Pool Cam ch 1
I operated a small security monitoring company like ADT. I sold people alarm systems and subscription monitoring services. Some of my clients wanted cameras installed to watch the babysitter or their pool area and the images would be sent to their home computer, compressed, and stored on the hard-drive. These videos could be accessed from away from home via a secure Internet site. Many of my clients wanted me to go over these files remotely and delete anything that wasn't important to keep space freed up on their hard-drives. The voyeur bug bit me hard the first time I saw a late teen sitter girl masturbating on my client's couch. I saved the fifteen minutes of grainy black and white footage to my hard-drive then erased it from theirs. Unfortunately I bit off more than I could chew with all the business I was getting, and I had to get my 14 year old son to help view, edit, and/or erase all the footage. I knew he might see something private, but hell, he was 14 and it wouldn't kill him to have some material for the old spank bank.
My wife had left me and the kids to our own devices years ago. I had no one to help me except my kids. I had my 12 year old daughter man the alarms as she had the sweetest voice yet didn't sound like a kid over the phone when she'd call the clients to see if they had a false alarm. Only I knew the pass-codes to access my house system, so of course I had fallen behind in cleaning my own hard-drive.
I was going over my files, getting rid of most of the footage of my house when I found footage of my daughter sunning herself by the pool. I almost deleted the file being nothing new, she was always trying to get a tan on the creamy white skin she inherited from her Croatian mother, until I noticed the time stamp on the footage put it at the middle of a school day, two months prior. It seemed stupid to get onto her for skipping two months ago, but I would definitely be looking for evidence of further transgressions. Then, on the footage, just as I had my finger poised over the delete, she took her top off and lay on her back. I went to full screen, cursing the lack of resolution. Her breasts were just budding and when she lay down all that could be seen were her nipples and small cone like areola. I wasn't turned on looking at her, almost not, titties. I was turned on because I saw them at all. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.
Betty had been very self-conscious of her boobs since I bought her a training bra to keep her nipples from showing through shirts. She lay there next to the pool for almost 10 minutes then rolled over onto her belly. My mind was really blown when she pulled her bikini bottoms up into her ass crack and rubbed lotion all over her butt. I edited out the boring majority and saved the file. I went through the rest of the built up footage looking for something else, only to find nothing. Over the next couple of weeks I installed new high-res cameras throughout my house, replacing and adding a few. I kept a thorough eye on them and set the alarms to signal me remotely, specially the motion sensor alarms near the pool. All the alarms I monitored would signal me while I was away through my laptop and an air-card. I was selling a system to a new couple in town when my lap top signalled me. I checked the cams at my house and there was my darling Betty skipping school again. I closed the deal and set up a date for the install, thinking already how I'd like to put some extra cams in their house, as the lady was smoking hot. As I pulled into my drive in my ever so quiet Prius, I checked the cams again. Betty was next to the pool, top off, and on her back.
I went directly to the sliding glass door looking out on the pool area, the reflective tint on the glass made it a two-way mirror in the light of day. Her preteen tits had grown some, and, even with gravity pulling them flat, were still visible as actual boobs with puffy areola, . The tiny triangles of her bikini top covered her eyes, and I stared for perhaps five minutes from behind the glass door. She rolled over onto her belly . She gave herself a wedgie and started applying the tanning lotion to her tight-muscled, skinny, white ass, as I continued to take in the bizarrely erotic sight. I quietly slipped out onto the sun deck. I startled her by saying, "You might as well take them off and get over my knee, little girl." She jumped up and tried to cover herself, and I commanded her to face me and take off her bottoms as I was going to spank her. Though I rarely spanked my kids, except for poor grades or mischief in school, it had always been bare bottomed, but I'd stopped spanking my son a few month's back, when, after I let him up, I saw he had a raging hard-on. It creeped me out that he got off on being spanked, by me.
Betty did as she was told, her head and eyes downcast as she started bawling. Standing, her little tits were entrancing, and I saw the faintest hint of dark pubic hair above her cleft. She lay down on my lap and I had to push her toward my knees as I'm sure she felt my wood against hip. This also afforded me a fine view of her left tit pointed at the ground.
