"Peeping aunt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER TWO

Supper was as usual. Dolly, her older sister by two years, and her husband Dan were shoveling away the food as if there was no tomorrow. She couldn't understand how they avoided middle-aged spread. Both had.

"So I said to that bid son of a bitch, 'Look here, Mr. Fontaine, if I don't get that raise, I'll take up Breckinridge's offer and leave you to run this office all by yourself.'"

"What'd old prune-face have to say then?" asked Dolly.

"What could he say? The bastard doesn't have any balls. He gave me the raise – and ready for this? – he gave me a two-week vacation starting next Monday!"

"Two weeks!" shrieked Dolly. "That's wonderful!"

"Sure is, Dolly my love. I was thinking we could take a second honeymoon, just you and me and go over to Vegas. Maybe go through the marriage jazz again. Nothing wrong with you being my second wife as well as my first."

Lynn felt uneasy with such conversation. The two were too open about personal matters to make her comfortable. And the way they carried on about sexual things, no wonder their son had turned into a sex maniac balling any chick who'd open her legs for him.

She didn't much care for the filthy language they used either, but she couldn't say too much. They were kind enough to let her stay in their home after she'd lost the job after the company went down the tubes, she quickly corrected. She was a good secretary. It wasn't her fault the company had gone bankrupt and there were no openings for secretaries right now.

She owed them much. But she wished to high Heaven they didn't swear so much. And in front of Carey.

The light in Dolly's eyes grew. "A second honeymoon. And getting married again. But, hey, wouldn't that be bigamy, getting married without getting a divorce first?"

"Hell, babe, if I gotta do time for bigamy, there's no one else in the whole Goddamn world I'd rather do it with than you."

"Or anything else," Dolly muttered, thinking Lynn couldn't hear her. Her sister was always doing that as if she didn't want to embarrass her.

"Yeah, that'd be a kick, having two wives…"

"What?"

"… two wives just like you. Twins, you know? Both of them in bed with me and doing…"

"Dan, shut your mouth," snapped Lynn.

"Sorry, Lynn. Didn't meant to upset you like that." He didn't sound the least bit contrite and Carey snickered a little.

"And you shut your mouth, young man. You're getting left behind on this little vacation. Your Aunt Lynn's going to have to look after you for a couple weeks."

"Aw, Mom, I didn't mean anything by it."

"The hell you didn't. But, Lynn, you don't mind staying here and looking after Carey, do you? It is sort of a chance for a second honeymoon and Dan's been working his ass off lately."

Lynn sniffed slightly, then said, "Of course not. You two have put me up and helped me when I needed it. This is the least I can do to repay your kindness."

Dan looked relieved and Dolly said, "Please, Lynn, don't think you have to owe us anything. You're family. We look after our own. But you're such a dear to run herd on Carey for us," she quickly added before her sister could change her mind.

"Aw, Mom, I don't need a babysitter I can look after myself. Hell, I'm sixteen years old!"

Dan snorted and said, "A babysitter's the last thing you need. You'd have her knocked up so fast it'd make even my head spin. No, son, what you need is someone, to do the cooking for you. Hamburgers and Cokes and peanut butter sandwiches for two weeks isn't the kind of diet I'd wish off on anyone. Even you, and you'd enjoy the hell out of it."

Carey resigned himself to silence. But secretly be was gloating. This was going to be a real blast. He could out-think Aunt Lynn any time of the day and twice on Sundays. He'd get her out and…

"And you'd better not throw any big parties while we're gone, either," said Dolly to her son. "I remembered the last one. Where was it, Dan? Oh, yes, over at the Hurwell's. Damned near wrecked the house."

"I won't allow anything like that to happen, Dolly. You can count on it," primly said Lynn, glaring at Carey.

The teenager looked at his aunt and, tried to figure her out. He couldn't do it. She was only a couple years younger than his mother but seemed older, lots older, maybe even sixty. A real prude, she seemed to think anything having to do with sex was dirty. He still, remembered the fuss she'd raised when she'd found the copy of Hustler under his bed. She hadn't said anything to his parents, as if they would have really cared.

