charge when I wasn't home. I'd trusted her.

Beth and Sarah came in just as the computer gave a quiet ding. "Yes! 
New mail!" Jason exclaimed. "And it's from Shadow!"

There was a press of bodies toward the computer, then a startled 
"Hey!"

"Wait, you guys all back up," David ordered. "Beth, you read it."

Beth leaned over her brother's shoulder and read the note aloud.


********************

 David,

 I'm glad to hear that my old high school
 friend is alive and well. If you don't mind, I'd
 like to ask you a few questions about her. Are
 her tits still huge? Back in school she had the
 biggest set of knockers in the whole school and
 everyone knew it. Does she still like to show
 them off? She always wore hot outfits and we
 used to spend a lot of time staring at her tits
 and ass. Finally, how wild is she these days? She
 had quite a reputation when we were young but I'd
 heard she settled down after college.

 To answer your question, I have tons of pictures
 of her. Our school had a very active Photography
 Club and many of the kids had top-notch cameras.
 They'd take pictures at parties, then develop
 them privately after school. I kept everything in
 albums so I can scan just about anything you
 want.

 Unfortunately, this isn't a one-way deal. This one
 makes three pictures I've sent; you need to prove
 that she really lives right down the street from
 you. From now on our deal is one for one. When
 you send me a picture of her, I'll send one back.
 The picture must be similar to one I've sent you
 in terms of the clothes and activities. Since you
 told me in your last email that you could get any
 kind of pictures of her I wanted, I assume that
 won't be a problem. Good Luck.

 Shadow

********************

"Download the picture," Jimmy demanded impatiently. "I want to see 
it."

"I will, I will," David said. "There. Let's look at them in order. 
Kevin and Sarah still haven't seen the first two."

From my vantage point I watched the children lean forward as they 
waited for the picture to load. While I waited, I tried to guess who 
they could have been writing about. Probably that slut Maria Weston. 
I'd always figured she had a trampy past and she certainly was buxom.

"Aw, that picture isn't very hot," Kevin complained. "That's just a 
prom dress. My mom has a big picture in our front hall of my sister 
wearing one of those. Beth and Sarah both will be wearing one in a 
few months."

"Not like that one, I won't," Beth retorted. "Look how low cut it is. 
You can see half her boobs. You can even see she's not wearing a bra. 
See right there, how her nipples are popped out. I bet they were 
sticking out the whole night."

"She looks sexy," Kevin admitted. "I just don't know if I'd go nuts 
over the picture."

"How about this one, then?" David asked. "I know it's just a 
cheerleader's uniform but look at the way her asscheeks hang out of 
the skirt and her tits stretch the sweater. The way she's bent over, 
you can even see her panties pulled tight across her pussy mound."

"Where?" Jimmy's friend Larry spoke for the first time. I saw Jason 
point to the screen. Larry grinned and nodded.

I was furious. It was bad enough that David and his friends were 
involved in this but Beth was in on it too and now Jimmy and his 
friends! I was going to kill my kids as soon as I got out of here. 
Thank God they were only looking at bawdy material, not downright 
dirty.

"It's pretty good, I guess," Kevin answered. I mean, it's funny 
seeing her wear a cheerleader's uniform and looking so young. Let's 
see the last one."

A gasp went through the group as the last picture apparently 
appeared. "Now that's more like it!" Kevin exclaimed.

"Wow! Look at those tits!" Jimmy whooped.

Sarah turned to Beth. "Did you know they were that big?"

"No," Beth answered. "I knew she was kind of busty but not like that. 
Plus I figured it happened when she got older, not way back in high 
school. I've never heard her say anything about it."

"Ever seen her in a nightgown?" Larry asked.

"Yes, but not one that sheer," David said. "It's almost like she's 
not wearing anything. You can see her whole nipple, plain as day. I 
think I can even see part of her pussy."

I waited another twenty minutes or so as they printed out copies of 
the pictures for each other, then went their separate ways. As I 
waited I tried to figure out how I was going to 'find out' about this 
so I could nail the kids. I didn't want them to know I'd been spying 
on them. The pictures that were already printed I wouldn't worry 
about. I wasn't that concerned about a couple of printouts of Maria's 
nipples hiding under some adolescent mattress; I wanted to stop 
things before they got worse.

Finally David and his friends went to the kitchen for a snack. 
Sensing my opportunity, I slipped out of the closet and crossed 
toward the front door. At the edge of the den I remembered I hadn't 
seen the computer screen so I went over to look. I almost shrieked in 
shock at what I saw.

The picture showed a young teen, obviously at a slumber party, 
wearing a short, sheer nightgown. She was sitting on a floor playing 
cards, legs crossed Indian style. Her nipples were completely visible 
and her pussy showed as a dark patch through her sheer panties. That 
wasn't what shocked me, though.

Staring back at me from the computer screen was a sixteen year old 
version of me.
