Part XXI - Influence So Bad

Drawn by the hurried whispers and dim squeals of unseen trespassers, Dalenna Octavia Solcord marched with a purpose across the back yard of the Heterson homestead, and rounding the corner she halted, staring down at the prone pair of young people lying in the lee of the tall house.

Huh ... what do we have here...?

Dale eyed the rapidly deflating penis of the boy, glanced at the satisfied kitten face of the little redhaird girl, fought not smile, because she was the adult here and despite her delight at interrupting such a provocative scene some authority was obviously needed.

So she set hands firmly on her round hips, forced a stern look upon her aquiline face and cleared her throat to get their attention.

Four young eyes flew wide and stared upwards in surprise. The boy’s expression quickly switched to a friendly greeting, “Hey there, you put your top back on.”

The girl’s reaction was slightly different.

“Ohhh CRAP!” the ginger sprang to her feet and ran screaming away in a spray of grass clods, vanishing around the front of the house.

“Huh ... she can move pretty fast.” remarked her former playmate as he stared at the hole in the air that used to be Katrina Nierce the sixteen year old papergirl, then he looked back to the tall blonde who towered over him, glaring. But he only had eyes for the full melons of her creamy breasts, caught tight in straining purple fabric.

Ohhhh ... they look even better from underneath...

“Wha--stop that!” snapped Dale.

“St ... stop what...?” he inquired lazily as he zipped himself back up.

“Stop looking at my--at me like that!”

“How is it possible to not to, Dude? Hot damn, I gotta ask...”

“Ask what?”

“You play with those things every chance you get, right? Dude! How could you not!” and Randy’s hand raised of it’s own accord and reached up tentatively for the left one with eager fingers.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing?!” Dale slapped it back, studying his face intently, but it wasn’t a cruel or lecherous smile that cut crookedly across the boy’s round face as he stared up at the objects of his most latest obsessive desires, the grin was only dopey with spent lust and happy relief. He obviously wasn’t thinking straight.

But that’s no excuse, Dale snorted, the little perv...

“Okay, enough of this.” and she stooped, caught his earlobe tightly between thumb and index finger, then hauled him up onto his feet.

“Ow! Owww!” he tried to slap her hand away but Kev’s aunt held fast, “Jeez! Lady! That hurts like a bitch!”

“That’s the point!” she set off back the way she’d come, dragging him after her.

Randy came very reluctantly, stumbling and staggering to keep up with the blonde’s angry pace, lest his lobe get torn off, then she had the back door of the house open and was hauling him through.

She threw back a bare foot and SLAM! sealed them indoors then was looking around with a scowl.

“Shit! Dude, you g-gotta let go!” Randy pleaded, gripping her surprisingly strong wrist.

“Quit calling me dude, you little degenerate.”

“But please! You’re hurting me!”

“You’re lucky that’s all I’m doing, after catching you peeping on me with your little whore love bunny. Dammit, now where does Heather keep the portable phone?”

Dale spied the basement door and decided there must be one down there at least, so she dragged her captive over and pulled it open, let go of his ear and thrust him down the steps. She followed after him, poking him painfully in the back to keep him moving, and when they reached the bottom she shoved him firmly across the room, making him sit upon the old armchair that inhabited the corner of the Heterson rec room.

“Make a move and I break your legs, boy.”

Randy gaped up at the bikini-clad woman fearfully and did as he was told. Dale pivoted around on her bare heal and spied a phone hanging on a support beam, went to it and caught it up, listened and heard the dial tone.

“Who ... who are you calling?” the boy asked from his seat.

“Who do you think? The police.”

“What?! But-”

Dale held up a hand, silencing him, “You’re caught, kid. Voyeurism is illegal, and so is trespassing.”

“But--But Kev ... I was looking for him.”

“You’re a friend of my nephew?” she frowned and Randy nodded fervently. She shrugged her creamy shoulders, “No matter. Peeping is peeping. Hope seeing my breasts is all worth it when you’re getting your ass kicked for the ninth time in a row at juvenile hall.”

“Awww, come on! You were the one nude in public!”

“This is private property, kid. It’s my right. Just like I have a right not to be observed by uninvited perverts with ... cameras?!”

For the first time she had spied the long-lensed Canon XSi hanging over the kid’s shoulder, how could she have missed it!

Her knuckles went white gripping the phone and it’s thin plastic creaked dangerously, threatening to crack. “Did--Did you take PICTURES of me!?”

Randy blinked across the dingy room at the wrathful valkyrie in a purple bathing suit, his mouth opening-and-closing like a screen door flapping in a hurricane, stomach flip-flopped madly.

“Uhhh ... m-maybe?”

“You little turd!” Dale slammed the phone back on it’s cradle and stalked back across the basement toward him, weaving around the old pool table like a furious knight of old rounding a battlement. She reached him and caught up the camera, tearing it off his shoulder in a snap! of it’s leather strap.

“Hey! That’s my Dad’s!”

“Shut your face!” Dale thumbed the Canon on and flipped it to Play mode, began cycling back through the most recently snapped shots. Her brow furrowed and her eyes burned like setting suns as her own half-naked body blinked across the little display screen, then she lowered the camera and stared down at the boy.