With the lights out, James could just about make out something going on in the house behind his. It was quite a distance away, about 100 metres or so, but he couldn't see exactly what was happening in the room. It looked like somebody getting changed, but he couldn't be sure. He got off his bed, and went downstairs to where the video camera was kept. It was an old piece of machinery all things considered, taking Hi-8 tapes instead of the standard DV, but it had a good amount of zoom on it. James took it back upstairs, positioned it in his window aiming it towards the houses behind, zoomed in so the window was full-frame, and connected it to his TV. That way, he wouldn't have to squint into the viewfinder. His own room still in darkness, the only light emanating from the TV which itself showed a bedroom.
It wasn't the first time James had looked into the house behind. Michelle, just turned 13 and in the same class as him at school, lived there. He realised he was on the verge of voyeurism, but Michelle was a damn fine looking girl, and he hoped that at least once he would catch a glimpse at her changing.
The room was empty at the moment, but the light was still on, giving James the impression that somebody would soon return. Knowing that the houses were built to the same plan, he could tell that the door he could see through the bedroom door was the one to the bathroom, currently closed, and he hoped it was Michelle in there, going to return to her room after (he hoped) her shower, wrapped in a towel to get changed. James began to feel funny just thinking about it. He and Michelle had been in the same classes at school right since they started when they were four, but their paths seldom crossed. Now he was getting older, he began to see her for the beautiful temptress she was and had now reverted to this: watching a camera trained on what (he hoped) was her bedroom, waiting for her to return and get changed.
His heart skipped a beat as he saw the bathroom door open, and Michelle come out wrapped in a towel around her waist. Her breasts, larger than he thought they were, hung over the top of the towel, and she walked straight ahead into the empty bedroom. This was too much for James to take in as her towel dropped and she stood there naked, on his TV screen. He looked up from the TV to the window itself, as if to make sure that it was actually going on and not a video he had accidentally uncovered. It also occurred to him that it was a dream. He hoped it wasn't, but didn't mind. James turned his gaze back to the TV screen. Michelle, the teen goddess he had known since she was four was standing there, naked. Her back to the camera, she seemed to be shouting something downstairs. She pushed her long hair behind her ears - even that seemed to be seductive - as she turned around. Her 'bits' as he only knew them as were on full view, hairless, perfect. He felt a stirring in his underwear, and he was glad that he had hit the record button on the camera so he could relive this moment again, and again. He withdrew his penis from his underwear to relieve the strain he felt, and instinctively started rubbing it as he watched the scene unfold on his TV.
Michelle sat down on her bed, reached for a hariband on her bedside table to tie her hair back, and then her finger started to rub her bits, while her other hand started caressing her breasts. James couldn't believe his luck. Then something strange happened. One of Michelle's younger sisters, Lisa, 8, came in to the room. Instead of being shocked at what her older sister was doing, Lisa took off her T-shirt and shorts and stood there in her underwear while Michelle carried on masturbating. James sat watching his TV screen, feelings he had never felt before going through him, and his own masturbation getting faster. Lisa walked over to Michelle, who had now taken her hand away from her 'bits' and into her mouth, crouched down in front of her, and started sucking on her sister. Damn, James wished he was Lisa right at that moment. He wanted some of that action, and knew that he would never see Michelle, or Lisa, in the same light again. He looked at the image of Lisa. He never knew an eight-year-old could be so sexy, and he certainly never imagined that he would be here wanking to a video of an eight-year-old licking the bits of her thirteen-year-old sister.
James looked down and noticed that something had come out of the end of his penis. On an impulse, knowing that this wasn't urine, he scooped the minuscule amount of his pre-cum on his finger and put it in his mouth. The salty, strange textured substance tasted better than he thought it would. He carried on his wanking and turned back to the TV. A man had entered, Michelle and Lisa's father, Lisa had moved away from Michelle who now sat up straight. Lisa walked over to her father and undid his jeans, pulled them down with his underwear, and taking his huge penis in her comparatively small hands, started rubbing it. Once again, James looked towards the window to make sure that this was still going on as he watched, then back to the TV as Lisa wrapped her mouth around her father's penis. Her dad started to thrust it in and out of the young girl's mouth. It became obvious to James that they did this a lot in their house, and he still wanted in on the act.
Eventually, Lisa's dad pulled his penis out of her mouth, and James saw her flinch slightly as a white substance splashed on her face. Jamie, načve as he was, knew that this white substance was the same stuff as the more clear stuff he had just tasted from his own penis. He looked down and saw more of the stuff, already dripping in copious amounts onto his hand. He scooped it into his mouth, once again savouring the unique taste. He looked at the screen where Michelle was now licking the substance off her sister's face. They seemed to be enjoying it; whenever he had heard of men having sex with children it seemed as if the children never enjoyed it, but Michelle and Lisa were most certainly enjoying doing this. James was so engrossed in what the two girls were doing that he didn't notice their father directly facing the camera with a smirk on his face.
Michelle turned away from Lisa's face, and started talking. Obviously, James couldn't hear what was being said, but noticed her eyes move towards her bedroom window as she picked up her mobile phone on her bedside table.
James was distracted by his own home phone ring in his parents' bedroom, and noticed Michelle do a cheeky kind of wave towards the window. Panic gripped James as he realised that he had been spotted, witnessing this incestual act, filming it even. The phone stopped ringing; and though he couldn't hear what was being said, the distant mumbles of his mum were in sync with the mouth movements of Michelle, still being filmed through her window.
'James - phone!' his mum shouted up the stairs. He left the room to take the phone in his parents' room, his penis still hanging out of his underwear.
'Hello?' he said nervously in the phone.
'Hi James, it's Michelle here.'
'Hi,' he said, trying to sound nonplussed.
'Noticed you watching us - wondered if you'd like to join in,' she said.
'Uh, yeah, I guess,' he said then realised it wasn't what he wanted to say.
Michelle laughed into the phone and said, not to him, 'Yeah, he wants to join in,' then to him, 'come on over.'
'OK,' James said, trying to soak in what was happening.
He heard a male voice in the background of the phone call.
'Oh yeah, and bring the video over too,'
'OK,' he said, and Michelle hung up. James put the phone handset back onto the receiver, and walked back into his own bedroom. He noticed that Michelle was now doing to her father what Lisa had done earlier, while Lisa was sat on Michelle's bed with her hand in her knickers. Despite having her mouth full of her father's penis, she turned slightly to the window, and waved again. James took the video camera away from the window, switched it off and ejected the video. He did his trousers back up, wiping the substance with his hand and once again licking it off his fingers. He went into the bathroom, rinsed his hands under the sink, and walked downstairs.
'I'm off out,' he said to his parents as they sat watching TV, put his coat on, and walked out and started the walk round to Michelle's house. Despite it not being far away, the way the roads went made it about five minutes before he got there. He stood at the front door, not knowing whether he should knock or not, when the window above the door opened and Lisa stuck her head out.
'Just come on in James,' she said, 'It's open,' and closed the window again.
Wondering if that really was the same girl she had seen earlier having sex with her father, James opened the front door and walked in.
'Come on up,' Michelle shouted down.
James took a deep breath, and started up the stairs.
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