I started swatting her ass with just the barest of sting to my hand, alternating cheeks, and telling her, "You wanted a red ass? I'll give you a red ass! Don't you ever skip school again. Who are you so concerned about seeing tan lines on your body, anyway? Apparently I haven't been spanking you enough!" The strikes to her rear end were getting harder and she writhed under my arms. "Be still! Or, I'll hold you still, and it will get worse.", I told her as my hand brushed over her tit, and she bawled, " I can't, it hurts too much." Her ass was very red, and I stopped when she said "You might... have to hold me still, I'm sorry Dad, I can't help it." I had her get up. The sight of her, totally nude and under my control, had me holding my breath and ready to shoot. She had lost all modesty and stood before me choking back sobs. Her nipples were hard and poked out from her puffy quarter sized areola like pencil leads.
I had her lay on her back on the lounge chair and I pulled her legs up, pinning her knees to her chest. Not only could I hold her still this way, but her pussy was in full view as well. I started slowly and lightly again, mesmerised by the sight of her labia as it spread open, exposing her vaginal hole, which glistened with moisture. I mostly spanked her upper thighs, as her butt was so red already, and occasionally my finger tips would sting her vulva. Once again I could barely hold her, so I stopped and grabbed the lotion. "You want me to rub some lotion on you, Hon?" She just nodded and stared at me with her beautiful dark blue eyes as I gently applied the cool lotion to her abused flesh.
I like to tell myself she was getting turned on. I had broken her. Then I gave her loving, kind attention, which turned to lustful attention, as my hands explored her bottom ever so lightly. I caressed her labia and ass cheeks and even her brown rosebud asshole a little before letting her legs down and working on her front. I rubbed the lotion harder into her white thighs, and she spread her legs a little as my fingers rose up her inner thighs to her vulva, and slipped into her crease to find her clitoris engorged. My finger grazed her clit , eliciting a whimper from her as I moved up to her belly and firm little tits massaging and teasing her nipples. She opened her eyes as I told her to roll over, so I could get her back, and the look in her eyes was as if she were stoned. I rubbed her shoulders and down her back, getting more lotion all the while as my hands grew dry. I rubbed down her poor red ass again and she parted her legs as if inviting me to finger her. My fingers slid into her cleft, lightly rubbed her clit and up to gently push at her asshole before moving down her thighs and calves.
I was sweating profusely and in need of release, so I left her sleeping/relaxing in the sun. I went to my computer and called up the video footage of what just transpired and blew my load into the trashcan next to my desk in record time. I swore to myself nothing like that could ever happen again, but saved the footage elsewhere on my drive and removed it from the default location. I returned to my daughter's side to tell her she needed to turn over or go inside to avoid a bad burn, and she rolled onto her stomach with a dreamy smile.
A few days later with out one word from either of us, mentioning her skipping school or her punishment, surprised me with her very nude form sunning after school. I called out to her about five minutes before her brother was due home, "Johny's almost home, Hon." She ran past me to her room. Her pert tits bouncing lightly as she threw a parting, "Thanks, Dad". I was becoming desensitized to her nudity, and I thought I could just pretend that nothing had happened between us and definitely would not escalate further. I guess my lechery was slipping away. This became the usual after school event until she fell asleep one afternoon and did get a bad burn, as she was a fair skinned brunette that didn't tan easily. She came to me later that night and asked if I would coat her burns with Noxzema, then stripped down to nothing in front of me. Her breasts were filling out just a bit more around, looking less like pectorals and more feminine curved.
The expression of complete trust, 'Daddy would make it all right', had me almost undone. My hands had little tremors as I applied the cooling cream lotion over every square inch of her body. Though I'm sure sexual tension was rearing its ugly head somewhere in the background of my psyche, what I felt that night was more twitterpated, head-over-heals in love euphoria that authors can never convey properly. My dick didn't even twitch to my knowledge. I was just so happy to be needed, trusted, and loved by this angel in miniature that sex was very far from my mind.
Later that year, things did escalate, and my sweet Betty told me she knew we would be lovers that night I gently rubbed her down. She said that tears kept rolling down my cheeks, but my face was filled with joy. She said that she too was overcome with a silly happiness, and couldn't imagine ever feeling that way with anyone else. For several days she didn't wear a stitch of clothes until the hurt went away. I called the school and told them she would be staying home as she had overdone it sunbathing, and I picked up her assignments from her teachers so she didn't fall behind. My wireless network took a dump so I had to run Cat 5 Ethernet wire between the rooms, and my son used my computer to access the security feeds I had been neglecting while I doted on Betty. After he had finished dumping hours of footage of nothing happening from clients' hard-drives and mine, he called me to my room to show me what he'd done. My throat closed painfully over my suddenly ascending heart when he said that he really got off on the footage of his sister being spanked and fondled, "and hey Dad, check out this." He played for me the bedroom and bath cams I had installed during my frustrated letch faze.
