Chapter 7: I Got You Now, You Little Perv!

I slept late the next morning so I missed the Tiff and Jane Shows. Martha must have slept late also because I was able to watch her go through her morning shower. I just wish she would lose the damn towel so I could watch her tits jiggle while she brushed her teeth and hair.

After breakfast I put on my swimming trunks and spent the morning swimming and sunbathing. I enjoyed replaying the memories of the previous nights skinny dip and sex party between my mother and Aunt Mary.

Mom and Tiff said they were going in to town to do some school shopping. I rejected the implied invitation to go with them.

A little while later Martha and Jane left. Martha said to tell Mom that she and Jane would not be home until after supper. I was starting to resent all of these interruptions in my sexual reveries so I just waved my hand and mumbled yeah to both of them.

At last it got too hot to stay outside so I swam one last lap and went back into the house. I picked up my softball on the way back to the house. I showered and got ready to ride my bike over to my friend Jerry's house but I couldn't find my keys. I couldn't leave the house empty and unlocked even out here in the country.

I was sure the keys had been in my pants pocket when I went to bed last night. I had heard the thunk as my pants hit the floor. I checked the pockets of every pair of pants in my laundry hamper. Still no keys.

I lay down on my bed and forced myself to remember the sequence of events the previous night. I remembered then what had happened. I had taken the keys out of my pants to turn on the yard light. I had then dropped the keys on my dresser. One look at the dresser showed me that the keys weren't there.

"What happened next?" I asked myself. I had gone to the bathroom to wash the cum off my hand after I came for the second time that night. I had used the key to lock my bedroom door after I returned from the bathroom. And again I had placed the keys on my dresser. I looked at my dresser. The keys still weren't there.

I looked behind the dresser and under the dresser. I looked in all my drawers. Still no keys. I was so frustrated now that I was starting to act irrationally. I gave up looking for my keys. I put an old porno tape in my VCR and watched three women have sex with one man. I remembered my dreams of the previous evenings and attached my sister's faces to the three women and put my own face on the guy. I heard a car pull up just as the women were starting to make out with each other while the guy watched. Mom and Tiff were home.

I turned on the PEEPERs in their bedrooms and bathrooms. Mom entered her room first. She took off her blouse and pants to try on some of the clothes she had just purchased. Tiff stopped in the bathroom to piss before she went to her room to begin the same ritual.

When Mom was done looking at the clothes she had just bought mixed with the clothes she already had, she went downstairs to start supper.

I passed a boring evening waiting for the next show to begin. Martha and Jane got back just before bedtime. Mom scolded both girls for not leaving a note. She wouldn't listen to their explanation that they had told me instead of writing a note. The shouting went on for a half- hour. It ended with both Martha and Jane slamming their doors. I watched TV for another hour before going to bed.

I thought I would watch the girls do their nightly routines before going to bed myself. I wanted to lock my door but remembered that couldn't find my keys. I automatically looked at my dresser where I had put my keys last night and there they were!

I had placed my keys in the corner of the dresser nearest the door. My keys were now in the middle of my dresser. They had not been there all day. I touched the keys as if I expected them to vanish before my eyes. I held them in my hand then put them in my pocket. Someone had taken them this morning and then put them back tonight. Who could have done it and why?

I dismissed Tiff as a subject. She would have taken the keys as a joke but she would have taunted me with them not returned them quietly.

I dismissed Mom as well. She wouldn't have taken my keys at all. If she had found them in any room but mine she might have picked them up but she would have given them to me and told me to be more careful with my things.

That left Martha and Jane. Jane was the more likely of the two. But I couldn't see a motive.

I shrugged it off temporarily. I wanted to see the shows.

Tiff was in her nightgown. That show was already over.

I turned to Jane's Room. Jane was doing her evening stretching. She was sitting on her floor wearing a pair of bicycle shorts and nothing else. I watched as she finished her stretching and got on her stationary bicycle. She started pedaling fast and the sweat began to run down her chest to discolor her shorts. Bent over that way she did have more prominent tits but they still did not sway like Moms or Martha's.

I switched to Martha's room. She wasn't there but she was in the bathroom. She was just wrapping up a tampon to throw it away. She didn't put in another one so her period must be over. Now maybe she would be a little more sexual for me.

It wouldn't be tonight though. All Martha did was wash her crotch with a wet washcloth and hang it on the hamper. She put on her robe, went to her room, hung up her robe, then went to bed. End of the Martha show.

The Mom show was even less exciting. Mom didn't have to wash her crotch after removing a tampon.

Back to channel Jane. Jane's show was getting interesting. Jane was completely nude now. She was doing sit-ups while she listened to the radio. The radio was a little loud and I had to turn down sound on the microphone so it wasn't quite so loud. Jane went from one exercise to another. Some of them gave me a great view of her cleanly shaven pussy. The show could not have been better if I had choreographed it myself.

At last the exercising was finished. Jane put on her robe to go to her bathroom. Once there, Jane took off her robe and turned on the shower. She turned on the radio and was about to get in the shower when I heard her say "Shit!" She put on her robe and left the bathroom. I thought she had forgotten something in her room. I watched Jane's bedroom and bathroom for a minute while I waited for her to show up in one place or the other.

Suddenly I felt a breeze. A chill went down my spine as I realized where Jane was.

"I got you now, you little perv!" said Jane quietly behind me.

I turned around slowly. Jane was standing in my room with her robe open. Her small tits glistened with the sweat from her workout. Her pussy was also wet and the smell wasn't completely sweat. Jane made no attempt to close her robe.

She moved up beside me and looked at all the rooms displayed on the monitor.

"I thought you were after something like this," said Jane. "Did you enjoy the show tonight?"

"Yes," I said. "From the smell and the juice leaking out of your pussy, you enjoyed putting on the show for me." I touched her pussy slit and Jane jumped back from the touch of my hand. I sucked the sweet taste of her pussy from my fingers.

Jane closed her robe. "Don't try that again, pervert, or I'll break your hand," she said.

Jane had not sounded the alarm. She hadn't screamed, woken the others, or attacked me physically. That meant she wanted something from me. I prodded her to get to the point.

"What do you want to keep quiet about this?" I asked. "You haven't yelled for help or struck me to exact your revenge so you want something from me. Tell me what it is and we can work it out."

"I knew you would see reason very soon," said Jane. "Here's my terms. First, I want you to take the radios out of my bedroom and bathroom. Second, I want you to put the cameras in Jacqui Schaffer's bedroom and bathroom. Third, I want a monitor in my bedroom just like this so that I can watch Jacqui. Fourth, I want all the videotapes of me that you have. I don't want you pulling your pud over my image anymore."