"Mmmmmm," his wife murmured, already lost in her eternal knitting and the insipid story on the television set.
Sam got up and out of his chair and stretched and yawned, then casually sauntered out into the kitchen.
He crept out to the garage. He knew his wife would never disturb him up there, especially once she lost herself in her own little world.
He grinned to himself as he moved the ladder under the trap door in the ceiling of the garage, and quickly went up. He turned on the light in the attic crawlspace and covered the hole to the garage with the trapdoor, locking it so that he couldn't possibly be interrupted. He could always make up some kind of reasonable excuse for being up here if his wife should happen to ask. But Sam felt confident she never would. His wife had the curiosity of a boulder. And that's about how she reacted to his attempts at sex with her lately, too like a fucking stone.
Thank God this house was built on a hillside, and the garage was actually beside the house in such a way that it was really level with the second floor, rather than the first. All he had to do was get up into the crawlspace and he was able to move freely over the rooms upstairs.
Sam made his way over the beams, along the broad flat planks he'd laid down nearly six months ago when he'd noticed the blooming young tits and the swelling curves of his young daughter. His wife's lack of interest in fucking had forced him to turn elsewhere, and he found his attraction growing ever stronger for the little girl and her beautiful twat.
As he neared his goal, he moved more and more cautiously. He had to be careful not to slip off the crawl way. He didn't want a hand or foot suddenly crashing through his daughter's bedroom ceiling.
Sam stretched himself out along the boards, first pulling his hard aching dick out of his pants. He reached out and slowly and carefully lifted the cork pad that covered the peephole.
He shifted forward a little and grinned as he looked down at his daughter's bed, less than eight feet away from his eye.
The angle and width of the peephole let Sam see nearly the whole of Linda's bedroom. He had several others cut in the ceiling, too. There were two of them over the bathroom. Sam enjoyed watching little Linda take a shower, stroking the bar of soap all over those two little tits of hers, sudsing them in a shroud of bubbly lather, then rinsing it away with her arms lifted high over her head and her breasts shoved forward under the pounding stream of hot water.
The other hole in the bathroom ceiling allowed him to observe the teenager when she was on the toilet. Sam found it exciting to spy on a girl while she was pissing and toying with her new sensations by playing her fingertip over her clit, her legs spread wide apart, her hips on the very edge of the toilet seat.
Damn! His cock was throbbing against the soft rug he'd tacked over the planking.
He saw Linda standing near the bed, her blouse half-undone. She was staring at Alice and no wonder.
Alice's big tits made Sam long to fuck his cock between them, spurt his cum all over the soft flesh of the girl's bare boobs and coat her huge dark nipples with his thick spunk.
His cock twitched against the rug, and he grabbed it in his fist and gave it a couple of jerks. He could very comfortably lie here and watch the two kids down below, and at the same time jerk his cock all he wanted.
God! Those jugs on Alice wouldn't stop. Linda had a nice pair, herself. Sam watched the scene while both girls talked quietly, undressing as they started to get to know each other.
Sam suddenly felt certain that the two girls were interested in each other and not just as friends, either.
He'd never been able to figure out the animosity that had grown between the pairs of cousins over the years, but it had been so thick at times that it could have been cut with a buzzsaw.
This visit had started out exactly the same way. But there was something in the air down there, something that Sam could sense that was drawing the girls together, or maybe it was just a simple case of growing up.
Both girls were certainly much more developed than they had been the last time they'd seen each other.
Maybe they finally realized it was silly of them to keep feuding over nothing.
Sam shrugged to himself. Whatever it was, the attraction they were very quickly developing for each other was blatantly obvious.
He smiled. He wondered which of them it would be Alice, the sometimes haughty little bitch with her pretending that she didn't mind being dumped on all her relatives in rotation, or Linda with all her youthful eagerness and openness towards sex.
Which one of them would it be?
Who would make the suggestion first, that they make love?
Linda and Alice lay cuddled together under the blankets. They had been whispering together for almost half an hour, getting to know each other. I Alice had put on her nightie, a translucent blue gown of flowing silk-like material. The nightie covered her body but hid absolutely nothing of her charms. In fact, the way the soft silk clung to her body, flowing and billowing when she moved, accented her big tits and nipples in the sexiest manner possible. The dark triangle of pussy hair between her thighs was like a mysterious glen, nestled lovingly between gentle hills, inviting the most manly of explorers to enter.
Linda had slipped into her shortie nightgown. A pale yellow with a wide ribbon around the waist of darker yellow silk, it fit the girl perfectly, leaving her long slim legs completely bare. The neckline was cut low in front, exposing the narrow cleft between her high and full young tits.
Linda wore the shortie gown without the bright yellow panties that went with it, so that when she slipped into bed, Sam could see her bare asscheeks, curving from under the hemline as it lay gently over her skin.
Linda threw the blanket over her legs, covering herself to her knees, but left her bare ass sticking out from under her nightie. She rested on one elbow and faced Alice as they whispered and giggled.
Occasionally she reached behind her and scratched at her cool asscheeks, rubbing her index finger deep into the moist crack of her ass.
Sam's prick went harder with each tender scratch.
If both girls suddenly looked up at him and asked him which one of them he wanted to fuck the most, he wouldn't have been able to give them an answer.
They were both so damn fucking desirable!
Too bad they were so fucking young.
But then, Sam had never fucked a virgin before, and as he learned more and more about his own little girl watching her play with her body in the shower or the bed, he began to think that maybe it would really be possible. Maybe he could get away with it. And maybe, just maybe, Linda would want him to fuck her.
Sam had overheard a lot of telephone conversations lately that made him believe Linda was on the make.
She was looking for the right man to take her cherry.
And Sam found himself dreaming more and more about being the one to do it.
But he still held back, fearful of the consequences should his instincts be wrong. He didn't want to end up in jail, just for a few seconds of fucking his own kid. He wasn't that hard up.
Yet.
He gritted his teeth as he thought about his wife, lying there in bed night, after night, muttering to herself about her knitting or the television shows she'd see that day.
What had happened between them, Sam didn't really know. It had been a slow process, this decaying of their marriage. And it wasn't that his wife was stupid, either, she was quite smart, in her own way.
But something had happened, and Sam didn't like to think about the only really reasonable explanation.
But it had to be face it, sooner or later.
Maybe some day very soon he'd slip home from work and find out if his worst suspicions were true.