Betty was in full glory, showering and masturbating, and lying in bed and masturbating, over and over while she stayed home from school. "Yea Dad, I know everything. And, I've taken the liberty to back-up your hard-drive with one of those online services. Next time Betty needs a spanking, you're going to tell her I'm in charge of giving her spankings from now on. I get to make the rules, or else...", my 14 year old son told me while panic warred with lust, and I knew I could not refuse him any demand, or I'd lose my kids to foster homes while I spent some time in prison. Strange enough though, I felt relieved. I had an accomplice, though he was blackmailing me, my son was not judging me, he was turned on by my little elven daughter, his own sister. Jealousy brought me out of my reverie as my son pulled at his hard-on through his pants. "Yea, Sis, you're gonna be a great little sex slave. I think she could get her whole hand in there. She's gonna need to, to handle this", he said as his hand came out of his pants sporting a huge stiffy, he was jacking off in front of me, watching his little sister masturbate. "Go ahead Dad, whip it out. I don't mind."
Rage; mindless, terrible, jealous, fear-born anger rushed though my head, and I snapped, punching him squarely under the chin for a knock out. Johny dropped to the floor as if the strings holding him up had suddenly been cut. I had to exert my dominance now, I couldn't be weak or apologise. He came to, in a minute, saying, "What the fuck? Oof" I cut his bitching short with a well aimed toe in his solar plexus. "While you're regaining your breath Son, you need to think, and listen to me." I whisper-shouted at him, "You may have me over a barrel, but she's still my daughter, and I will protect her from you as well as myself. What do you think it will do to her life if she gets put in a foster home? Once you mess with her, you'll go to jail too, if you blow the whistle on me. She needs us, to protect her from us, as well as from foster fathers who will only see her as a piece of meat. Is that how you see her?" He croaked out a "no" as I helped him up. "Put your dick away, Son." Even soft, it was distractingly larger than my own. "If you want a rematch, you just let me know, Boy." He slipped his pecker back into his pants, no longer demanding anything, "No Dad. I'm sorry. Is it big, Dad?" I couldn't believe him. He needed me to assure him about the size of his dick. "Yea, sure, about an inch or two longer than mine actually. Which makes you way too big for your sis there." I chuckled, as the tension of the moment evaporated, and we both looked at the CPU. I turned up the volume, as her bedroom cam had a mike, to hear her grunts of pleasure, "Oh god, yessss, now Daddddyyyyy". Johny just looked at me, as if saying, 'like you can resist that?' I turned off the monitor and the sound.
"Why do you want to spank her, Johny? Do you get off on causing pain? Your only 14 dammit, you shouldn't have fetishes yet." He looked sheepish and blushed as he told me how he thought at first he just got off on being spanked himself. He said, " I always got hard the second you said, 'Pull your pants down, Son, and bend over' ",imitating my deep voice. " By the time the spanking was over though, the pain had distracted me from being turned on most times. But one time you spanked us both in front of each other, I guess to show us how we were hurting each other by fighting, make us feel guilty. I was so turned on seeing Betty's ass, uh, I mean butt, get red, it became the object of my fantasies, Dad. First you spanking her, then eventually, I wanted to spank her. Then that footage you saved of her by the pool, my sister naked, getting spanked, then fondled by our Dad, you, it was too much." I told him we needed to let her be a kid, that she would be scarred for life if we took our fantasies any further.
"It's too late Dad, you heard her, she wants you. It's just a matter of time before you can't just watch the cams and beat off in here, you'll have to do her." He turned on the monitor, then continued, " If I can't have her, then you can't either. Kick my ass if you want, Dad, I'll bust you if you don't give me my way. Once I'm doing her too, I won't have as much leverage, I know that, but if you care so much you'll keep me quiet the only way you can without killing me. Let me have my way. Hell Dad, I'll even let you have first crack at her. After all, it's you she wants. Just let me spank her for now. Hey, she can spank me too. I don't want you getting your hands on me again. Too queer anyway."
