6 comments/ 55424 views/ 30 favorites The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 01 By: SevenSquared It's a strange thing to move in with your fiancée's parents. It's even stranger when you do this having never actually met your fiancée's parents before! But this is the situation I found myself in, not long after my twenty-fourth birthday, and it led to an extremely weird chain of events. It all started when I met Liz. And when I say 'met' I don't mean in the physical sense, because like an increasing number of couples these days we actually met on the internet. It wasn't an internet dating site, or even a site where people meet for cybersex or 'adult chat', it was just an online community dedicated to mountain biking (a hobby that we both shared). We both posted on the forums, then we started having discussions over the 'private messaging' feature of the website, then eventually we exchanged internet messenger accounts and started to talk to each other about all kinds of things, not just mountain biking. I won't bore you with all the details, because they're not particularly important, but to cut a long story short we eventually realized that we both 'liked' each other and our conversations and relationship suddenly became romantic in nature. Although we hadn't yet met in real life, Liz seemed like my perfect girl. She was a couple of years younger than me, but attractive, smart, well educated and feisty. The only problem was that she lived two thousand miles away! I had my own apartment in San Francisco, while Liz had been born and raised in a small town in Georgia and was back living with her parents since she finished college. As a result it was several months after we first considered ourselves 'a couple' that we actually met for the first time in the flesh. I offered to make the long trip to Georgia and, although she wasn't ready for me to meet her family and friends yet, she came to stay with me for a weekend in a hotel near where she lived. She turned out to be everything I'd hoped and we spent a lovely weekend together. Six weeks later she came to California for a week and I took her to see everything in my home state. Then the following month we met up for a long weekend in Vegas, which I guess qualified as neutral territory. By now we were very much in love and we would spend hours talking to each other on the phone and online. Then, one Friday night, I was leaving work and completely unexpectedly Liz was waiting for me outside. She took me on a long drive up to a cabin in the mountains that she had booked for the weekend. It was incredibly romantic and that night, while watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean, I proposed to her. It wasn't something premeditated, I didn't even have a ring, but it was a perfect setting and it just felt right. She said yes immediately. However, there were problems that had to be addressed and the biggest one was distance. Liz was extremely close to her family and wasn't willing to just leave them behind and move to the west coast. I wasn't particularly close to my family, but I had a job and friends back home and I wasn't sure I was ready for the culture shock of moving from a vibrant city to a small, sleepy town. We discussed several options, but none of them were really right for both of us. We were both quite stubborn and it caused our first real arguments as a couple, which eventually ground into a kind of stalemate. It was getting to the point where I felt that maybe we couldn't make it work and I was reluctantly considering breaking off the engagement, when fate intervened. I worked as a builder and landscaper for a garden design firm, but the company suddenly went into liquidation. There was no real warning, we just turned up for work one Monday morning and were informed that everybody had been laid off. Liz seized this opportunity and, a few days later, made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Although I had been working in garden design for a couple of years, Liz know that this was just for experience and what I really aspired to do was work in park planning. She called and told me that her dad had contacts on the town council and that they had a vacancy in the town planning department. After the brief formality of a phone interview the job was offered to me there and then. It made everything ridiculously easy. The stress of losing my job had been replaced with the elation of being offered a much better job. It also removed the main obstacle in me moving to Georgia, which was Liz's intention all along I guess. I did the obvious thing and accepted the offer. There were still minor details to sort out. I wanted to rent a place of our own, but apparently Liz's parents had objections to that. They still hadn't met me and knew that Liz had also only spent a small amount of time with me in real life. They had reservations (quite reasonable ones I guess) about their daughter getting engaged and moving in with me so quickly. They offered an alternative though - I could move in with them while we saved up to buy our own place. Liz's parents were clever and reading between the lines I knew that this wasn't just about saving money. It would also be a test for our relationship to see if we really did want to live together and ultimately get married. I reluctantly agreed, but I wasn't terribly enthusiastic about the arrangement. I was used to having my own space and I wanted to have plenty of time alone with Liz. I figured this would be very difficult in a house that contained not only her mum and dad, but also her two sisters and brother as well. That's a lot of people I would have to get along with! Liz reassured me that everything would be fine and that their house was 'quite large'. _______ As it turned out, 'quite large' was a massive understatement; the Delaneys' family home was huge! Although it was only on one story, it seemed to spread out endlessly and was situated in what must have been about four acres of land. Although Liz had told me that her father was a lawyer, she had never really said much about her family's financial situation. But the size of the house, along with her dad's apparent 'contacts' at town hall, led me to believe that he was quite high up in the lawyer food chain. There were at least eight bedrooms (one for her parents, one for each of the four children and at least three spare), four bathrooms, a few different living areas and a bunch of doors that, for a while anyway, I had no idea where they led. It seemed that space really wouldn't be a problem after all. As for the family, they turned out to be a very interesting bunch. Liz's father was in his early fifties and a stereotypical lawyer -- sharp, logical and difficult to get one over. But he was honest, fair, hard-working, and really cared a lot about his children. Her mother had apparently also been a legal professional when she was younger, but had given it up to raise a family and had since turned into a (sometimes overly) cheerful bustling housewife. She spent all day cooking, cleaning and doing laundry and actually seemed to enjoy it as I rarely saw without a smile on her face. They were both non-religious, with a modern outlook on the world, and had no problem with Liz and I sharing a room before we were married. After a while it was also clear that they both liked me, which was a huge relief. Then there were the siblings. Liz had an older sister called Vicky, a younger sister called Anne and a younger brother called Charlie (I found out later they were all named after English kings and queens, namely Queen Victoria, Queen Elizabeth I, Queen Anne and King Charles II respectively). Charlie was a typical twelve-year-old boy, full of energy and enthusiasm. Having grown up with three sisters and no brothers he seemed delighted with me moving in as he finally had somebody to help build his tree house, play baseball with and help with other 'boy projects', now his father was too old for that kind of thing. Vicky was also no problem; I hit it off with her immediately. She was three years older than Liz and so actually closer to my age than Liz herself was. She was a tomboy with short dark hair, a pierced tongue and a wicked sense of humor. She was completely cool with me, and seemed to like having someone else in the house that was willing to have a couple of beers, shoot pool or watch Georgia Tech football games on a Saturday night. Although she had plenty of guy friends, none of them ever seemed to be 'boyfriends' and I secretly wondered if she was a lesbian. That just left Anne. She was twenty, so two years younger than Liz, and in more ways than one was the 'princess' of the family. She had perfect skin and long, blonde, silky hair flowing down her shoulders and upper back. She also had a large and perky pair of breasts atop her perfect body -- not overweight, but not too skinny either. In fact, taken as the sum of her physical components, she was far and away the most attractive in the household, if not the whole town! At first I thought it might be quite hard living in close proximity to such an attractive girl who was strictly off-limits, but I quickly stopped looking at her in that way for one good reason -- Anne was a complete bitch! Boy did she make my life difficult. I tried my best to connect with her and get her to like me, as I did with all of Liz's family, but unlike the others she seemed to completely resent me being allowed into her house. I never saw her smile and she was always extremely short with me, often downright rude. And I soon found out that she was talking badly about me behind my back to Liz and to her parents, spreading lies and trying to get me into trouble. It was infuriating that I had achieved great relationships with five out of six in the family, but the remaining one was determined to ruin everything for me. It wouldn't have been so bad except that, in Liz's eyes, Anne was still her baby sister who could do no wrong. She thought that I was exaggerating and just needed to 'be more patient with her'. Vicky was a bit more sympathetic, but would mostly just shrug her shoulders and say 'Anne is just Anne' whenever I broached the subject. It was a shame because everything else was going so well. Liz and I were getting along just fine, my new job was going great and I was even starting to embrace and enjoy the small town lifestyle. In the end I gave up and just did the best I could to stay out of Anne's way, while trying to keep on the right side of everybody else. I wanted to contribute to the family so, as well as keeping Charlie entertained, I tried to find odd jobs to do around the house. This wasn't easy as Liz's mother ran a tight ship, but I did some work around the yard and also took on the job that ended up changing my life -- taking out the trash! _______ Okay, when I say changed my life, I am talking about in the most indirect and strange way possible, but the fact remains if I hadn't undertaken this most menial of household chores, I would probably be in a very different place right now. I got into a routine where every Wednesday night I would take out the trash while Liz was getting ready for bed. I still have no idea why women take so long to get ready for bed, but for at least for one night a week I could actually use this time constructively. In an ordinary sized house taking out the trash is a quick and easy job, but in this house it was more challenging. It involved making sure all the bins were empty and then taking the trash can all the way around the side of the house, through two gates and over some rather uneven terrain, onto the front drive ready to be emptied on Thursday morning. I'm sure you're already bored with my tedious story about garbage, but trust me this is all relevant to the story and I will get to the point soon. After three or four weeks of performing my Wednesday night routine, I had mastered the intricate nuances of the Delaneys' yard and my mind started to wander during the trip. On this particular week I spent the time trying to work out which window that I was walking past corresponded to which room in the house. Obviously the first few windows were the kitchen, I could see in those. Then the next window, a single high up one intended only to let in a little light, was the utility room adjacent to the kitchen. Now it got a bit more challenging. The next window was curtained and the way the rooms and corridors were arranged in the house, it wasn't yet obvious which room was next to the utility room. I vaguely recalled there was a sort of study around this side of the house, so maybe that was it. I was even more clueless about the following window. What other rooms were around this side of the house? The rarely-used front living room was but, as its name suggests, that was right at the front of the house so I couldn't be there yet. What was near the front room? I thought the room next to the living room was a spare bedroom. But that didn't add up, because that would be the next window, where I could see the light was on. There was no real reason for anybody to be in the spare bedroom at this time of night. Maybe this was the spare bedroom, but in that case what was the next room with the light on? Did the spare room have an en suite bathroom that someone was using? I carried on walking while all this went through my head, so by this time my wheeled companion and I were already approaching the lit