He pushed away the image of his wife, grunting and sweating and clawing and crying as she wrapped her long lovely legs up around his thighs, yanking his fat cock deeper into her sucking snatch.
Only it wasn't him.
It was his boss!
He shuddered at the thought, gave his cock a few jerks, then returned his full attention to the girls below.
"I think Ron likes you, Linda," Alice was saying.
Linda giggled quietly, chewing on her thumbnail at the same time.
"You think so."
"Yes. He was making some very obscene remarks about your tits yesterday, not to mention other parts of your body."
Linda blushed and giggled harder.
"Ooooo like what did he say?"
Alice made a face.
"I don't think I can repeat them. But let me tell you, he was making it very clear that he liked the way you looked."
"But he hasn't seen me… not since I started to grow."
"Yes he has. Your mother sent a picture of you end Ben to your grandmother. And if you'll recall, she's my grandmother, too. Anyway, Ron kept looking at you in that picture and eyeing you very closely. I think he even took it into the bathroom with him a couple of times while we were there… if you know what I mean."
Linda was thrilled to think that her picture excited a boy so much he would jack off while looking at it. She licked her lips as she pictured Ron sitting on the john, yanking on his cock with one hand, holding her picture with the other, talking dirty to her, telling her how big her tits wore and how much he wanted to shove his dick up her tight little pussy-hole.
"Golly!" Linda said, gnawing her thumbnail.
Alice smiled. She thought the idea of a boy doing anything like that was simply silly. Why use a picture, after all, when, he could have the real thing?
"You like Ron?" she asked casually.
"I guess he's OK," Linda said, her voice revealing that she really thought he was considerably more than just OK. "Are you interested in Ben, by any chance?"
Alice blushed, herself, grinning.
"You could say that."
Linda felt her heart leap.
"Wow! Wouldn't it be just terrific if we could get them to take us out on a date? We could double-date. Golly, that would be fantastic!"
Alice nodded slightly, her pretty head cocked to one side. It was at that exact moment that Sam, in the attic crawlspace, stuck his eye closer to the peephole.
Alice, aware that such things went on, aware that her brother spied on her quite often while she played with herself in bed, saw the glint of reflected light from Sam's eye, and she quickly looked away, her heart suddenly racing.
She turned toward Linda and made a face, then suddenly drew the blankets up high over both of them so they were hidden from view from above.
Alice quickly drew Linda close and whispered into her ear.
"Somebody is watching us. They're up in the attic or something, and there's a hole in your ceiling. Did you know that?"
Linda shook her head.
"No! Who could it be?"
"Ben and Ron?"
"No. They're in the next room. They've been making noise over there off and on all evening."
Alice's eyes went wide.
"Your father?"
Linda was shocked at the very idea.
"You're nuts!" she cried out, and she started to jerk the covers off her head and look for this hole in her ceiling.
But Alice stopped her.
"Wait! Let's at least check it out before we give it away that we know someone's up there."
Linda was hesitant, but she agreed to Alice's plan. They got out from under the covers and talked for a few minutes. Then Alice said she had to go to the bathroom, and Linda casually mentioned she'd go get them a doughnut or a cookie.
Alice knew from experience that where there was one peephole, there was usually another, and that the other one was usually in the bathroom. Further, she reasoned that whoever was up there had been spying on Linda for a while and would be interested in seeing a different pair of tits.
She was certain it was Linda's father.
She went into the bathroom and lifted her nightie, then sat down on the toilet. If Mr. Brooks was like most men, he would be crawling over here right now. She glanced up at the ceiling. Sure enough, there they were two tiny holes. She smiled and shook her head. How silly men were.
She let go a burst of hot piss, splashing it loudly into the toilet bowl. And while she sat there, she slipped the strap of her nightie off one shoulder and pushed the sleek material down off one big tit. She pretended to be examining her nipple, aware that her every move was being watched from above.
She had to give Linda enough time to find out where her father was.
Linda rushed down the stairs, hoping against hope that her father was sitting quietly in the living room. But he was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Daddy, Mom?" she asked, trying to calm her pounding heart.
"Hmmmm?"
Linda shook her head. She pushed through the door into the kitchen, but he wasn't there. She walked over to the door leading up the stairs to the garage and noticed that the light was on up there.
She smiled to herself, convinced that Alice was crazy and just pulling a trick on her. But then she thought about how someone could get into the attic, and she knew there was a way to do it from the garage.
She opened the door quietly and darted quickly up the stairs. There was a tiny window in the door, so she didn't have to open it to see into the garage. It was empty except for the ladder standing in the center of the floor, leading up to a trapdoor.
The trapdoor was closed, but Linda could see that light was leaking from a crack in the boards of the door.
Somebody was up there, all right.
Her own father!
She blushed and burned at the thought. She turned and quietly went back down the stairs, her shoulders slumped. How could he do such a thing to his own daughter?
But as she went back down to the kitchen and grabbed two cookies from the cupboard, she began to have other thoughts. She felt her nipples give a tingle at the image of her father spying on her while she lay in her bed, touching herself, stroking her budding young tits, massaging her aching, longing cunt.
She walked casually back through the living room and back up the stairs to her bedroom. Alice was still in the bathroom, keeping her father busy.
"I've got the cookies, Alice," she called, and she hopped back into her bed.
She munched one of the cookies thoughtfully, considering the problem from all sides. If her picture excited Ron, why shouldn't her body excite her father? And if Ron could jack off using her picture, then why shouldn't her own father jack off using her body?
The more she thought about it, the more she realized that it was a relatively harmless game and the more she became excited. She had an absolutely horrible time keeping her eyes away from the ceiling.
Alice flushed the toilet, then came back, to bed. She was grinning and snickering.
She took the cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, giggling hard.
Linda looked at her, then lowered her face, lifted her eyes and gave a slight nod, indicating that Alice was right. It was her father who was up there watching them.
Alice almost burst out laughing. She had formulated a wonderful plan while she sat on the toilet. If only Linda would cooperate with her, they could give Mr. Brooks the fucking time of his life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda stared wide-eyed at the mysteriously exciting object Alice pulled out of her overnight bag. It was a long fat rubber cylinder, flesh-colored and ribbed with veins, and it looked like nothing in the world so much as a gigantic cock.
Linda's heart hammered in her chest and she nearly forgot that she was being watched from above by her own daddy. She licked her lips as Alice offered to let her hold the amazing instrument.