The Martin family had a loose and easy attitude towards sex. Carey knew his father and mother would raise hell if they actually caught him with Joanne, fucking her cross-eyed, but they knew he wasn't a virgin. They just assumed he wasn't.

And their own attitudes were open. How his mother could be such a neat person and her sister such an old stick-in-the-mad, he couldn't figure out.

Even the way his Aunt Lynn dressed was years older than her actual age. Paisley print, for Christ's sake! She lacked everything that would have made her attractive, yet he could see her beauty lurking. Some makeup, a change of clothes, getting a different hairdo anything but that tight topknot and maybe loosening up and she'd be dynamite. She had a good figure but contrived to hide it under loose clothing. And her legs weren't all that bad, either.

Carey found himself looking at his aunt with more than a little lust now and then. His father said that was okay, he was a growing boy and trying to get all the sex stuff sorted out in his head. He'd mumbled something about Freud the boy didn't understand, but all he really knew was that his aunt could have been a hell of a lot sexier than she was.

The only thing lacking in the perfect picture of an old maid was the orthopedic shoes.

No, he wouldn't have any trouble slipping Joanne in and out of the house while his parents were gone. And Aunt Lynn would have to do shopping and go on a few job interviews, and the like the could cut class and have the house to himself.

As if reading his mind, Dan said, "If you do drink any of the booze, you better replace it, kiddo. And don't get caught buying it. You have friends old enough. Let them do it. Are you tracking me?"

He was.

His father was understanding. He knew what it was like to be young, perhaps because he himself had never stopped. There would be a wild free-for-all party while they were gone, both Dan and Dolly knew it. But Dan was just warning his son to keep it cool and the crack about the booze told him in a roundabout fashion: liquor is okay but no dope.

Carey thought those pound rules were just fine. Aunt Lynn, however, obviously took the words to mean what they literally sounded like. Carey shrugged it off. There was time to deal with his aunt later.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Carey found he was so worn out from his all-night lovemaking from the night before, he wanted to go to bed early. To sleep.

Lynn wasn't the least bit tired. She was, if anything, keyed up. There was an electric tension in the air between Dolly and Dan. The way they looked at each other all night long told her that the raise and vacation had punched all the right buttons. They excused themselves early, pleading tiredness.

But it wasn't sleep Lynn saw in their eyes. And the tension in the air had been repressed sexual desire. They wanted to get it on hot and heavy but couldn't not there with Lynn watching. Retiring to their bedroom and shutting the door was their answer for a little privacy.

Lynn tried watching television for a while longer and found her mind drifting in directions she didn't like. This peeping-tom business bothered her. She knew she got off on it in a big way but it still bothered her. It was wrong. She shouldn't do it.

The simple fact was that she couldn't stop herself.

Sitting and watching television would be dull in comparison to seeing what was happening between Dolly and Dan.

As if her feet had minds of their own, she found herself slipping out the back door and around the house to her sister and brother-in-law's bedroom window. The night was warm but it was a lot hotter inside.

"So where did you say you wanted it?" Lynn heard Dan's voice say.

"Where do you think, silly? There, ohhhh, yesss! No, dammit, not that hole!"

"Why not? Seems like a nice, tight fit to me. Maybe too damn tight. A nice asshole, but that figures. You've got such a nice ass. Every time you wiggle that perky behind gets me hard."

"Really?"

"Sure, babe. Just wiggle your bottom right now and see what happens. Yeah, like that. Hey, that feels good. Al that nice ass flesh on either side of my cock, rubbing against the sides. Hmmmm, yeah, real good."

"Easy for you to say when I'm doubled up like a pretzel."

Lynn's blonde head poked up over the window sill. She had to see what was happening. On the bed, sheets thrown back, was Dolly, with her legs doubled up and knees pressing firmly down into her generous boobs. Dan's arms were around her, holding her in the position while his cock teased at her asshole.

A tingle of delight surged through Lynn's body. Illicit delight, joy at watching two people fuck.