room. There were drawn curtains across the window rather than frosted glass, which suggested it wasn't a bathroom, so what was it? I stopped for a minute to think about it. Maybe the living room extended further than I thought. Maybe this was the spare bedroom and Liz's mom was cleaning it or something. I noticed that there was a small gap in the curtains, an inch or so wide, so I decided to resolve the question once and for all. I left the garbage bin behind, walked over to the window and took a quick peek through the gap in the curtains. I was surprized with what I saw within. The room had a bed in it, but was not the spare bedroom. It was fully furnished and showed definite signs of habitation and...shit, this was Anne's room! This was fairly obvious from the girly clothes lying around, but the smoking gun was that Anne herself was sitting at her desk at the far end of the room. Although I wasn't in her line of sight, I quickly ducked away from the window. The last thing I needed right now was for Anne to see me peeking in her room and accusing me of spying on her. She said she was coming to bed a while ago, I wondered what she was still doing up. I risked another peek into the room. I didn't really need to worry about being seen, Anne seemed totally focused on her computer. The screen was turned slightly away from the window so I couldn't see what she was looking at, probably just Facebook or something like that I supposed. I was just about to lose interest and continue my journey when Anne did the last thing I was expecting. She undid the button on her jeans and then gingerly slipped her right hand down inside her panties. While I didn't have a great view due to the arm of the chair, I could clearly see her hand moving around inside her panties as she continued to stare at the screen. Oh my god, she was masturbating! I stood transfixed at the window, staring at the scene that was unfolding in front of me. I could see Anne's fingers moving in and out of her panties, presumably stroking her clit. It seemed a bit clumsy somehow. I had watched Liz masturbate over webcam before (when you're a long-distance couple you have to take what you can get) and her fingering seemed deft and controlled, almost graceful as she rubbed, stroked and massaged herself to orgasm. In comparison Anne's motion seemed awkward, forced and somewhat clumsy. Maybe women put on more of a show when they know someone is watching, or maybe Anne was just sexually inexperienced and had not mastered pleasuring herself to the extent Liz had. I wondered what she was looking at on the computer screen. I assumed some kind of porn, although from what I knew about Anne it could just as easily be topless pictures of some guy from Glee or something. I continued to watch for a while and, somewhat to my dismay, found myself getting quite turned on. As I said before I wasn't attracted to Anne at all, as I couldn't see beyond her abhorrent personality. But while I couldn't see her pussy, or even any pubic hair, there was something about watching her young fingers slide in and out of her white cotton panties that I found very erotic. Somehow it was very naughty, but very innocent at the same time. I briefly wondered if Anne was a virgin. Probably not at her age, and with her looks, but in a small town like this it was possible I suppose. Suddenly she stopped her frantic fingering and pulled her hand out of her panties. To my delight I could see the light reflecting from the pussy juices on her fingertips. Whatever she was doing down there it was obviously working and it was also making my cock harden. Anne started looking around her desk. Eventually she opened the drawer next to her and pulled out a biro. She gingerly slid it down her panties and moved it around experimentally, before taking it out again and tossing it onto the desk. She went back into the drawer again and pulled out something else. It was shaped like a lipstick container, but about twice the size and white in color. Was it a vibrator? No, it seemed too angular and it had writing on the side. Maybe it was some kind of glue stick or something. Whatever it was she slid it into her underwear and started using it on herself. Her hand was buried further into her panties this time as she tried her new technique. After a while I realized that she must be actually fucking herself with the glue stick. There was no doubt about it, her movements were no longer up and down as if stroking her clit, but forwards and backwards as if she was... well, thrusting something in and out of her pussy! I hoped she was keeping a firm grip on her improvised sex toy, because foreign objects stuck up the vagina make for embarrassing emergency room visits. Her movements got faster and I started wondering if she was going to come right there and then, but eventually she stopped and took out the glue stick. She looked frustrated and started looking round her desk again. Clearly finding nothing to improve her self-gratification she stood up and started to walk over towards the window. I quickly ducked down and prayed she hadn't seen any movement. I held my breath as I crouched down below the window and tried to stay as still and quiet as possible. I could hear no noise coming from the room, but it must have been three or four minutes before I plucked up the courage to finally sneak another peak. I wasn't prepared for the sight I saw. Anne's bed was just below the window and she was laying on it, her head literally only two feet away from where I was peeking through the curtains. I was relieved to see that her eyes were shut, but then I saw something that made me forget all about her eyes anyway. Anne had stripped off her jeans and panties and was lying on the bed completely naked from the waist down. Her legs were wide open and she was thrusting something in and out of her pussy. After four of five strokes I realized it was the handle of a hair brush. Wow, this girl was wanton! I took a few seconds to take in all the details of her pussy. Her pubic hair was a light brown color, not as blonde as her hair, but not the usual dark brown like Liz's and most of the other girls I had slept with. Also unlike Liz, the 'full triangle' had been left intact, and her pubic hair was quite long and untrimmed. I liked the full bush; it was something of a novelty these days in a world of bikini waxes, landing strips and Brazilians. Below I could make out her pussy lips, spreading eagerly to accommodate the invading plastic penis substitute. What an amazing sight! The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 01 I suddenly realized the precariousness of my position, if Anne opened her eyes, even for a second, there was a chance she would see me through the gap in the curtains. I ducked away from the window again quickly. I knew I couldn't risk looking in again, in fact I had been very fortunate to escape undetected until now! I moved gingerly away and ever so slowly pulled my garbage container away and onwards on its journey. Only my raging hard-on betrayed that anything untoward had happened at the window. Wow, I would certainly never look at Anne the same way again, that was for sure! I deposited the garbage can in the front yard and went back into the house. I quickly made my way to our bedroom, not stopping to say good night to the rest of the family. Sure it was impolite, but probably not as impolite as saying goodnight with a big tent pole clearly visible in my pants. I desperately hoped that Liz would be in the mood for sex as I was incredibly horny! Fortunately she wasn't asleep, she was laying on the bed in her underwear reading a magazine. "What took you so long?" she teased. "Sorry about that there was a garbage... incident," I lied. "A garbage incident?" "Yes a bag split. No big deal, just had to clean it up." "Oh okay. You're lucky I was about to give up on you and go to sleep." Liz was petite, only 5'3" and very slim. Her breasts were small, only a 32AA, but they were in proportion with the rest of her body. She had long dark-brown hair that hung freely down her back. Tonight she was just wearing an ordinary black bra and panties, but it didn't take much to turn me on in my current frame of mind. I still had the image in my head of Anne fucking herself with a hairbrush and I realized for my sanity that I needed to do something to forget that image. A good start would be to focus my sexual urges on the correct sister! I started to take my clothes of, throwing them haphazardly onto the chair. When I got down to my boxers Liz's eyes widened at the sight of my cock straining against the fabric. "Wow, you've never got that excited seeing me in my work underwear before," she said. But I wasn't interested in her underwear, I just wanted to just rip it off and ravish her. "I can't explain it either. I hope you're not tired, because I really need to fuck you right now," I replied. Liz looked taken aback as I was rarely so up front in expressing my sexual desire. Sometimes I would subtly ask if she was in the mood but, more often, one or the other of us would just initiate sexual touching and the other would rarely object. Liz and I had a good sex life, partly because both of us had healthy sex drives and partly because, although we had technically been 'dating' for about ten months, we had no physical relationship for most of that time, so we were still in the novelty stages, exploring each other's bodies. "Well I do have to get up early tomorrow..." She was smiling and I knew she was just teasing me, but I was in no mood for teasing games. I knelt on the bed, reached over and grabbed Liz's wrist, pulling her towards me and flipping her over. I was fairly strong and Liz was very light, so she had no hope of resisting even if she wanted to. Once she was face-down on the bed, I grabbed the sides of her panties and ripped them down her legs, exposing her cute little ass. "Hey, what happened to foreplay?" she said. "Sorry, I'm just so hot for you right now!" I ran my hand up the back of her athletic leg and across her tight ass cheek. I gave it a gentle squeeze before tracing a path back down her ass and onto her inner thigh. I pushed my hand up the inside of her thigh and she obligingly opened her legs a little and pulled herself up onto her knees, giving me access to her pussy. Usually I would take my time over sex, teasing Liz and using the anticipation to turn her on, but tonight I was in no mood to take things slow. My fingers headed straight for her pussy, opening her labia and feeling for her clit. She moaned slightly as my fingers found their goal and I started rubbing her nub slowly. I used two fingers to pleasure Liz's sweet spot, rubbing small circles around her little bud. As I did so I could feel her pussy getting steadily damper. In my head I still couldn't shake the image of Anne with her hands down her panties doing much the same thing with her own clit. Liz lowered her chest and pushed her ass up towards me, grinding her pussy into my hand. I rubbed harder in response and she started to give little moans of pleasure. I used my other hand to pull off my boxers and set my cock free. It was standing to attention at its full seven inches. I rubbed my shaft gently as I took in the view of Liz's pussy bucking against my hand. I allowed my fingers to slip off of her clit and up to her pussy entrance. As quick as a flash one of Liz's hands came up to replace mine on her clit. I pushed two fingers into her cunt, feeling it slowly expand to accommodate the intruders. Then I started gently finger-fucking my fiancée as she pleasured herself with her own fingers. The dual stimulation was clearly getting her extremely aroused as her breathing increased and her pussy was now dripping-wet. "Enough with the fingers, get your cock inside me!" she said, between panting breaths as she rubbed her clit hard. I didn't need telling twice, my cock was desperate to get in on the action. I removed my fingers from Liz's snatch and positioned myself in between her legs. I pointed my cockhead, already dripping with pre-cum, at the entrance to her wet tunnel and then pushed forward hard, filling her up with the full length of my member. Liz was taken by surprise at the force of my thrust and let out a little high-pitched yelp in response. I started thrusting in and out of her, my strokes long and forceful and Liz matched them, rocking her hips back as I thrust into her. "Yes, don't stop Craig. Fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned as I slammed into her over and over. She was still rubbing her clit and after a few minutes I could tell she was close. I grabbed hold of her hips, giving me more leverage and allowing me to penetrate her even deeper. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer either. I quickened my pace and I could hear Liz's breathing getting deeper and faster in response. She started letting out little moans in response to every thrust, which got louder and louder until eventually she went over the edge, letting out a loud squeal as she came. For some reason my mind went back to Anne. I wondered what had happened after I left. Did the hairbrush did its job and make her come too. I couldn't wait to shoot my load inside Liz, but for some reason I couldn't get the images of Anne out of my mind. Damn, that little whore had really got inside my head! I removed my cock and grabbed Liz by the shoulder, turning her over. Her quivering body was still recovering from the orgasm and didn't resist. I thought that getting a look at her dark, pretty, neatly trimmed pussy might get Anne's pale and hairy pussy out of my head. I pushed my cock into Liz's cunt again and started fucking her once more, but it didn't work. Watching her pussy lips envelop my cock just reminded me of the way Anne's had enveloped the hair brush. I pumped in and out of Liz, faster and faster, as my orgasm approached. I knew it was going to a big one, fueled by my illicit spying on Anne and this definitely above-average fuck with my fiancée. Liz was now playing with her nipples, her eyes closed and her head tilted back on the pillow, completely oblivious to my inner conflict. I slowed down, making the most of my last few strokes, then slammed into her hard, firing my seed deep inside her. The orgasm pulsed through my body like a jolt of electricity, making my body convulse from my knees right up until my shoulders. "Oh fuck," I moaned as I felt a second stream of cum fire from my cock and into her warm cavern. My orgasm subsided and I rolled over and collapsed onto the bed. Liz reached over and rubbed my cock gently, coaxing the last drops of cum from my shaft. She then ran her hand up my body before wrapping her arm around me lovingly. As I felt the soft caresses of my fiancée, I was in turmoil. As great as that fuck had been, and as amazing as Liz was, I couldn't hide from the truth. When I had shot my load I wasn't thinking about Liz at all, I was imagining fucking Anne. _______ "What are you looking at?" challenged Anne over breakfast. "Nothing, I was just looking in your direction that's all," I mumbled in return. I obviously couldn't tell her the truth. She was only wearing a plain white blouse and a sensible skirt, the clothes she wore for work, but in my head she was completely naked. Obviously Anne had no idea that I knew what she was doing the previous night, but I was still feeling uncomfortable around her. I was hoping that after a good night's sleep I wouldn't be thinking about Anne any more, but if anything the opposite was true. Seeing her now, fully dressed, her usual sullen and rude self, acting as if nothing had happened, made me even more excited about having seen her naked, vulnerable and masturbating. Fortunately it wasn't long before I had to go to work anyway, which meant I didn't have to see Anne for the entire day. It was crazy that I was struggling to get this girl who I didn't even like out of my head. Liz was the one I loved, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, all this stuff about Anne was just some weird perversion. An obscure fantasy brought about by a highly unlikely set of circumstances. In fact, I started to wonder if there wasn't something else going on here. I was living with a girl who was sexy, smart, cool and otherwise great, but who I hadn't really spent that much time with, and with whom things were suddenly moving very fast. Now, out of the blue, I was starting to have weird feelings about her sister who is not my type at all and likely unattainable even if she were. I was no psychologist, but I figured that I may just be getting scared about how fast things were moving with Liz and suffering from the common male illness of commitment phobia. I gave Liz another good seeing to that night to try and forget about Anne. It didn't work, but it was good fun trying. The following day it was Friday and Liz and I went to a party. It was one of Liz's friends' birthday and I didn't particularly want to go to be honest. While I had met several of her friends by this point, I didn't know the birthday girl or indeed anybody else at the party, and I was obviously only invited as Liz's 'plus one'. I tried my best to socialize and fit in, but I often found myself with nobody to talk to and so, with nothing else to do, I hit the bar quite hard. Fortunately I'm not somebody who usually makes an ass of himself after a few drinks, and I'm not sure anybody other than Liz even noticed I was drunk. In fact this night is only relevant to the story because it resulted in me having a bit of a hangover the following day. It wasn't a nuclear one, just a lingering headache, but I was due to be going biking with Liz and didn't really feel up to it so she decided to go shopping with Anne instead. Her mother took Charlie out to a little league game at lunchtime, then Vicky went out with some of her friends and so suddenly I was home alone with my future father. Harvey Delaney was an intimidating man, but we had a good hour of 'bonding' over a bottle of wine. Eventually he fell asleep in his armchair and I was left completely to my own devices. I read a book for a while, then played video games back in our bedroom, but I soon got bored. My mind started drifting towards Anne again as images of her fucking herself with her hairbrush played repeatedly across my mind. It was strange, I had only watched her doing this for ten seconds tops, but over the last few days my imagination had managed to fill in all the blanks, so now I had about ten minutes worth of 'memories' of the event. I could 'remember' her frantically hunting round the room for a sex aid, before eventually settling for the hairbrush. Then she quickly stripped her jeans and panties off, nearly tripping over as she did so, before jumping on the bed and opening her legs. Then she finger fucked herself for a minute or so before sticking in the hair brush. Slowly and carefully at first, but then gaining confidence and shoving it up her cunt faster and harder until eventually her body exploded in a toe-curling orgasm. Annoyingly, reliving this part memory, part fantasy in my head had given me a hard-on. As there was nobody else around, I decided to jerk off to give myself some relief. I got as far as opening my zipper, but then another thought struck me. I was practically alone in this vast house, with only a sleeping Mr Delaney for company. Given the number of people who lived there, that was a pretty rare event. In fact, it could be a completely one-off opportunity to do something I had secretly wanted to do for the last few days. Ever since peeping through Anne's curtains watching her perform, part of me wanted to go 'backstage' and see what things were like on the other side of the curtain. There were butterflies in my stomach as I made my way through the house to the part where I now knew Anne's bedroom to be located. It started to occur to me that trespassing in Anne's room was quite risky. Mr Delaney could wake up at any time, or Liz and Anne could get home from the mall and I could be caught red handed. I could have chickened out at this point but, if anything, the risk of getting caught just made the whole thing seem even more exciting. I arrived at what I believed to be Anne's bedroom door and stopped to listen. I could hear no sound other than the muffled tick and tock of the grandfather clock coming from the front room. Ever so slowly I turned the doorknob and pushed the door slightly open. I took a quick peek inside to confirm that my calculations were right and it was indeed Anne's room, then I quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I was in! I took a deep breath and looked around. My heart was beating incredibly fast with excitement and I wasn't really sure why. It was just a girl's bedroom, what did I really hope to see or do in here? I hadn't really thought about what I would do next, I just knew I wanted to see inside. Well, okay, I had seen inside, now maybe I should leave in case I got caught. But then a pen on the desk caught my eye. Was this the pen that she had put down her panties while I was watching? It was difficult to tell as I was so far away at the time. I picked it up, hoping for a tell-tale sign, maybe it would sticky or something, but it just seemed like a regular pen. It probably wasn't even the same one. I bet I could find the glue stick though! I remember she got it from a drawer to the right of her desk just... here! I found the item I was looking for almost immediately. I held it in my hands, smiling a big goofy smile. It didn't feel any different, but I knew this item had been up Anne's cunt. I sniffed it, hoping for the smell of her pussy. While it didn't smell of pussy exactly, it did smell slightly strange - enough to pique my interest into exploring further. Right, next up I wanted to find the Holy Grail - the hair brush! I put the glue stick carefully back in the drawer and started looking around. Unfortunately I had missed this part of the show and so had no idea where she had got the brush from. I checked on the desk and on the dresser and in the drawers of the dresser, but to no avail. Where did women keep this kind of stuff? I started opening drawers at random, most of which contained clothes, makeup, jewelry, and eventually underwear! I took a minute or so looking through Anne's pantie draw. It was an untidy collection of mostly unexciting, sensible cotton affairs. There were a couple that were a bit more skimpy, but nothing too risqué. I didn't know a thing about Anne's sex life, but it seemed she didn't have much 'date underwear'. I mentally compared it to Liz's collection, which contained a number of tiny thongs and little silk numbers. I eventually found the hair brush in the bedside cabinet. I was excited to find it, but I was even more excited when I thought about the ramifications. Why would you put your hairbrush in the bedside drawer? There were no chairs or mirrors nearby and lying in bed was obviously an impractical time to brush your hair. The only reason would be if brushing hair was not the primary purpose of the hairbrush! This thought excited me a lot, causing my dick to stir from its slumber once more. Maybe the scene I experienced wasn't a one-off, maybe she masturbated a lot! I ran my finger along the handle of the hairbrush, feeling like I was almost touching Anne's pussy by proxy. I gave it a good sniff, but there was nothing unusual. I was vexed by this, I was desperate to inhale the scent of Anne's private parts. I suddenly realized that there was an easy solution. It may be that Anne had gone to the trouble of washing the glue stick and hairbrush and even if she hadn't, plastic is pretty bad at retaining odors. But one thing that wasn't bad at retaining odors was fabric. I had seen Anne's clean panties, all I needed was a pair of dirty ones. I went over to Anne's laundry basket and opened the lid. After picking though a couple of t-shirts, some pants and a pair of socks, I found exactly what I was looking for - a pair of Anne's worn cotton panties. They were white, just like the ones I had seen her in the other night. In fact, it was difficult to be sure but they could even be the ones she used that night! I sat down on the bed and gave the crotch of the panties a good sniff. Oh shit yes, that was the stuff! My dick became rock hard as I smelt the slightly stale but still highly arousing scent of Anne's sex. I lay down on the bed, pulled out my cock and began to stroke it gently. I gave the panties another deep sniff and imagined lying in this very spot, while Anne sat on my face. I closed my eyes and rubbed my cock harder, imagining her hairy snatch right there in front of me while I inhaled the deep aroma of her cunt and drove her wild with my tongue on her clit. I brought the crotch of the panties to my nose again, but this time allowed my tongue to run over them. I tasted Anne's pussy juices on the panties as I imagined tasting her pussy for real. This was enough to send me over the edge. I felt my orgasm coming hard and just in time I managed to cover the tip of my penis with the panties as I fired jets of milky semen into them. The orgasm was electric, but the comedown was hard. Shit, what was I doing? I had just jerked off on my fiancée's sister's bed while sniffing and tasting her panties! I cautiously looked inside the panties and saw them coated in streams of my cum. Crap, there's no way I could put those back into the laundry! I would have to throw them away and hope she didn't miss them. Okay, time for some damage limitation before I got caught. I straightened out the bed sheets to make it less obvious that I had been lying on them. I put the hairbrush back where I had found it and made sure that the lid was back on the laundry basket. I was about to leave when I noticed that the curtains were still open a little, just as they had been the other night. Had she not opened or closed the curtains since Wednesday night? I tried to close them fully, but found that the curtains were just slightly too small for the window and as a result they didn't close properly. Well, that was interesting. It meant that there was a permanent gap and anybody walking past the window could look in any time they wanted. I guess nobody had ever bothered to fix the problem because nobody ever came around the side of the house. Even in its state of recent discharge, I felt my dick slightly hardening again with this new information. Focus! I had to get out of here now, before I got caught. I quickly slipped out of the door and walked back towards my room. Half way down the corridor I realized to my dismay that I had left the soiled panties behind. Shit, how obvious did I want to be! I quickly returned and stuffed the cum-filled undergarments in my pocket, before going to the back yard and disposing of them deep in one of the rubbish bags. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 01 Phew, that was close! _______ All I could think of for the next few days was the gap in Anne's curtains - the gap that was there when I peeked in on her last week and when I went into her room and that would still be there now. In fact it would be there for evermore until somebody took the trouble of replacing the curtains with some that fitted properly! But most importantly, the gap would still be there on Wednesday night, when I did my weekly garbage run. I thought about visiting Anne's window at other times, but it was quite difficult. Obviously I wanted to catch Anne masturbating again, or at the very least in a state of undress, which realistically meant when she was getting ready for bed, or getting up in the morning. But there was never any time in the mornings. And it would be difficult to disappear for any length of time late in the evening with no explanation. Someone might come looking for me, or at least ask awkward questions. I was sure that, given time, opportunities would present themselves, but for now Wednesday night was what I had to cling on to. I decided I would wait until Anne went to bed, give it half an hour or so, and then suggest that Liz and I went to bed too. Then, while Liz was performing her over-long bedtime ritual, I would take the garbage out as usual, stopping off on the way to see what I could spy through Anne's window. Of course, I was realistic and knew that the odds were stacked against me. She probably didn't get herself off every night, or even every Wednesday, and if she didn't the only way I would likely see anything is if I peeked through just as she was getting undressed. But the prize if I timed it just right would be well worth it. I had already seen her pussy and would have loved to see that again, but perhaps more importantly I wanted to see her breasts! I hadn't seen them on the night I had spied on her because she had kept her top on, but from outside her clothes it looked like she had a lovely rack. I wagered that her ass would be perfect too. Everything about her body seemed so damn perfect! I was prepared for whatever fortune would occur; I even had a handkerchief in my pocket in case I had the opportunity to jerk off while looking through the curtains. But alas it was not to be. Anne stayed up late watching a film and, as Liz and I both had to get up early for work the following day, I couldn't find a reasonable pretext for staying up any later. It was a disappointing end to the day and I couldn't even make up for it by screwing Liz because she wasn't in the mood. So I went to sleep with a hard-on, cursing my bad luck, thinking about what might have been and imagining what Anne might be doing in her room that night, once she eventually went to bed. I was similarly disappointed the following week. Anne went to bed at a normal time, but Liz wanted to stay up later. I waited a while, but when it seemed that Liz wasn't tired at all I feigned tiredness and said I was going to bed after taking out the garbage. But it turned out I had left it too late and by the time I got to Anne's window she was curled up asleep in bed. Her light was off, of course, but in the darkness I could see she was sleeping under the sheets anyway. The next week was when I came the closest so far to getting the repeat show I craved. I got to the window and watched Anne mess around on her PC for ten minutes, and I was just about to give up when she switched it off and began getting ready for bed. She started undressing, and I thought that this was finally going to be my moment. I had my handkerchief out of my pocket and my zipper down in anticipation. But once she got down to her bra and panties (and my cock started getting hard) she lay down on the bed to read a book and I had to duck down and quietly slip away to avoid being seen. Maybe there were some other forces at work here. Maybe someone or something was telling me that I had to end this unhealthy infatuation with my fiancée's little sister. I had certainly been feeling very guilty about it, especially as Liz didn't have a clue about my dirty little secret and things had otherwise been going well between us. Okay, so our sex life hadn't been quite so good over the last couple of weeks. I guess we were at the point that most relationships get to where we didn't feel the need to have sex every single night any more. We were still at it three or four times a week, but sometimes she would have a headache, or she would be horny but I would be tired and so one or the other of us would be left frustrated. In short, we were out of the honeymoon period and into a proper long-term relationship, which was fine because I was ready for a proper long-term relationship. But damn, I just couldn't stop thinking about Anne. She was the forbidden fruit and I was on first name terms with the serpent. Even though she was still very rude and mean towards me I found to my disgust that I actually looked forward to spending time in her company, just so I could letch at her beautiful body some more. But, of course, she was always fully clothed. It started to occur to me that I would likely never get to see Anne naked again because God or fate or karma or whoever was preventing it. Or maybe there was a more rational explanation. Maybe the one amazing show I had seen had just been a freak accident. Maybe she didn't masturbate very often at all and I managed to catch a once-in-a-blue-moon moment of hormonal madness when I just happened to be walking past. I wasn't sure if I should be pleased or disappointed with this. By the following Wednesday, four weeks after the initial incident, I had given up trying to actively scheme my way into a peep show. This week I was just going to drop off the garbage and then go to bed. I wheeled the bin across the yard and through the first gate, as was my ritual. I carried on past the kitchen, where I looked in to see Mrs Delaney making someone's lunch for tomorrow: possibly mine. That woman just never stopped working! I gave her a wave and carried on past the utility room, and what I now knew to be a spare room and the study, until eventually I was walking past Anne's room. I smiled to myself reliving the events of four weeks ago in my head. I remembered the conundrum of why the light was on which had led me to peer through the gap in the curtains and catch Anne in her lewd act. I was almost past the window before I noticed that the light was on tonight too. I stopped in my tracks. I had told myself I was giving up on this wild goose chase. The best thing to do would be just finish up with the garbage, then go to my comfortable bed with my comfortable and guilt-free fiancée. Who knows, maybe she would be horny and in the mood. On the other hand, I was already here and the light was on and, of course, there was the ever-present gap in the curtains. I decided I had nothing to lose by taking a quick peek to see. Most likely Anne would just be sitting there sending emails to her friends or something and I could quickly move on and, hopefully, forget about her. I crouched down in front of the window and peered through the curtains. Anne was sitting on the bed directly in front of me, in her bra and panties, brushing her hair. As the bed was right in front of the window this meant she had her back to me. On the plus side this meant I had no chance of being seen, but on the minus side it meant that I couldn't really get an eyeful of anything good. Her panties were just her usual, sensible white cotton, the type I had jerked-off into on that Saturday afternoon. They didn't show anything of her ass, which was sunk into the soft mattress. All I could see was her perfect, blemish-free skin and her long, golden hair as she brushed it back. With that hairbrush There was no mistaking it; it was the same hairbrush I had seen her shove in and out of herself before. I had missed the part just before that, so maybe this was how it started. Maybe the hair brushing was a sort of pre-masturbation ritual, before she put the brush to other uses. I quickly realized the ridiculousness of this. She had been masturbating at her desk and then, when I looked again five minutes later, she had been fucking herself with her hairbrush on the bed. The idea that she stopped in between to brush her hair was rather unrealistic to say the least. Nevertheless even if its use was entirely innocent tonight, the mere sight of that hairbrush had got me aroused. I could feel my dick hardening and straining against the fabric of my slacks. I stood up to try and see over her shoulder and get a sight of her cleavage. Unfortunately I couldn't really get high enough unless I climbed on the window ledge. So aroused was I becoming that I actually considered this, but fortunately some semblance of sanity reasserted itself just in time. If fate had decided that I wasn't going to get to see Anne's tits then I couldn't do much about that, but I could give fate one last chance to change its mind. I would finish taking the garbage around to the front yard and I would take my time doing so. Then, in about five minutes time I would come back and take one last peep through the curtains. If she had gone to bed, or was still brushing her hair, or was filing her nails or doing something else similarly unexciting then I would leave the curtains behind forever and never look through them again. I continued my journey to the front yard and put the bin in its usual spot, where the garbage men knew to collect it from. Okay, I couldn't go back yet, I needed to wait a bit. I had to give Anne a chance to finish her hair, to give fate a opportunity to make something happen. I picked up a few small pieces of trash from the drive way and the street outside. Then I made a show of tidying up a few leaves from the garden hedge, partly in case anybody was watching me, but mostly just to kill time. There was nobody around at this time at night, not even the sound of a car. Growing up in the city this seemed eerie to me, but I was slowly getting used to it. When I guessed that about five minutes had passed (in reality it was probably only two or three) I made my way slowly back to the window. I knelt down once more and peered through the crack for what would probably be the last time. Anne was still sitting on the bed, but was no longer brushing her hair. I saw the hairbrush on the bed next to her and she was making some adjustments to the shoulder strap on her bra. No, wait, she was pulling it down. The strap lay loosely on her left arm as she slipped the other strap off her right shoulder as well. If only she didn't have her back to me! Using both hands she pulled down the cups from her bra, completely freeing her prizes assets from their cotton prison, but maddeningly I couldn't see them. Come on Anne, just turn around a little bit! She didn't turn around, nor did she remove the bra completely, she just sat there on the bed with it around her midriff. She reached up and cupped her breasts, but didn't seem to do any more. What was she doing, was she playing with her breasts, or critically analyzing them, or just giving them a routine check for lumps? I sat there for several seconds wondering what was going on. Did her body tense up just then or was it my imagination? Whatever she was doing she was certainly taking her time over it. She dropped one hand from her breasts and placed it on the bed behind her, using it to take her weight. She then slowly arched her back and I saw her other arm start to move rhythmically across her chest. There was no doubt about it, this was no examination, she was playing with her tits! I slowly undid my pants, pulled down my boxers and let my hard-on spring out into the evening air. This was my moment and I was going to enjoy it! I rubbed my cock slowly as I watched Anne play with her breasts. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I imagined her squeezing them and playing with her nipples. Every now and then she changed hands, giving each breast the same attention. Then suddenly everything happened at once. First her hand moved down and started rubbing between her legs then, a split-second later she fell backwards onto the bed finally revealing to me the two objects of my desire! There they were, so big and pert and firm. Liz had firm tits as well, but Anne's were several sizes bigger, maybe as big as a D cup. Whatever they were they looked absolutely perfect on her equally perfect body. She had deep red areolas, that were quite small for the size of her breasts -- probably about the size of silver dollars. They were topped by pretty little dark red nipples that stood proudly to attention. I was mesmerized watching them jiggle up and down as she rubbed her pussy through her panties and I rubbed my cock in rhythm with her. After a while she started using her other hand to rub her breasts in turn and squeeze her nipples. Her nipples grew puffy and red from all the attention and I imagined what it would be like to take one of them in my mouth. After a while Anne's rubbing and squeezing slowed to a halt and she sat up again. No! Had she come already? Fortunately this turned out not to be the case. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, tossing it aside. Then she stood up and pulled down her panties, showing me the last part of her I hadn't yet seen. Her ass was tight and shapely and perfect, just like her breasts. Momentarily she bent down to untangle her panties from her feet, giving me a view to die for. It was only for a couple of seconds, but her crack opened slightly giving me a tantalizing view of her pussy lips and even a slight glimpse of her tight little brown hole. I rubbed my cock harder and almost came on the spot, but I managed to hold back. I wanted to see what happened next. Anne tossed her panties onto the floor with her bra and fell backwards onto the bed again, now completely naked. She repositioned herself further up the bed, which was doubly good news for me. First, it brought me closer to the action and second having her head on her pillows tilted it forward reducing the chance that she would see any movement I happened to make. "That's perfect you gorgeous little slut, now give me a show!" I whispered under my breath, confident that the double-glazing would drown out such a quiet noise. I started slowly rubbing my cock again as Anne's fingers ventured through the curls of her pubic hair and down into her pussy lips. She rubbed her pussy with all four fingers as she idly traced circles around one of her nipples with her other index finger. She seemed to be more dexterous and deliberate than when I had last watched her masturbate. Maybe she had been getting some practice in the meantime. The motions of her hand on her pussy gradually became harder and faster while my hand on my cock matched her stroke for stroke. I saw her mouth open slightly and I imagined her letting out a little moan. There was nothing delicate about her self-gratification now as her palm rubbed backwards and forwards, parting her pussy lips and presumably stimulating her clit beneath. Meanwhile her other hand twisted and pulled at her nipples, making them even more red and raw and puffy. After a few more minutes, she arched her back and started to buck her hips into her hand slightly and I wondered if she was close to coming. I knew I certainly was! Then suddenly she stopped what she was doing and started groping around the bed for something. Oh yes Anne, the hairbrush, use the hairbrush again for me! I thought to myself. She eventually found her improvised plastic sex toy, but instead of ramming it up her cunt like I was willing her on to do she spent several seconds pulling clumps of hair from it. This was not exactly sexy, but in a way that made the overall scene all the more erotic for me. This wasn't a staged peep show, this was real life and I was watching Anne without her knowledge; violating her most personal moments. I never took my eyes off her body the whole time. Her ample pussy hair had started to look damp and matted, either with sweat or, more likely, secretions from her aroused sex. Further down the bed I could see her toes curl and uncurl periodically. Eventually she seemed satisfied that the hairbrush was clean. She raised her knees and opened her legs wider to give herself easier access to her damp cavern, then she pushed the handle of the hairbrush down into her nether regions. Her back arched from the bed as she pushed it into her pussy for the first time and as she removed it I could see it glistening with her pussy juices. She is really wet, I thought, she must be close. Last time I had watched her I hadn't seen the moment where she came and it was something I desperately wanted to see. She started pumping the hairbrush into her cunt over and over, each time bucking her hips to meet its thrust. Her face was now bright pink and I could see her breathing so heavily I wondered if anybody walking past her room could have heard it. She started using her other hand to rub her clit; with no rhythm, just the reckless abandon of a woman desperate to orgasm. I felt my own orgasm build, and just as I felt I could hold it back no longer, I saw Anne come. She threw her head back on the pillow and her mouth opened wider as her whole body tensed up. I couldn't be certain, but I even fancied I could just about hear her moan through the double glazing. Her hips bucked as she thrust the hairbrush into her womanhood a couple more times. I was so transfixed on watching this beautiful girl orgasm that my own climax caught me by surprise a little bit. My dick spasmed in my hand and I felt a jet of semen fire out of the end. I didn't know where it went, I was still transfixed on Anne, who was now coming down from her climax and just lay on the bed, panting. She removed the hairbrush from her cunt and I saw her reach over to her bedside table and grab a tissue. She carefully wiped the hairbrush clean before putting it in the drawer next to her. By now the precariousness of my own position had caught up with me. I pushed my still-erect member back into my boxers and did up my pants. Anne was still lying on her bed, completely naked and aroused, but I managed to tear myself away from the scene and duck down out of sight. I had to get back to the house and up to bed before Liz started wondering where I was, if she wasn't already. But first I needed to figure out where I had ejaculated and clean it up. Looking into Anne's well-lit room had made my eyes ill-adjusted to the darkness outside. I felt around in front of where I had been kneeling for a while, eventually finding a large sticky blob of cum slowly trickling down the wall below the window. I didn't have my handkerchief with me, but I wiped it away with my hand and then onto the grass as well as I could. I would have to come back in the morning when it was light to make sure there was no evidence of my visit. While I was there, I took one last look through the window. Anne was walking across her bedroom towards the door and I watched for a few seconds, mesmerized by the way her naked butt moved as she walked. I saw her reach up and press the light switch and then there was nothing but darkness. I walked quickly and quietly back into the house, praying that Liz had taken her sweet time getting ready for bed that night. I opened the door and walked in, as cool and nonchalantly as I could manage, but stopped dead when I saw the sight in front of me. Liz lay on the bed, completely naked, except for a very sexy peephole bra that I had never seen before. Her legs were wide open and she had two fingers down in her pussy rubbing her nub, while her other hand gripped the bed frame behind her. She looked over and smiled broadly as I walked in. "Hi baby," she said, seductively. " I've been waiting for ages, what took you so long?" The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 02 Eventually, using the CCTV footage from the store, Atlanta PD were able to track down the crook. He was found guilty of armed robbery and sentenced to four years in jail... Vicky, Liz and I spent a lot of time watching reality cop shows. Not because they were good, but because they were bad enough to be entertaining. The criminals on the show usually got caught not by the brilliance of the police, but because of their failure to plan properly or just their own stupidity. I didn't understand how someone could do something as drastic and risky as commit armed robbery without making sure they had every possible angle covered. Criminals were really dumb, which I guess is why they had to resort to crime. The three of us took great pleasure in picking apart the crimes and pointing out where they went wrong. "That guy is such an idiot," I mused, as the credits rolled. "Totally," replied Liz. "Always scope out the CCTV cameras in advance and have a plan to take them out. Every criminal must know that!" "And why on earth did he fill a bag with cigarettes?" I added. "That added valuable seconds to the job and would give the police concrete evidence if they found them." "He might have got away with it if he wasn't wearing a Drew Brees football jersey," said Vicky. "Who the hell wears a Drew Brees jersey in Atlanta? He can't have been hard to find for the cops. Just look for the guy at the bottom of a pile of angry Falcons fans." Liz and I both laughed. Anne, who was also in the room, just rolled her eyes. "Shall we watch the next episode?" said Vicky "I'm going to bed," said Anne. "I'm not spending another hour listening to you guys talk shit." I pricked up my ears at this last comment. I quickly glanced at my watch as Anne stood up and made towards the door. "Okay, goodnight Anne," said Liz as she left the room. "Night Liz, night Vics," she replied. "Good night Anne," I shouted after her down the corridor. There was no reply. I didn't expect one really as Anne rarely acknowledged my existence unless it was to insult me, put me down or try to land me in trouble. It was ironic really, because if she only knew my little secret she would have enough ammunition to land me in all the trouble she could ever want. In one fell stroke she could probably get Liz to break off our engagement, her dad to kick me out the house and maybe even lose me my job as well. But she didn't know, and with any luck she never would. "So are you guys going to stay up for one more?" asked Vicky "Sure, I'm up for it," said Liz. "How about you Craig?" "I don't think so. I have an important meeting first thing in the morning, so I might just go to the study and finalize my presentation." This was mostly lies. I was still the junior member of the town planning department at work and I didn't have many 'important meetings' as such, but Liz liked to think I was becoming someone important at City Hall, so I occasionally threw her a bone. I was going to go to the study for a while, but not for anything work related. The study had been a brilliant idea actually. It was a small room around the side of the house that apparently hadn't been used for anything much in years. I asked Liz's parents if I could use it to work in and they were more than happy for me to do so. I brought home a load of impressive-looking folders, reports, plans and drawings from work and covered the desk in the study, but in reality I did very little actual work in there. I mainly used the study for two purposes. The first was for a bit of 'me space'. The Delaney house was very large, but with my fiancée, her two sisters, one brother, two parents and me, seven people in total, it could be difficult to get any privacy sometimes. In the study I could get half an hour to myself with nobody hassling me. The second purpose was that it was where I said I was going when I didn't want to tell anybody what I was really doing. I sat down on the leather chair in the study and relaxed for a moment. It was dead quiet at this end of the house, the only noises I could hear were the faint sounds of Anne moving around in her room next door. That was another great thing about the study - it was in a perfect location, right next to Anne's room. I knew I had to be patient and wait a while, at least ten or fifteen minutes. Sometimes it would take half an hour, or maybe I would be unlucky and it wouldn't happen at all, this wasn't a precise science. I pulled a mountain biking magazine out of the drawer and read a couple of articles. After five minutes or so I could no longer hear any noise from next door. A further five minutes later I put down my magazine, left the study and quietly made my way out of the front door and around the side of the house. I wasn't the only one with a secret in this house, Anne had one too. She loved to masturbate! She did it at least two or three times a week, maybe more, but as far as I was aware I was the only person who knew. I had found out completely by accident a couple of months ago. I happened to peek in her bedroom window while I was taking the garbage out and I caught her at her PC with her hand down her panties. It turned out her curtains didn't close properly and after that I had checked in every Wednesday night while I was taking out the garbage and other nights as well when I got the chance. Most of the time I was disappointed, but on a few occasions I happened to look in at the right time and got a real treat watching Anne get herself off. It was hit and miss, but over several weeks I learned to tip the odds in my favor. My first bit of luck had been the study, where I could chill out and keep tabs on Anne without arousing suspicion. Then I started to notice patterns in her behavior. She would usually go to bed around midnight, but the nights when she wanted to masturbate she would often turn in a little bit earlier, maybe between eleven and half past. But the really big clue was what she said when she went to bed. If she just said "I'm going to bed" or something like that, then that was usually exactly what she was doing. But if she gave a reason or an excuse for going to bed, especially a contrived-sounding one, then it was a clue that she had something else on her mind. It was like she was lying to cover her back as a reflex action, even though there was nothing really strange about wanting an early night. I was proud of myself when I noticed that pattern. If the signals were right, I knew there was a pretty good chance I would get a show that night and so I would often retreat to the study to 'work'. It wasn't a precise science and I was still left disappointed sometimes. On those occasions I would usually go crawling back to my room, hoping to release my built-up sexual desire on my fiancée instead, who didn't usually take too much persuading. What was it Anne had said when she went to bed tonight? I'm not spending another hour listening to you guys talk shit. That was a textbook example of one of