Chapter 1: A normal boy in a house filled with women

I didn't start out to be a spy. But I had a twelve year-old boy's interest in seeing naked women and I lived in a house full of females. I really couldn't help my self. I started out by trying to catch them undressing in the pool house or coming out of the bathroom after a shower. That just made them lock doors and put on robes before walking out of the bathroom. This caused a great deal of frustration for my normal twelve year-old boy balls. So I was forced to find other means to satisfy my normal desires.

Yeah, that's a bunch of hogwash. I was a horny little kid who wanted to see naked girls and when I couldn't peep at them through keyholes or windows I found other means to do it. So, here's my story. I'm seventeen now and all of this started when I was twelve.

Let's go back in time five years. Here is my family as it was at that time.

My mother, Alice, is 37 years old. Mom is a soap addict. She watches six or more everyday. At dinner she used to try to discuss the characters with us but as we found out they were just characters on TV we stopped holding up our end of the conversation. Eventually she stopped trying to get us interested.

Mom has a body that is still in very good shape for a woman her age. She has huge tits that my horny twelve year-old boy hormones want to caress and suck every time I see them. She is 5' 8" tall and weights 130 pounds. (This part I got off her driver's license) Her husband (my dad) died in a car accident two years ago and he left us enough money between the insurance and royalties from his patents that mom doesn't really have to work. She works part-time anyway so that she will have money for "extras" she says. I think she just doesn't want to stay home alone some days. She is torn between her soaps and the quiet noises that a house makes when no one else is home. (She is still that way. I feel sorry for her.)

My oldest sister is Martha. She will be sixteen in another month. She inherited mom's chest although she is a good 5 inches shorter than mom is. She also got all of my father's intellect without the mathematical and engineering bent. Martha is more interested in people than in technology. She only learned to use a computer when my dad showed how to find out things on the Internet. She manages to keep her weight down only by her periodic crash diets and swimming in our pool.

Jane is the real athlete in the family. She is fourteen and she does not have an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Her boobs are just small bumps on her chest. I've seen her in a dress only twice in my life. The first time was at our Aunt Mary's wedding. The second time was at dad's funeral. She gets so-so grades in school but she can outrun and outfight any boy in school. I watched her do both things one day. She was at a school track meet when she beat every girl's and every boy's time in the 100-meter and 200 meter races. Later that day, some jock she had beaten in the race tried to bully her into getting off the track team. I watched her kick his ass royally. The guy wouldn't have tried it if he hadn't caught her alone on a short cut from school to our house. There was no way he was going to report being beaten up by a girl three years younger than himself, so he just made up a story about being attacked by some members of the other team. They left him with two black eyes, a split lip, and a cracked rib. Jane didn't know I had seen her teach him a lesson and I was careful to stay on her good side from then on.

Tiffany is ten years old. She is the only really feminine girl in the family. Tiff hasn't started developing a figure yet, but I think she will tend to favor mom's curves more than Jane's does. She is heavily into dolls and horses and all the other things that girls are supposed to be interested in at that age. As far as my mother is concerned Tiffany can do no wrong. If Tiff has a fight with any of us, we automatically lose when mom gets involved. Consequently we try to keep mom out of any disagreements we have with Tiff.