I was stunned. On the monitor my daughter was still naked, but she was sleeping, sprawled on her bed. I left to get a stiff drink while my son rewound the footage to watch his sister masturbate. Later that week, Johny told me that his new teacher was that babysitter I had footage of from years back. He said he thought he could do her. We implemented a plan to make her our slave, and I hoped he would lose interest in his sister. After it seemed our scheming was done, he wanted to know if Betty had done all her homework while she was out with the sunburn. He had an evil gleam in his green eyes as he told me I should call the school to find out, now that she was back.
My wife had left me and the kids to our own devices years ago. I had no one to help me except my kids. I had my 12 year old daughter man the alarms as she had the sweetest voice yet didn't sound like a kid over the phone when she'd call the clients to see if they had a false alarm. Only I knew the pass-codes to access my house system, so of course I had fallen behind in cleaning my own hard-drive.
I was going over my files, getting rid of most of the footage of my house when I found footage of my daughter sunning herself by the pool. I almost deleted the file being nothing new, she was always trying to get a tan on the creamy white skin she inherited from her Croatian mother, until I noticed the time stamp on the footage put it at the middle of a school day, two months prior. It seemed stupid to get onto her for skipping two months ago, but I would definitely be looking for evidence of further transgressions. Then, on the footage, just as I had my finger poised over the delete, she took her top off and lay on her back. I went to full screen, cursing the lack of resolution. Her breasts were just budding and when she lay down all that could be seen were her nipples and small cone like areola. I wasn't turned on looking at her, almost not, titties. I was turned on because I saw them at all. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.
Betty had been very self-conscious of her boobs since I bought her a training bra to keep her nipples from showing through shirts. She lay there next to the pool for almost 10 minutes then rolled over onto her belly. My mind was really blown when she pulled her bikini bottoms up into her ass crack and rubbed lotion all over her butt. I edited out the boring majority and saved the file. I went through the rest of the built up footage looking for something else, only to find nothing. Over the next couple of weeks I installed new high-res cameras throughout my house, replacing and adding a few. I kept a thorough eye on them and set the alarms to signal me remotely, specially the motion sensor alarms near the pool. All the alarms I monitored would signal me while I was away through my laptop and an air-card. I was selling a system to a new couple in town when my lap top signalled me. I checked the cams at my house and there was my darling Betty skipping school again. I closed the deal and set up a date for the install, thinking already how I'd like to put some extra cams in their house, as the lady was smoking hot. As I pulled into my drive in my ever so quiet Prius, I checked the cams again. Betty was next to the pool, top off, and on her back.
I went directly to the sliding glass door looking out on the pool area, the reflective tint on the glass made it a two-way mirror in the light of day. Her preteen tits had grown some, and, even with gravity pulling them flat, were still visible as actual boobs with puffy areola, . The tiny triangles of her bikini top covered her eyes, and I stared for perhaps five minutes from behind the glass door. She rolled over onto her belly . She gave herself a wedgie and started applying the tanning lotion to her tight-muscled, skinny, white ass, as I continued to take in the bizarrely erotic sight. I quietly slipped out onto the sun deck. I startled her by saying, "You might as well take them off and get over my knee, little girl." She jumped up and tried to cover herself, and I commanded her to face me and take off her bottoms as I was going to spank her. Though I rarely spanked my kids, except for poor grades or mischief in school, it had always been bare bottomed, but I'd stopped spanking my son a few month's back, when, after I let him up, I saw he had a raging hard-on. It creeped me out that he got off on being spanked, by me.
Betty did as she was told, her head and eyes downcast as she started bawling. Standing, her little tits were entrancing, and I saw the faintest hint of dark pubic hair above her cleft. She lay down on my lap and I had to push her toward my knees as I'm sure she felt my wood against hip. This also afforded me a fine view of her left tit pointed at the ground.
I started swatting her ass with just the barest of sting to my hand, alternating cheeks, and telling her, "You wanted a red ass? I'll give you a red ass! Don't you ever skip school again. Who are you so concerned about seeing tan lines on your body, anyway? Apparently I haven't been spanking you enough!" The strikes to her rear end were getting harder and she writhed under my arms. "Be still! Or, I'll hold you still, and it will get worse.", I told her as my hand brushed over her tit, and she bawled, " I can't, it hurts too much." Her ass was very red, and I stopped when she said "You might... have to hold me still, I'm sorry Dad, I can't help it." I had her get up. The sight of her, totally nude and under my control, had me holding my breath and ready to shoot. She had lost all modesty and stood before me choking back sobs. Her nipples were hard and poked out from her puffy quarter sized areola like pencil leads.