her contrived excuses and at exactly twenty past eleven. As I said, it wasn't a precise science, but I was fairly sure I knew what she really had in mind. I slowed down as I got to Anne's room so as not to make a sound. I carefully crouched down on the grass underneath her window and then slowly raised my head to look through the gap in the curtains. I never knew what I was going to see when I did this, as Anne's self-pleasure rituals took on several different guises. Sometimes she frigged off at her computer desk, I assumed while looking at some kind of porn. Sometimes she used an improvised sex aid such as a hairbrush or a pillow to help her get off. Sometimes she would just strip, lay on the bed, close her eyes and get knuckle deep. Sometimes she would do more than one of the above. One of the great things about watching at Anne's window was that it was never quite the same twice. When I looked in tonight, she seemed to be playing a brand new game. She was standing in front of her full-length mirror in her underwear. I had rummaged through Anne's underwear drawers before and found very little other than plain white cotton bras and panties, and that was all I ever saw her dressed in, but tonight she was wearing something rather different. Both bra and panties were a fully opaque deep pink color. The bra was one of those half-cup plunging ones that are designed to be worn with a low-cut top and show a lot of cleavage. Anne certainly had a lot of cleavage to show and her young, voluptuous breasts were practically spilling out of the top of the cups. The panties were slightly more conservative, but were still rather skimpy at the back. Anne had a fantastic ass and they showed it off beautifully, her tight and firm buns clearly on display either side of the fabric. Anne cavorted in front of the mirror, striking various poses. I wasn't sure what she was doing, I guessed she had purchased some new underwear and was just trying it on. Maybe she had a date at the weekend and wanted to see how she looked in her 'date underwear'. Or maybe it was just some kind of sexy dress-up game. Whatever the reason, I wasn't complaining as the end result was extremely sexy. I could feel my dick getting hard in my pants. I briefly wondered if she had been wearing this underwear all night, or if she had changed into it when she got back to her room. It would be a shame if I missed her getting changed. I would just have to hope she took it off again sometime soon. Anne turned around a little, standing side-on to the mirror, to view her profile. Her body was now facing me and I could now see that the panties didn't really work at all. They were cut quite thin at the front and unfortunately Anne didn't do much maintenance on her secret garden. I chuckled to myself at the sight of her pubic hair sticking out either side of the panties. Not that I disliked it really. Liz had a neatly trimmed bush, so Anne's unkempt one was a bit different and gave her an aura of innocence and naivety which was a turn on for me. Anne showed no signs of caring about, or even noticing, her bikini line faux pas. She slowly ran her hands over her flat stomach, across her hips and down her thighs, pouting in the mirror as she did so. I pulled my dick out of my pants and started to stroke it slowly, trying to take in every aspect of her body. She ran her hands up her midriff again, this time lingering over her breasts and cupping them briefly, before crossing her arms and running her hands down her forearms. It was hardly a polished erotic dance, but it was good enough for me. Then came the moment that I had been waiting for, Anne reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She allowed the straps to fall slowly down her shoulders, then removed her arms from the straps and covered her breasts with her hands to replace the cups as the bra fell onto the floor. It was almost like she was practicing a strip routine. Did she have a job that I didn't know about? Not in this small town, I thought, and certainly not with that bikini line. She must just find it sexy doing it in front of the mirror. Anne gently massaged her tits. Her hands were small and her tits were large, so there was plenty of 'spillage' around the outside. Eventually she slid her fingers slowly outwards, allowing me to see her areolas and nipples for the first time. She gave her nipples a little tweak, then a longer rub, then she started circling them with her thumbs and I noticed how firm they had become. Anne threw her head back and squeezed her breasts again, mashing them together over and over. Then she released her breasts altogether, walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a chair. She positioned it facing the mirror and then sat down, adjusting the chair to get the view in the mirror she desired. Once satisfied, she started playing with her breasts again. I rubbed my dick harder as she slowly opened her legs. This was slower and more subtle than most of Anne's usual antics, but I appreciated the variation. I hoped this masturbation in front of the mirror in sexy underwear would become a regular fixture. After another half a minute fully exploring her breasts, she finally released them. She ran her right hand down her body, past her stomach and into her crotch. She then rubbed her snatch through the fabric of her pink panties, slowly applying more pressure to her mound. She was several feet away from me, but after a while I fancied I could see a wet patch forming on the opaque material of her panties. Eventually she brought her other hand in to join the party. She slipped her fingers underneath the crotch of the fabric and started doing... something. It was difficult to see what exactly because I was looking at her right profile and so her right hand obscured precisely what was going on. My imagination ran wild with the possibilities Whatever she was doing, it was clearly having the desired effect. Her nipples were fully erect and as hard as bullets and her mouth hung open. She started to move her hips slowly in time with her fingers, which caused her tits to gently rock up and down and side to side. Just as I was starting to wonder which one of us would come first, she slipped her right hand down the front of her little pink panties. Whatever her fingers did there seemed to have the desired effect as thirty seconds later she convulsed in orgasm. Her hips jolted forward nearly causing her to fall off the chair. At the same time her back arched and her head tilted back as she rode the waves of pleasure that must have been shooting through her. Just at that point I felt my own orgasm arrive. As it hit I looked at Anne's expression of orgasmic pleasure, wishing I was firing streams of milky cum onto her face instead of harmlessly into the handkerchief that I held over the tip of my cock. I knew I would never fulfill that fantasy, but this was definitely the next best thing. _______ This was my dirty secret. I had been spending the last two months spying on my fiancée's sister, watching her most intimate personal moments and using her youthful body and her primal sexual urges to help fulfill my own carnal desires. I was a peeping Tom, a voyeur, a pervert, a stalker even. I had made my peace with all of those terms; it didn't really matter how you dressed it up, it amounted to the same thing. I was betraying Liz, who loved me and had no idea about my secret perversion. I was abusing the trust of Liz's parents who had allowed me to live in their house for the last three months. I was probably breaking the law too, although to be honest I wasn't sure precisely which law. I guess I was also violating Anne, although ironically this was the part I felt least guilty about. She had been a complete bitch to me ever since I moved in for no reason at all. In fact part of the initial thrill had been getting one over on the person who seemed determined to make my life as miserable as possible. I often thought about all of the above. I knew that if Liz, or Anne, or Vicky, or their parents ever found out about what I was doing, they would be repulsed and I could expect no sympathy from anybody. In the past I had read stories in the newspaper about people like me and I always thought they were sick perverts. I didn't feel like a sick pervert. It had all started completely innocently, I never even realized it was Anne's bedroom when I first looked in. But once I knew what Anne was doing it became very difficult not to look. I challenge any man to say they wouldn't take a peek if they knew there was a hot young girl masturbating behind an ill-fitting curtain right under their nose. And it wasn't like I was actually hurting anybody; it was basically a victimless crime. As long as nobody found out that is. I knew that voyeurism was a recognized and quite widespread sexual kink. A few weeks previously I had spent some time on the internet researching it. I found a whole bunch of websites showing women caught on hidden camera. Sometimes they were caught fucking, sometimes masturbating, sometimes just getting changed. In fact, some of the websites contained little or no nudity at all, showing videos of women just going about their day-to-day business. The only constant was that the victim was unaware that they were being watched. I got quite turned on by some of the videos and eventually jerked off to one of a woman masturbating on the sofa while home alone. I wondered if I could use internet voyeur porn to wean myself off of Anne, maybe I could get a laptop for the study so I could jerk off when I wanted to. But after the initial novelty wore off I found hidden camera videos were no substitute for watching my own blonde bombshell giving me an exclusive private show. Within a week I was back at Anne's window again. I often wondered about Anne's sex life. Did she pleasure herself a lot because she never had sex? Or did she just have a very high sex drive? She never spoke to me about anything, let alone this kind of stuff, but it seemed even Liz knew very little of Anne's social and love life. Apparently she had dated a guy for about two years at school, but they split up during senior year and Liz was at college by then, so she never found out why. Anne then went to college herself, but dropped out after only a year and since then Liz hadn't been aware of any serious boyfriends. She never brought anybody home and never admitted going on any dates, always claiming she was going out 'with friends'. I assumed that Liz would know about it if she ever had a proper boyfriend, as it was difficult to keep secrets in this small town. I didn't ask any further questions in case Liz became suspicious as to why I was suddenly so interested in Anne. For the next couple of weeks I didn't spend much time at Anne's window. This wasn't a matter of choice, but between a tight deadline at work, a few social events during the evenings and a wedding upstate, I just didn't have the time. The wedding was for one of Liz's college friends and it was the first we had been to as a couple. Her friends were all nice, but they couldn't really hide their surprise and mild concern about how quickly we had got engaged after meeting on the internet. Some of them had been with their partners for several years and were still not engaged. One asked me if it was weird to move all the way across the country to live with Liz's family and I admitted that it was a little. I suddenly thought of all my family and friends back in California, who I hadn't seen for several months, and it made me a little homesick. Still, it was an enjoyable event and was nice to do something as a couple on our own. We stayed in a hotel nearby for the whole weekend and it reminded me of when we still had a long-distance relationship and would meet up for dirty weekends. It was nice not to have to worry about who might be walking past the door when we were having sex. Liz was rather loud in bed and several times at her parents' house I had sat embarrassed at breakfast, wondering if any of her family had heard her screams and moans the previous night. If they did they hadn't said anything so far. When we returned from the wedding, we settled back into our regular routine, except that I made a special effort not to spy on Anne any more. The weekend away had reminded me of everything I loved about Liz and I wanted to spend my precious free time with her instead. One night the following week Anne made it pretty clear (although not to anyone without my powers of deduction of course) that she was going to her room to 'pet the poodle', but I didn't make an excuse so I could go and watch. Instead I suggested to Liz that we have an early night and I was rewarded with a fantastic blowjob from my fiancée. Admittedly I spent a lot of the time imagining what Anne was doing in her room, but I guess that wasn't so bad. I knew lots of guys fantasized about someone else while getting head from their girlfriend. