Chapter 4: Dangling the Bait to the other Fish

Martha was sitting at the table reading the morning paper while Mom was making oatmeal for breakfast. I took the comic section of the paper to read while I waited for the oatmeal. Jane came in from her morning run. She immediately stripped off her sweatshirt to reveal a very damp sports bra. Her nipples stood out prominently from the sweat-soaked bra. I quickly went back to reading my comics.

"Jane, dear," said mom, "I've asked you time and again to please put on a shirt before you sit down to eat."

Jane rolled her eyes and put the sweatshirt back on.

Mom was just putting the bowls of oatmeal on the table when Tiff sat down.

Martha and I put down our sections of the newspaper and we all started eating. I ate in silence as I waited for Tiff to bring up the subject of my new 'radio'. Tiff did not disappoint me.

"Eddy, where did you get the new radio for our bathroom?" Tiff asked me.

I had to play this part very well if I was going to see more that just one sister's pussy.

"I already told you," I said. "I built it yesterday," I said concentrating hard on keeping my tone dismissive and unconcerned.

"It works pretty well," Tiff said. Her tone had just enough encouragement in it to prompt me to brag about how well I designed and built electronic things.

"Yeah," I said. I wasn't going to rise to the bait yet. I wanted her to ask flat out for me to make her a radio just like mine.

"How come your radio can pick up WKNZ better than mine?" Tiff asked impatiently. She was starting to get a little annoyed at my lack of interest.

"I designed it to use an antenna that I mounted in the attic," I said simply. I looked at her blankly, like you would look at a small child who asked why a mountain was where it was instead of someplace else or some other equally inane question.

Nobody else knew what we were talking about but they were beginning to show an interest because of Tiffs persistence in this line of questioning.

"Well, can you make me one?" Tiff asked with more than a little irritation in her voice. She had been reduced to asking outright for something from her brother.

Victory was within reach. I proceeded carefully. Now I was the fisherman and Tiff was the fish. I didn't want to let her off the hook or lose my bait. Mom could easily tell me to give it to her and that would cut my chances for a big payoff at the end.

"I guess I have enough parts to build another one," I said reluctantly. "But I paid for these parts out of my allowance. Are you going to pay me back?" I wanted to sound a little whiny and pissed at being made a slave to Miss Tiff's whims.

"Eddy," said mom jumping in right on cue, "I'm sure you can build your sister a radio with very little effort. I will pay for the parts if Tiff doesn't have the money. "

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Jane. She came in early on this discussion. I didn't want her involved in this until after the deal with Tiff had been concluded and the new Mark IV PEEPER was in Tiff's room. That was when Jane and Martha were supposed to hear it and start demanding one for their rooms. I had to cut this off before they got too eager.

"I ran an antenna up in the attic and built a special amplifier so that my home made radio could pick up most of the radio stations in the Cities," I said. "I wanted to listen to a computer show that is broadcast from there so I had to build something that would pick up that station. I just finished it yesterday and put one radio in my room and one in my bathroom so that I could listen to my programs."

Martha lost interest at this point. Jane stared at me intently. I felt like I was being measured for a noose or a necktie. Jane finally decided on necktie.

"Where is this miracle radio?" asked Jane.

"In our bathroom," said Tiff. She also wanted Jane on her side in this argument. "I'll show it to you after breakfast." The more people that wanted one of my radios the greater the chance would be for her getting one first.

After breakfast Tiff showed Jane the Mark III PEEPER radio. It was still tuned to WKNZ. Jane tried tuning in WKNZ on her boombox. She grimaced when she found the station and quickly turned it off.

Jane looked right at me. "How much?" she barked at me.

"I don't know." I started to reply.

Jane cut me off. "Now you listen to me you little weasel," she said. I know you. And I know that you know to the penny how much that thing cost to make. I'll pay you for the parts and time. When can you have one for me?"

"A couple days," I said, "maybe less."

Jane turned around and walked out.

My servomotors were delivered that afternoon. I assembled a Mark IV PEEPER for Tiff. The motors were difficult to control at first so the Mark V quickly followed the Mark IV. At last I had a winner of a design. I updated the PEEPER in the bathroom and moved the shelf to the better position.

I also scouted out the best places in each room to place a PEEPER. I attached a shelf to the wall in each room that was going to get a PEEPER. Just as I was finishing the one for Jane's bedroom, Martha came in and said that she wanted one too. I put a shelf in her room and in her bathroom then finished by putting shelves in Mom's bedroom and bathroom. My hand was getting tired from all that screwing and I hadn't had an orgasm since morning.