She felt a momentary fear and a desire to run, bide, cry. But the hypnotic effect of the two in front of her, passionately wrestling, held her. She was enthralled by the closeness of their bodies. The way the man's cock speared out to lightly probe into the upturned asshole made her quiver with anticipation.

Would he shove it all the way in? Would he fuck her ass? Could he keep her in such a position while he greeked her?

The questions were never answered, because he quickly switched the locale of his lovemaking. Releasing the pressure on the woman's legs a little, he wetly slipped forward. The slickness of the woman's genitals was obvious to the woman crouched outside the window.

The way her sister moaned, she knew a cock had been shoved all the way up her cunt. It had the sound of it in her voice. Of the many times Lynn had hidden, watching, listening, she'd discovered a difference in the quality of sounds made by men and women.

A moan contained subtle undertones only someone like her could ever detect. She wasn't wrapped up in the fucking. It was an objective decision; one based on long observation.

This moan told her the woman loved the way a long, throbbing alive prick was shoved into her twat.

"Keep it there," she said, "just let it stay there for a while. Don't move it around."

"Don't move what around?" the man demanded. "This?"

"Ummm, oh, shut! Yes, damn you, that! Just keep me plugged up with that hunk of manmeat for a while."

"Manmeat?" he asked. "What's that? Tell me what you want. Exactly."

Lynn shuddered and it wasn't from cold. The night was hot, sticky, just like her cunt was becoming from watching. It was from the words spoken. She never understood how two people could tolerate such vulgar speech. They actually seemed to get a charge out of saying those vile things to each other. It was almost a game with Dan and Dolly.

"Your cock, your thick, cum-filled pecker, your pecker head! I want it in my cunt."

"You said 'it' again. I don't know what you mean." He twitched his hips and spiraled his cock around inside her frothy cauldron. Her cunt was being stirred by the best rod imaginable and the woman let him know it.

"Your prick in my twat, that's what I mean! And I love it when you move around inside me like that. My pussy gets all tensed up and begins to feel ripply, you know?"

"Goddamn, how could I not know!" he exclaimed. "You're clamping down on my cock like you're already getting off."

"Mmmmm," came the soft sigh.

Lynn looked and couldn't see what was happening. Changing angles, she finally positioned herself so that she could see the bureau minor. With the angle she had added to the mirror's reflection, she could see everything the two did.

The man's hips were making tiny jutting motions. As if hying to drive his already ensheathed cock even deeper into her belly, he kept moving. Lynn began to wonder. What did that feel like? Was it like stuffing a vibrator up her cunt? But a fleshy, meaty, warm vibrator made out of cock? Was that what it was like?

Or was it something different?

The white forms on the bed continued their minute movements. The woman lurking outside their bedroom window was becoming impatient. Why didn't they really get it on? Why didn't they really fuck each other?

The couple rolled over on their sides, backs to the window. A little repositioning and they were again locked together, spoon-fashion. All she could see from the window was her brother-in-law's hairy ass slowly moving back and forth in a dreamy motion.

But in the mirror, there she could see it all.

His cock came between the twin pillars of her sister's legs and vanished up her twat. The sandy hair of her pussy mound was almost invisible in the dim light, but the ugly red cock wasn't. And the grinning lips it was being thrust between were more than obvious. They were obscenely spread in wanton invitation.

When her sister lifted one milky white leg over her husband's, this opened her snatch up even more fully to his exploration. His hip movements stayed the same but he was going deeper and deeper up her quim with each thrust.

Lynn could see it all. There, reflected in the mirror, was the sight she longed for to happen to her. A man's cock entering from behind. It would spread wide her soft asscheeks. She could feel the throbbing length of prick push wide her rear and then slide along her sex gash.

Cunt juices would leak out and ooze onto the length of his cock. And then, properly greased, it would go up her twat.

A shiver raced up her spine and she moaned aloud. She bit her lower lip when she realized the couple inside might hear her. They didn't. They were too busy fucking each other.

Fucking each other, Dan using slow, easy strokes to get into her quim. Every time she lifted her leg a little higher, it was reflected in the minor so the woman outside could see.