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 02 _______ In fact, my peeping Tom days may have been completely behind me if it wasn't for the events of the following Sunday. It was a quiet afternoon, Liz was out having a girly afternoon with a couple of friends, and I was spending time with Liz's twelve-year-old brother Charlie in the large back garden. We had been messing around playing all kinds of games and eventually we started playing baseball. I often felt sorry for Charlie, having three older sisters and no brothers, so I liked to take a bit of time to play with him when I could. Besides it scored me points with Liz's mom and it's not like I didn't enjoy goofing around in the garden. He was actually a good slugger for his age and I found I had to pitch the ball quite fast to avoid him whacking it straight back over my head more often than not. Eventually Charlie got bored with the game and decided to go inside to watch some TV. I stayed outside to do a bit of gardening. The leaves had just started to fall from the trees and they were already making a mess of the patio. The gardener came once a week to do this kind of thing, but it would be nice to have a clear patio in the meantime, so I decided to rake up a load of leaves and put them in the compost bin. Liz would be gone a while and it wasn't like I had anything better to do. Before long I had finished the rear patio, so I decided to clear the front porch and driveway too while I was in the zone. I was just finishing up, sweeping the last of the detritus away, when Anne came waltzing down the drive. I had no idea where she had been, she wasn't carrying any shopping bags or anything, and I figured she would ignore me as usual. I just carried on with my work but, to my surprise and annoyance, she didn't ignore me, but stopped and watched me for a while. "Hey Craig how much do you earn an hour?" she eventually asked. "What?" I replied, wondering where Anne was going with this. "Oh nothing," she chirruped, in an annoying sing-song voice. "It's just you're such a good lackey I thought we could keep you on as a gardener once you and Liz break up." "I already have a job, and I wouldn't bet on Liz and me breaking up if I were you." "She would have dumped you already, but she's worried who will sweep the drive and take out the garbage once you're gone." I felt slightly guilty when she mentioned taking out the garbage, thinking of the times I had spied on her under that pretense. "Oh yes, she told you that did she?" I said, not wanting to give her too much ammunition, but peeved at her insinuations about our relationship. "No, not exactly, but I know my sister. She dumped her last boyfriend after eight months and he had a better car and more money than you," she said, with a slight sneer. I knew Anne was winding me up, trying to make me snap, but I wasn't going to give her the pleasure. I knew about Liz's previous boyfriend, they were in the process of breaking up when I first started speaking to her online. Apparently they broke up because he spent too much time out with his friends and wasn't ready to settle down. I didn't say anything because I really didn't want to start an argument with Anne. I just carried on with my sweeping, hoping Anne would go away. "Well anyway, I'm going to leave now," she said, not entirely convincingly. She sniffed the air. "Do you know what mom's cooking for dinner? I'm hungry; I think I can smell something nice." Anne walked off in a hurry as I collected up the last of the leaves. Anne was getting so difficult to deal with. I didn't really care about the generic insults, but saying things about my relationship with Liz was going too far. Maybe I should talk to Liz about her again. It was too much that she couldn't even be civil to me when passing me on the drive. Well, unless you counted that random stuff about dinner at the end, what was that about? As if you could smell something in the kitchen all the way from here. I carried my bucket of leaves around the side of the house to the composter. I walked past Anne's curtain, but I didn't stop to look in. I hoped I was over that phase and besides Anne was going to the kitchen wasn't she? I took a quick look as I walked past the kitchen. Anne was indeed there rummaging around in a cupboard and she didn't notice me walk past the window. I carried on and deposited my leaves in the composter, considering it an afternoon's work well done. Realising that I needed a shower after my manual labor, I went back to the house through the kitchen door. Anne was still there, now searching the fridge, but as soon as she heard me come in she stopped immediately. I didn't want to talk to her, and tried not to look in her direction, but in my peripheral vision I noticed her surreptitiously hide something behind her back as I walked past. Did she really think I cared if she was a secret eater? Maybe she should learn to cook rather than relying on her mum the whole time. As I made my way to the bathroom I heard Anne half walk, half jog down the corridor to her room and slam the door. It seemed a little bit odd to me. Why is she in such a rush, she can't be that hungry can she? In fact, I had watched her eat a large breakfast that morning so I would have been surprised if she was hungry at all. When she started talking about food when we were on the drive, I assumed she was just looking for a convenient excuse to leave the conversation, just like in the evenings when she... What was it that she hid behind her back in the kitchen? Suddenly a picture started forming in my head. I stopped in my tracks, turned around and went back out into the yard, completely forgetting about my shower. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought. Don't slip back into old habits again! But another part of my brain assured me that I wasn't slipping back into old habits, I was just going to check to see if I was right. It seemed so unlikely, but everything fitted, the 'lame excuse', raiding the fridge, rushing back to her room, a known fondness for 'toys'... I had to take a look in her window long enough to see if she was going to do what I thought she was going to do. And with what I thought she was going to do it with. I stopped at Anne's window and realized that my heart was beating quite fast. I guess partly because I had rushed around to the window very quickly, but mostly it was because if I was right then this could be the best show yet! I looked through the curtains as I had done so many times before and I saw Anne had already removed her top and her bra. Her breasts hung freely down and swayed and wobbled as she struggled to remove her socks. She finished pulling them off and then started fumbling with the clasp on the pants she was wearing. Anne seemed to be in a desperate hurry. On this occasion there was no warm up, no 'getting in the mood', no removing her clothing piece by piece, no feeling her body outside her clothes. This was somebody who wanted to get off and get off now! I noticed that her nipples were already erect and I felt the familiar feeling of my cock straining against my pants. I pulled my zipper down and freed it from its cotton cage. Anne had finally managed to remove her own pants and quick as a flash had removed her panties as well. Completely naked, she started frantically looking around the room. I wondered what she was looking for. Ah yes, her prize from the kitchen, I wondered what it was going to be. A carrot? A zucchini? A banana possibly? Her mother always kept a well-stocked fridge. Eventually she found what she was looking for on her desk. She grabbed it and turned around, revealing it to be a cucumber. It was about two and a half inches thick and must have been over a foot long! Wow, she certainly had high expectations in that department. Or maybe it was all she could find. Either way I knew exactly where she planned to put it and I anticipated enjoying every moment of it. She looked the cucumber up and down, taking in its length and I could see her eyes widen. Her other hand moved down to her pussy, seemingly involuntarily. She walked over to the bed and climbed on. I figured she would go for her usual 'missionary' position, but instead she got on all fours with her butt facing the window. This gave me the most amazing view of Anne I had ever seen before. There, just a few feet in front of my face, were Anne's lady parts spread open with everything on display. Her labia looked at me like two big, red lips begging to be kissed and I could see beyond them into her secret cavern, which was already wet, anticipating the large invader. Above that I could see her asshole, puckered and brown and tight. Below I could make out her pubic hair. I pumped my cock furiously. I could happily have looked at that sight all day, or at least until I came, but my view was interrupted by her hand reaching around with the cucumber. She was clearly going to try and take the whole thing doggy style! She poked at her entrance a few times but seemed to be having a few problems. The cucumber was long, thick and difficult to control and her arms weren't quite long enough to reach all the way around. At one point it even seemed like she was going to accidentally stick it up her ass! Eventually she managed to steer the knob at the end in between her pussy lips and tried to push it in, but she still couldn't complete the task. Her pussy obviously wasn't yet able to accept such a big intruder, and from my vantage point I could see she was pushing it in at slightly the wrong angle. She made a few more attempts, clearly getting frustrated, before she gave up, collapsing face down on the bed. Come on Anne, don't give up now! I thought, as she lay there on the bed breathing heavily. She manoeuvred one of her hands underneath her leg and used her middle finger to start playing with her clit. Again I had a perfect view of this, I could see her probing digit roughly working her nub. After a minute or so of this she rolled over onto her back and reached for the cucumber again. She positioned it between her legs and started to push, the vegetable intruder piercing her labia. It went in a couple of inches, but it was only the thin part at the end, it seemed her youthful vagina couldn't cope with the widest part of the cucumber. She sat up in the bed and pumped the cucumber slowly in and out, watching mesmerized as her pussy lips widened trying to accommodate the green penis substitute. It was slowly getting lubricated with her pussy juices and from my vantage point I could see that every time she pushed she was getting it a little bit further in - two inches, then two and a half, then three. Her vagina had now expanded enough to envelop the full width. Anne started to breathe heavily as she pushed the cucumber further and further up her cunt. Her strokes became faster and faster as she became more lubricated, until she was fucking herself rigorously, like a piston. I adjusted my stroke to match, pumping my cock like mad, thinking of my own impending orgasm and not noticing that Anne was no longer looking at the cucumber, but straight ahead. Straight towards the window. Straight towards the gap in the curtains. Straight at me! Our eyes locked together and I stopped pumping my cock mid stroke, paralysed with fear, standing perfectly still. Anne's expression went through a dozen different emotions from shock, to anger, to fear, to panic. She opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream, loud enough for me to hear through the double-glazing. In one movement she pulled the cucumber from her pussy and grabbed her sheets, pulling them up to cover her naked body. I regained control of myself and darted away from the window, clumsily putting my cock away and refastening my pants as I ran from the window. I ran down the drive and along the street, away from the house as fast as I could. I had been caught! My secret was out! _______ I didn't know where I was running to or even why I was running; it's not like I had anywhere to go. Everything I owned was at the Delaneys' house, so I had to return eventually, all I was doing was delaying the inevitable. I actually ended up in a coffee house in the center of town. I sat at a table in the corner on my own, drinking a coffee I had bought with the loose change in my pocket and wondering how I had let my life go so horribly wrong. I have no idea why it popped into my head at that time, with everything else I had to think about, but I suddenly realized why the criminals on the cop shows always got caught. It wasn't always that they were stupid, or didn't have the ability to plan properly, as I had always thought, the problem was one of complacency. The first time they robbed a store, they probably planned it meticulously and worked out every second of the operation in minute detail, with contingency plans in place for every eventuality. It went well, so they did it again, and again. After a while they stopped making all the contingency plans and eventually stopped planning altogether. They were pros right? Get in, take the money, get out. Nothing had gone wrong before, why should it now? It was exactly the same with me. I had watched Anne so many times without getting caught, that it didn't even seem dangerous any more. I had got to the point where I was no longer careful about keeping still and perfectly quiet. I no longer cared what direction she was looking, or how far away she was, in fact the closer I was to the action the better. When she sat up in bed while using the cucumber, I should have been thinking shit she's looking in your direction, duck down! Instead I was thinking about the great view I was getting of her tits and how I could watch the expression on her face as she came. It hadn't even occurred to me how much easier she would be able to see me during the daytime. I knew from experience that when looking out of a window from a lit room into the darkness you would