Chapter 1

I’m not the ONLY voyeur in the family. I caught my dad out back peeking in my sister’s window. It was night and he thought he couldn’t be seen. But I saw him from my window. We shared a wall between our bedrooms. When I watch someone doing something they think is private, I get sexually excited.

The risk of getting caught is part of the thrill for me. I’ve rarely been caught--lots of practice spying on my family. I learned a lot about them--when they masturbated and when they fucked--whether it was my sister or parents. It’s what I did, and I did it well. I still do it well.

Why was Dad spying on Leah?

She was in her bedroom. Dad felt compelled to know what she was doing. I get it. I often pressed my ear to the wall and heard her moaning when she masturbated or had sex with Sadie, her bestie. I knew their “fuck schedule” --usually right after school. I had the same schedule, jacking off after a long day, seeing all those hot girls and catching some upskirt panties (or no panties) shots.

The moment of truth was when a girl would scoot onto her desk chair, opening her legs to maneuver, which more often than not would give me a perfect view of their tight, moist panties. Those views build up in a guy’s head. I wanted to fuck them all, so bad. By the time school was I needed to jack off.

It became a thing I did with my friend Troy. We went to my room and jacked off together. He needed a release as much as I did. But it didn’t seem weird to us. It couldn’t be like a Gay thing, since we looked at porn videos--guys fucking women--and my vast Lesbian collection. We liked doing that together. (I learned that he was bi, but we can table that for now.)

Leah was a popular cheerleader in school. Her behavior was borderline slutty. I know that sounds degrading. When a guy gets lots of pussy he’s admired by other guys. When a girl gets a lot of cock, she’s called a slut and other put downs--mostly by other girls. Not fair. I call bullshit! If she was a slut, then so was I. Or I wanted to be! (All men are wanna be sluts!)

She gave her male teachers quite a show between her thighs. She usually sat in the front row of class. It aroused her to open her legs to her teacher and show him her tight panties with a big, wet spot. It seemed to help her grades, though. (I wonder why? ha-ha!) By the time she got home, she needed a release, too. (Hello, cucumber!) (Read “Spying On My Sister” for the cucumber scene.) I got off listening to her cum, whether she was alone or with Sadie.

Full disclosure: My sister and I started fucking when I was fifteen and she was seventeen. (Read my full account of this in my story, “Spying On My Sister”). We fucked whenever we could, two or three times a day, every day! We were in-love, (or I was, at least) sort of, as gross as THAT sounds. Sex between a brother and sister is one thing, but being in-love? She was my first girlfriend, first blow job and first fuck. Before that- nada.

I was your typical nerdy, “shy guy” at school. After puberty kicked in, I transformed into “The Prince of Fucking”. I went from a skinny kid who had a zero chance with girls, to a tall, toned fifteen-year-old with a huge cock (Nine inches) and a lot of swagger.

Fucking Leah gave me confidence with girls. She told me she worshipped my cock. And Sadie agreed. We had threesomes. They both ate pussy, so I got a real education watching them make each other cum with their mouths. Word got out about my big “apparatus”, (thank you Sadie), so I stretched a lot of teen pussy during my last few years of high school. (How romantic, right girls?)

But, hey, this story is not about me. (Uh, come on, let’s get real--it TOTALLY is, motherfucka!) Let’s get back to Dad.

We had the house to ourselves after school. Our parents worked and came home around 7pm. When Troy came over, we’d drink some booze and smoke weed. We did that down in the game room. Our parents partied there with other couples. They were hard core swingers. (I’ll tell you more about that at another time.)

So, again, why was Dad spying on Leah?

She was a “Daddy’s Girl”. A natural cocktease. She teased me and Dad. She’d parade around the house in tight, crop tops and panties--usually thongs. She did this when mom wasn’t home or when we were all were down in the game room.

She wanted Dad to lust after her. And he did. (What man wouldn’t? What dad wouldn’t?) She was a sexy teen with beautiful Scandinavian features: long blonde hair, blue eyes and pouty lips. Her breasts (38D) were nearly busting out of those tight tops. During her teasing she rarely wore a bra. Her big nipples were hard and all I wanted to do was suck them. (Dad must have had that urge, too.)

She talked “little girl talk” when they cuddled on the couch. (He liked that.) If they were in the living room, they toned it down, especially if Mom was home. But when they cuddled in the game room, they were entangled, like a couple. Her breasts crushed into him when he pulled her against his body. I didn’t need to spy to see all this. They did this right in front of me! I felt ignored and left out--like a third wheel. (I would fuck the shit out of her later to release my frustrations.)

If Mom was home, Leah still teased and flirted--but scaled it back. She was sneaky. I noticed her strategically sit across from Dad, wearing a faded blue, denim mini skirt. She would open her legs just enough to let him see her panties. (Of course, I liked to look too!) Arousing Dad aroused her, and it showed on her panties. (Panties tell a story, if you know how to read them. I became a panties scholar.)

Her teasing aroused Dad--even if Mom was there. Did Mom notice his erections? (She might’ve.) What was their deal? I had to know. Was there more to this? Was Mom in on it? I had questions but few answers. This is how I spent my time, masturbating, and figuring out my family’s sexual habits. We had a very liberal, open-minded household. With swingers for parents, the normal rules were blurry at best.

We knew Mom and Dad fucked a lot. We could hear them. They left their bedroom door ajar. Did they want us to peek? (Definitely) Maybe they got off on it? (Yes!) Maybe they wanted to acclimate us to sex--by watching them. (Bingo!)