Pink pussy lips were pushed to the limit to take the thick staff of cock going up that leaking twat. The way it would spilt her, make her feel like a woman, send electric tremors all through her being, delighted the woman.

Her hand rubbed over her snatch. Lifting her skirt, she felt her already soggy cotton panties. Fingers slid under the rim of one leg band and found their way into an already overflowing cunt.

As she watched the slow-motion fucking in front of her, she imagined herself in the bed, the cock going in and out of her manhole. Her cunt begged for it. She felt so hollow inside. Empty, wanting, she had to have that prick slipping in and out, fucking her, making her warm to the rhythmic screwing that would turn her on the most.

There was no need to rush it. They had all night. She could feel the cock driving hard up inside her, dancing around with a lusty dance. It was desire, desire for her that caused it to jerk and buck like that in her hot scabbard.

Lifting her leg tightened her cunt. It collapsed around the cock entering her from between her asscheeks. The warmth, the closeness, the feel of the anus surrounding her, all added to her joy.

And the fingers on her nipples! They weren't gentle. Unlike the cock fucking her, the hands were rough, harsh. They mashed down her tits, ground them into her chest.

And she loved it!

She had to have more!

Lynn moaned aloud when she realized that there was a limit to the noise she could make. Guiltily looking inside, the couple was still at it. The hairy paw clamped ever the woman's tit was just as she imagined it would be. Heavy, punishing, fingers gripping the marble-hard nipple and tweaking.

She slowly lost herself to the fantasy it was her in the bed, her brother-in-law's cock in her cunt, his fingers diddling with her nipples. The way her tits felt, confined in their bra cups, she was sure they would explode like balloons overinflated. Excited blood pounded into them.

That same blood almost deafened her. The sound of the surf was in her temples. She almost missed the words drifting out from inside the room.

"I… I'm hot enough, love! Fuck me harder! Really fuck me!"

"I know you're hot. I can feel how hot you are… all around my cock!" came the answer.

But that set off a chain reaction in the room. His hands worked with greater force on her knockers. Crushing, molding, rotating the blobs of firm titflesh he mauled her chest.

Arrows of delight stabbed into her. And when the speed of his fucking picked up, she was hard pressed to keep her fingers driving up into her cunt to keep up. The woman was reliving every movement going on inside the bedroom.

How she longed for a cock in her needy cunt! The hours she'd driven herself mad with grief wanting to get laid.

This was the answer. She didn't have to cope with the animal-men who wanted nothing from her but a tight pussy. She could see how it should be, vicariously experience the ultimate human pleasure.

Faster and faster the cock seared into the cunt. She sighed, bucked her hips back to catch every thrust now. It was vanishing balls-deep up her cunt. The wet patch on the sheets spread, as sweat and cunt juice dribbled down. The two were bucking and thrashing around like they were possessed by demons. And they were demons of lust. They longed for each other's flesh. His cock surged all the way up her cunt. And his prick was massaged and stroked the entire distance by tight, clinging pussy walls.

They both climaxed at the same instant.

"Aiieeee!" echoed through the stillness of the night.

All the while they were frantically fucking, Lynn was masturbating. Her fingers were greasy from her love juices but she got off, too. She found her clit and began diddling it.

The lightning bolt of orgasm ripping through her body robbed her of all strength. Her legs collapsed under her. She weakly rested, back against the wall of the house, panting, body drenched in sweat, for long minutes.

Her euphoria turned to instant, cold-knot-in-the-stomach fear when she heard a voice directly over her head say, "I dunno, babe. Thought I heard something out here. Don't see anything, though. What? The hell you say. You couldn't do that!"

There was a muffled response Lynn couldn't hear, her ears plugged with fright.

Then: "Goddamn, you can do it! And damned if I'm not going to fuck you like that, too!"

The window slammed and the curtains hissed shut.

But Lynn limply sat outside the window for almost five minutes. It took that long for her to realize how close she'd come to getting caught spying on her sister and brother-in-law.