Chapter 1

George Wilke lived in a medium size town in an older section of town that existed before the time of developers building subdivisions outside of towns. His three bedroom, one bathroom, house was twelve hundred square feet, modest in size, but it had been large enough for him and his wife to raise three children. It had a detached garage in back of the house on the alley that ran the length of several blocks. It was there that all of the utilities were run. The garbage truck picked up the trash back there too. The garage was a two story, two car garage. His son had lived back there when he turned sixteen. That let his two sisters have their own bedrooms. This eased the tension in the house considerably! The girls stopped fighting, it freed up the bathroom for the girls and his boy had a place to bring girls, sneaking them up the stairs from the alley.

The apartment upstairs had a living room/kitchen combination, a bathroom with a walk-in shower, and a bedroom with a queen size bed. All his son’s stuff still resided in those rooms. George hadn’t been up there in twenty years.

They are all gone now. His wife of forty three years had died from breast cancer just six months before. Both daughters had gotten married and moved away. They both gave him grandkids, two from each. His son had chosen the Marine Corps. He died from a roadside IED explosion in Iraq in 2006. He had never married.

So George was alone, he still worked, he was a machinist at a small shop doing mostly small runs and piece work. They didn’t have CNC machines. He had always been proud of the work he turned out, and rightfully so! He consistently turned out precise, in tolerance parts, that passed Quality Control without a single rejection in over forty years. George also owned a quarry, he sold gravel that his rock crusher produced in several sizes. He sold the gravel on order by size and tonnage.

He didn’t have any hobbies to speak of, he was one of those people who fervently believed that his work was his hobby. His one vice was that he liked drinking beer. He rarely got drunk, but when he was home in the evening he would almost always have a beer in a foam insulated holder.

Since his wife had died he found himself alone with no one to talk to, no one to share his life with, he found himself drinking more and sitting in the dark without the TV on. He had even considered killing himself! He had started gaining weight. He had always prided himself that he had kept his weight at around one hundred and eighty pounds. That was almost perfect for his six foot three inch frame.

One afternoon he came home from work, drove his car into the garage and noticed that in the other bay, some things had been moved around. He went over and looked, mostly there were boxes of junk that most people accumulate over the course of a lifetime, some books, knickknacks, keepsakes, and the like. There was an old mattress and some chairs. And those were what had been moved. The mattress and box springs had been stored on edge. Now the mattress was down on the floor as if someone had laid down on it. Nothing appeared to be missing however. Then he saw them, on the floor next to the bed was a freshly used rubber, and next to it was another. Someone had broken into his garage and fucked somebody! For years he had found used rubbers in the alley. He sometimes would see a car parked there late at night too! But this was new! No one had ever broken into the garage, to steal or do anything else before.

Then George thought, ‘I wonder who did it?’ And then he thought, ‘I wonder if they’ll be back?’ And his third thought was ‘I wonder if I could catch them in the act?’and that gave George an idea for his very first hobby! He got his iPad and searched for spy cameras on Amazon. He found what he wanted eventually, it was wired for power with a battery backup. It had an AI human detection system that would start recording and notify him on his phone when it was activated. He could remotely zoom to 4X power and would remotely move twenty degrees in side to side movement and ninety degrees in vertical movement. It had an IR night mode and a full 1080 color camera. It recorded to a two terabyte micro SD card and could also download directly to the iCloud with a cell phone connection. It was only one hundred and eighty dollars, he bought two and they were delivered the next day.

He mounted the cameras at the side and foot of the mattress on the ceiling; he was able to add two duplex outlets and connect them both to 120 volt power. They had a micro switch that turned off their operating lights. There was nothing to indicate that it was operating and when he lay on the mattress and looked for them he couldn’t see them in the shadows.

At work the next day things were going well, he kept his phone with him all the time, and so far he hadn’t received any notifications. That changed at three forty in the afternoon, his phone chirped that the cameras had both activated. He took a break as soon as he finished the cut he was doing on a part. He went to the break room and turned on his iPad, then opened the app that the cameras operated on. He had it set to a split screen, but all he had to do was tap one or the other to make it go full screen. There on both screens were two girls kissing one another! French kissing one another! He zoomed up on their faces, he recognized both of them as being neighborhood kids. He couldn’t recall their names off hand.

As he watched they began running their hands over each other’s breasts and crotches over their clothes. They had both removed their shirts and were undoing their bras when he had to go back to work. He couldn’t wait to get home and watch what was going to happen next. Would they eat each other out? What else would they do?

George finished work and went straight home. He parked in the garage and went inside the house. He hadn’t seen anyone on the mattress or anywhere else in the garage, not that he had looked that hard.

Inside he brought the videos up on his iPad from the cloud. He watched and listened as they walked in through the side door he thought he had locked.

“Jenny, it sure is great that you tried that door last week! It gives us a nice cozy spot to make out!”

“And fuck! It sure beats the backseat of Don’s Honda Civic!”

“When are you going to dump that jerk? He treats you like shit!”

“But he has a big dick! And it feels good sliding in and out of my pussy! You need to try it! I don’t mind sharing with you! In fact while you are riding his dick, I can be licking your clit!”

“If he wasn’t such an asshole I would consider it! But I can’t trust him not to blab about us being bisexual! If that ever got out and my daddy heard about it, he would kill me!”

“As far as I know he hasn’t told anyone about fucking me! Have you heard anything, Pam?”

“No, but then he’s what, nineteen years old! He isn’t in high school anymore! So we don’t exactly run with the same crowd as that douchbag!”

As they were talking they sat down on the mattress. Then they leaned toward each other and kissed. The kiss continued as they began feeling each other’s bodies over their clothes. Then they broke away and removed each other’s t-shirts that had band names on them. Bands that George had never heard of. Then they unhooked each other’s bras and took them off. Pam’s tits were larger than Jenny’s small, maybe “A” cup breasts. Pam’s were bigger but not much bigger, maybe a “B” cup.

They were both similar to his late wife’s titties. The thought almost made him cry. He missed her, that was for sure and for certain!

Looking back at his screen they were kissing while rubbing their nipples back and forth against each other. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen! Then they both stood and shimmied out of their tight jeans, taking their panties down at the same time. They slipped out of their sandals and took their jeans and panties the rest of the way off, then hugged as they both collapsed onto the mattress. Pam worked down and began sucking one of Jenny’s nipples and pinching the other one. Moans could be heard coming from both of them. Between their legs, neither of them had any pubic hair, their pussies glistened in the light from a lamp that had been placed on a chair. Pam’s pussy lips were about an inch wide, they were spread out like the wings of a butterfly. Jenny’s were open too, but they were not as pronounced. Both of them were beautiful!

Then Pam swiveled and put her face down and noisily began licking and sucking Jenny’s pussy as she was doing the same to Pam’s. He continued to watch as they brought each other to several orgasms each. Looking down, George’s cock was harder than it had been in three years.

He watched as they both sat up and started to talk to one another.

“You sure eat my pussy good, Pam!”

“I just do what you are doing to me!”

“It’s nice in here, but I wonder if Mr. Wilke has seen the mattress on the floor!”

“If he did he might think the wind blew them over or something!”