Seventy Nine
Mark
Sliding down into the bushes, I watched her. She was still as beautiful as ever. Her long honey blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. It made me wanted to grab her from behind and yank her backwards.
Still, I couldn’t do that.
Not yet.
She was getting ready for some party it looked like. The dress she had in her hand was long and flowing.
I’m sure her Prince Charming, Mr. Ashton Blackthorne was due home any minute now.
She stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and panties.
God, I still wanted her.
She bent over as she’d dropped something. Her firm ass strained the delicate fabric of her panties and I swore I saw a tiny wet spot on the crotch. Her pussy was wet right now! I groaned almost too loudly.
I crouched even lower in the bushes to be sure no one heard me. Then I heard a car pull up into the driveway
Leaning against the side of the house, I remembered how close I’d been to having her when she had returned to my father’s house.
Her breasts had heaved against my arm as I tried to pull her to me.
But she’d gotten away.
She wouldn’t get away this time.
I was going to make sure of it.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Michaelson, your son is a pervert.” I could hear my mother wailing as they pushed me into the patrol car.
“No, he’s a good boy, really he is.”
All this was over some stupid girl who said I’d been ‘peeping’ at her through a hole in the locker room wall.
The girl who was named Brandy was in the same grade as Amber. She was a pretty thing with long curling brown hair. She was built much like my sister with an incredible rack and a round ass. Other than my sister, she was the most sought after girl at school.
I figured if I couldn’t have Amber why not her?
Brandy had stayed late after school for cheerleading practice. I’d watched from behind the bleachers all the cheerleaders went into the locker room. Then I’d slipped inside a space I’d discovered between the guys’ and girls’ locker rooms.
Taking my tool kit, I’d drilled a small hole. As soon as the girls began filtering in, I had a front row seat to see some of the prettiest girls in school stripped down to their bras and panties.
My cock was hard as I stared at Brandy in particular. I imagined her and my sister getting it on touching each other breasts. As Brandy slipped off her bra to get into the shower, I cried out too loudly as I came.
Unfortunately, that alerted her to my presence. She screamed and everyone came running. I tried escaping through the boys’ locker room, but Principal Neely caught me. I tried fast talking him claiming I was only ‘curious’, but once he read my ‘Peeping Tom’ history he called the police.
And now my mother was trying to bargain with the police into not hauling me into the station. She pleaded and cried begging the officers not to let her boy be charged with such a ‘shameful’ crime.
She just couldn’t accept that I did it. I looked because I wanted to plain and simple. But looking at Brandy didn’t excite me nearly as much as looking at Amber. I didn’t see Brandy as evil. My sister was evil.
It was her fault I was in trouble.
In the end, the police felt sorry for my mother and let me go.
As I walked home from the subway, I heard a radio announcement.
“Amber Michaelson, girlfriend of business tycoon, Ashton Blackthorne, will be hosting her first runway show next weekend to debut her new lingerie line, Owned by Ashton.”
My heart raced as I heard those words. So my sister was going to appear live on stage. Finally, the whole world was going to see what a filthy slut she was.
Thunder roared across the sky as I walked up the stairs to the dingy apartment. I looked up to see the purplish black sky. Looked like a storm was coming.
And none too soon.