I had her lay on her back on the lounge chair and I pulled her legs up, pinning her knees to her chest. Not only could I hold her still this way, but her pussy was in full view as well. I started slowly and lightly again, mesmerised by the sight of her labia as it spread open, exposing her vaginal hole, which glistened with moisture. I mostly spanked her upper thighs, as her butt was so red already, and occasionally my finger tips would sting her vulva. Once again I could barely hold her, so I stopped and grabbed the lotion. "You want me to rub some lotion on you, Hon?" She just nodded and stared at me with her beautiful dark blue eyes as I gently applied the cool lotion to her abused flesh.
I like to tell myself she was getting turned on. I had broken her. Then I gave her loving, kind attention, which turned to lustful attention, as my hands explored her bottom ever so lightly. I caressed her labia and ass cheeks and even her brown rosebud asshole a little before letting her legs down and working on her front. I rubbed the lotion harder into her white thighs, and she spread her legs a little as my fingers rose up her inner thighs to her vulva, and slipped into her crease to find her clitoris engorged. My finger grazed her clit , eliciting a whimper from her as I moved up to her belly and firm little tits massaging and teasing her nipples. She opened her eyes as I told her to roll over, so I could get her back, and the look in her eyes was as if she were stoned. I rubbed her shoulders and down her back, getting more lotion all the while as my hands grew dry. I rubbed down her poor red ass again and she parted her legs as if inviting me to finger her. My fingers slid into her cleft, lightly rubbed her clit and up to gently push at her asshole before moving down her thighs and calves.
I was sweating profusely and in need of release, so I left her sleeping/relaxing in the sun. I went to my computer and called up the video footage of what just transpired and blew my load into the trashcan next to my desk in record time. I swore to myself nothing like that could ever happen again, but saved the footage elsewhere on my drive and removed it from the default location. I returned to my daughter's side to tell her she needed to turn over or go inside to avoid a bad burn, and she rolled onto her stomach with a dreamy smile.
A few days later with out one word from either of us, mentioning her skipping school or her punishment, surprised me with her very nude form sunning after school. I called out to her about five minutes before her brother was due home, "Johny's almost home, Hon." She ran past me to her room. Her pert tits bouncing lightly as she threw a parting, "Thanks, Dad". I was becoming desensitized to her nudity, and I thought I could just pretend that nothing had happened between us and definitely would not escalate further. I guess my lechery was slipping away. This became the usual after school event until she fell asleep one afternoon and did get a bad burn, as she was a fair skinned brunette that didn't tan easily. She came to me later that night and asked if I would coat her burns with Noxzema, then stripped down to nothing in front of me. Her breasts were filling out just a bit more around, looking less like pectorals and more feminine curved.
The expression of complete trust, 'Daddy would make it all right', had me almost undone. My hands had little tremors as I applied the cooling cream lotion over every square inch of her body. Though I'm sure sexual tension was rearing its ugly head somewhere in the background of my psyche, what I felt that night was more twitterpated, head-over-heals in love euphoria that authors can never convey properly. My dick didn't even twitch to my knowledge. I was just so happy to be needed, trusted, and loved by this angel in miniature that sex was very far from my mind.
Later that year, things did escalate, and my sweet Betty told me she knew we would be lovers that night I gently rubbed her down. She said that tears kept rolling down my cheeks, but my face was filled with joy. She said that she too was overcome with a silly happiness, and couldn't imagine ever feeling that way with anyone else. For several days she didn't wear a stitch of clothes until the hurt went away. I called the school and told them she would be staying home as she had overdone it sunbathing, and I picked up her assignments from her teachers so she didn't fall behind. My wireless network took a dump so I had to run Cat 5 Ethernet wire between the rooms, and my son used my computer to access the security feeds I had been neglecting while I doted on Betty. After he had finished dumping hours of footage of nothing happening from clients' hard-drives and mine, he called me to my room to show me what he'd done. My throat closed painfully over my suddenly ascending heart when he said that he really got off on the footage of his sister being spanked and fondled, "and hey Dad, check out this." He played for me the bedroom and bath cams I had installed during my frustrated letch faze.
Betty was in full glory, showering and masturbating, and lying in bed and masturbating, over and over while she stayed home from school. "Yea Dad, I know everything. And, I've taken the liberty to back-up your hard-drive with one of those online services. Next time Betty needs a spanking, you're going to tell her I'm in charge of giving her spankings from now on. I get to make the rules, or else...", my 14 year old son told me while panic warred with lust, and I knew I could not refuse him any demand, or I'd lose my kids to foster homes while I spent some time in prison. Strange enough though, I felt relieved. I had an accomplice, though he was blackmailing me, my son was not judging me, he was turned on by my little elven daughter, his own sister. Jealousy brought me out of my reverie as my son pulled at his hard-on through his pants. "Yea, Sis, you're gonna be a great little sex slave. I think she could get her whole hand in there. She's gonna need to, to handle this", he said as his hand came out of his pants sporting a huge stiffy, he was jacking off in front of me, watching his little sister masturbate. "Go ahead Dad, whip it out. I don't mind."
Rage; mindless, terrible, jealous, fear-born anger rushed though my head, and I snapped, punching him squarely under the chin for a knock out. Johny dropped to the floor as if the strings holding him up had suddenly been cut. I had to exert my dominance now, I couldn't be weak or apologise. He came to, in a minute, saying, "What the fuck? Oof" I cut his bitching short with a well aimed toe in his solar plexus. "While you're regaining your breath Son, you need to think, and listen to me." I whisper-shouted at him, "You may have me over a barrel, but she's still my daughter, and I will protect her from you as well as myself. What do you think it will do to her life if she gets put in a foster home? Once you mess with her, you'll go to jail too, if you blow the whistle on me. She needs us, to protect her from us, as well as from foster fathers who will only see her as a piece of meat. Is that how you see her?" He croaked out a "no" as I helped him up. "Put your dick away, Son." Even soft, it was distractingly larger than my own. "If you want a rematch, you just let me know, Boy." He slipped his pecker back into his pants, no longer demanding anything, "No Dad. I'm sorry. Is it big, Dad?" I couldn't believe him. He needed me to assure him about the size of his dick. "Yea, sure, about an inch or two longer than mine actually. Which makes you way too big for your sis there." I chuckled, as the tension of the moment evaporated, and we both looked at the CPU. I turned up the volume, as her bedroom cam had a mike, to hear her grunts of pleasure, "Oh god, yessss, now Daddddyyyyy". Johny just looked at me, as if saying, 'like you can resist that?' I turned off the monitor and the sound.
"Why do you want to spank her, Johny? Do you get off on causing pain? Your only 14 dammit, you shouldn't have fetishes yet." He looked sheepish and blushed as he told me how he thought at first he just got off on being spanked himself. He said, " I always got hard the second you said, 'Pull your pants down, Son, and bend over' ",imitating my deep voice. " By the time the spanking was over though, the pain had distracted me from being turned on most times. But one time you spanked us both in front of each other, I guess to show us how we were hurting each other by fighting, make us feel guilty. I was so turned on seeing Betty's ass, uh, I mean butt, get red, it became the object of my fantasies, Dad. First you spanking her, then eventually, I wanted to spank her. Then that footage you saved of her by the pool, my sister naked, getting spanked, then fondled by our Dad, you, it was too much." I told him we needed to let her be a kid, that she would be scarred for life if we took our fantasies any further.
"It's too late Dad, you heard her, she wants you. It's just a matter of time before you can't just watch the cams and beat off in here, you'll have to do her." He turned on the monitor, then continued, " If I can't have her, then you can't either. Kick my ass if you want, Dad, I'll bust you if you don't give me my way. Once I'm doing her too, I won't have as much leverage, I know that, but if you care so much you'll keep me quiet the only way you can without killing me. Let me have my way. Hell Dad, I'll even let you have first crack at her. After all, it's you she wants. Just let me spank her for now. Hey, she can spank me too. I don't want you getting your hands on me again. Too queer anyway."
I was stunned. On the monitor my daughter was still naked, but she was sleeping, sprawled on her bed. I left to get a stiff drink while my son rewound the footage to watch his sister masturbate. Later that week, Johny told me that his new teacher was that babysitter I had footage of from years back. He said he thought he could do her. We implemented a plan to make her our slave, and I hoped he would lose interest in his sister. After it seemed our scheming was done, he wanted to know if Betty had done all her homework while she was out with the sunburn. He had an evil gleam in his green eyes as he told me I should call the school to find out, now that she was back.