see virtually nothing, but the same was not true in daylight. Today I hadn't even ducked down and peered through the bottom part of the window, I had just stood there jerking off like an idiot. I was the director of my own downfall. I wondered what would happen now. I knew Anne hated me and I could expect no favors; she would tell Liz the first chance she got. Or maybe she would tell her parents instead, to get as many people involved as possible and make sure I couldn't sweet-talk Liz and worm my way out of it. Maybe Liz would be back at the house by now. At this very moment they could be having a 'family meeting' to discuss what had happened and what to do about it. Her father would be furious, her mother shocked, Liz herself would be crying probably. Anne would be pretending to be upset but would be secretly reveling in the attention and being the victim at my expense. I bet she wouldn't tell them what she was doing while I was spying on her. I ordered myself another coffee, using the last of my money. It occurred to me that if Anne was smart she wouldn't tell anybody, but would blackmail me instead, knowing that I would do anything to prevent Liz from finding out what I had done. Would she want money? She didn't have a great job, but I was sure her parents gave her money. On the other hand, she did seem to spend a lot on designer shoes, clothes, make up and stuff. Liz knew how much savings I had, as we were saving for a house together, so it would be tough to explain where the money had gone. But explaining a missing hundred or even thousand dollars sounded a lot better than explaining jerking off at her sister's window. Could this really be resolved so easily with money though? If I paid Anne off, then every time she needed money after that she would hit me up, knowing I couldn't refuse. Then, when the money ran out, she would spill the beans anyway. In many ways the quick resolution might be better than the slow and painful death. Besides, I would need all my money if I had to set myself up again in San Francisco, I thought bitterly. No, I couldn't give up that easily, there must be another alternative. Maybe I could talk my way out of it. What if I claimed I had just been looking through the window to see what room it was? It was a good excuse, because it had an element of truth to it. The first time I had spotted Anne that was actually what had happened. But how could I explain that I had been jerking off? I could just say Anne made that bit up to make her story juicier. After all, everybody knew that Anne didn't like me, so it was at least plausible that she would make something up to get me into trouble. In fact, if I was going to go that far, why not just claim she made the entire thing up? I could act confused and innocent and say I had never been near her window. Most of the family would be more likely to believe Anne, their own flesh and blood over me, the relative newcomer, but if I could sow enough seeds of doubt... But then what? Even if Liz believed me on balance of probabilities, she might not trust me fully after that. And the rest of the family certainly wouldn't and Anne would be doubly-determined to get her revenge. It would make life in the house unbearable and could end up tearing the family apart and the most likely result is still that Liz would want to put the whole thing behind her and dump me anyway. I came up with plan after plan in my head, and none of them were great. Depending on how Anne played it, maybe I could deny it, or claim a misunderstanding, or pay Anne off, or something. I didn't know what would work, but I knew for certain that the longer I was AWOL, the more it would arouse suspicion. I decided that there was nothing else for it but to go back and find out what kind of trouble I was in. I opened the front door, bracing myself for the wall of rage I expected to hit me, but the house was quiet. I found Mr and Mrs Delaney in the back room with Charlie and they greeted me cordially enough. Liz and Vicky were still out and Anne was nowhere to be seen. It was clear she hadn't told anybody yet and I assumed she was still in her room plotting. Maybe she was waiting for Liz to come home, or maybe she was going for the blackmail option. I decided that it would be better if I seized the moment and tried talking to Anne. I didn't know what the outcome of such a conversation would be, but I knew the longer I left her to scheme, the more likely she would come up with a really evil plan to hurt me. I knocked on Anne's door, feeling the tension coursing through me. My mouth was so dry I wasn't sure if I would even be able to speak coherently, let alone what I would say, but I had to try. There was no reply to my knock. She must be in there mustn't she? I was about to knock again when I heard movement from inside. I saw the handle turn, then the door opened, and there stood Anne looking disheveled, but with an expression as cold as ice. She had thrown on a t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms and she stared at me, her eyes full of hate. I wasn't sure, but it looked like she might have been crying. For the first time it occurred to me that this might not be so easy for her either. As far as I could tell she loved her sister and might not relish hurting her so badly. And she probably felt violated that I had seen her like that. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. "What do you want?" she said. I could tell she was trying to sound calm, but was barely suppressing a torrent of emotion. I swallowed a few times, trying to generate enough saliva to put a sentence together. "I think we need to talk," I eventually managed. Anne just stood there, her face a mixture of pain and rage. "Okay," she said eventually. She stepped back from the door, begrudgingly allowing me access to her room. Although I had seen her room many times, I had only actually been in there once, and then not with Anne's knowledge or consent. I took a few steps in and looked around. The bed, the desk, the computer, the chair, the mirror, they were all things I had seen Anne using, but they looked different from this side of the window. I walked into the middle of the room towards the bed, where I had last seen Anne naked with a cucumber shoved far up her pussy. There was no sign of the cucumber now. I heard Anne close the door behind me. I turned to look at her and she stared back defiantly. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds, but Anne eventually broke the silence. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 02 "Liz doesn't need to know about this," she said. "Maybe we could come to some arrangement." Anne was obviously going for the blackmail approach and was getting straight to the point. "What kind of arrangement?" I said, trying to sound as cool and unflustered as possible. I wasn't sure if I was going to allow myself to be blackmailed, but I had to at least hear her terms. "Look, I don't have much money at the moment, but I think I could get about three hundred dollars together," Anne blurted out. "What?" I said, confused. "Okay, okay! I know it's not much but that's all I have right now!" she said, angrily. "Why do you have to be such an asshole? I get paid next week, I can give you more then maybe." "What are you talking about? I don't want your money." "Well what do you want then?" Suddenly it hit me like a train. Anne wasn't trying to blackmail me, she was trying to pay me off! My brain suddenly went into overdrive. Somehow she thought that I would tell Liz what I had seen in her room and I guess she didn't like that idea. One thing was certain, Anne thought I was in command right now, but if she got the slightest hint that it was me that was expecting to be blackmailed, my advantage would be gone in an instant. I needed time to think, to rewind the events of the day and work out what was going on, but time was one thing I didn't have. I had to say something now, but none of my rehearsed speeches were relevant to this new situation, so I had to think on my feet and improvise. "First of all you get off my case. You stop badmouthing me to Liz and to your parents, you stop putting me down, you start being polite to me. Second..." I stopped, trying to work out what I would say next. Lots of things crossed my mind. Anne stared at me and eventually broke under the pressure of silence. "Whatever it is that you're going to demand, just say it!" she shouted, her face going red. " I've offered you money, what else can I give you? Do you want my car? My diamond earrings? My iPad?" She looked at me, trembling with fear and rage. I noticed a tear run down her cheek and her voice started to crack. "I bet you're wondering if I would fuck you aren't you?" she said angrily. I have to admit the thought had crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it as a bad idea. There had been moments at her window when I would have walked through fire to get my hands on that amazing body. And the thought of the little whore on her back paying her 'debt' did have a strong allure. But it would be way too dangerous to put that offer out there; it would raise the stakes exponentially. An hour ago I thought I had lost everything, now it seemed that I off the hook, which was the important thing. "Well I won't!" she continued, before I could answer. "I would never dream of betraying Liz like that. Besides, I'm not a slut! What you saw earlier was... well I've never done it before, I was just crazy with hormones!" I knew that was a lie, but I obviously couldn't tell her that. She was talking fast, without thinking too much and I knew I had to rein this conversation in before it got out of control. "Stop getting your panties in a twist, I would never cheat on Liz," I snapped back, wondering to what extent this was true. "So what do you want?" "I haven't decided yet, I'll let you know when I do," I replied. "In the meantime you had better be really nice to me or... well, you know what will happen." I walked out the door, trying to look cool and in control, then went straight to my room. I lay on the bed, my head awash with thoughts, trying to make sense of everything that had happened that day. My moment of revelation came when I realized that Anne hadn't actually seen me jerking off. The gap in the curtains wasn't that large, so she wasn't seeing the whole picture from where she sat on the bed. She looked me in the eyes and could have seen a bit of my face, obviously enough to see who it was. But if she had looked downwards from there (which she may not have done anyway) it is likely that she wouldn't have been able to make out much detail. My cock may even have been below the line of the window sill from her point of view. From there everything made sense. She didn't know I had finished my garden work, she probably assumed I was going back around to the front of the house to continue. Obviously that didn't give me the right to look in her window, but that was a small matter compared to what I had caught her doing with a salad ingredient. I thought some more, wanting to make sense of everything in my head before I decided on a course of action. I knew that Liz thought the world of Anne and thought of her as her 'baby sister' even though she was twenty years old. Even no-nonsense Vicky seemed to have plenty of affection for her. She also acted younger than her age, arguing with her parents, throwing tantrums when she didn't get her way and sneaking off with her friends. She seemed to have no career ambitions and probably only had a job at all because her father insisted on it (he was of the opinion that his children should earn their own way in life). Maybe Anne enjoyed being the baby sister and was terrified at the thought that I could tell Liz something that would totally shatter that caricature of her. So where did that leave me? In control, I concluded, so long as Anne thought there was a chance I could tell on her. In reality there was no chance I would tell Liz anything. While I had a chronic dislike of Anne, I had no specific desire to get her into trouble. Especially not one that would outweigh all the awkward questions that Liz would ask me if she knew I had seen Anne masturbate. Why did I look in her window? What could I see? How long did I watch for? Was I turned on at all? And, of course, the underlying question that she would be asking without actually asking – did I have the hots for her sister? No, it just wasn't worth it; Anne's secret was safe with me. The question was what I should ask for in return for my silence. Money was always useful, but it would be difficult to explain to Liz where it came from. Obviously this would be even more true of any of Anne's valuable possessions. I had already ruled out anything sexual, because it would blow the whole situation way out of control. Maybe I could make Anne my lackey, getting her to do my chores, make trips to the store for me, or help me with any tasks I was doing, but that just seemed petty somehow. In the end I decided that Anne didn't really have anything I wanted. I would just let her sweat for a week and then tell her that I was going to let her off and all she had to do was be nice to me from now on. Hopefully that would be the end of all my problems. Anne would get off my back and she would almost certainly get some new curtains which would remove that temptation from me. I could get back to caring about normal things, like my job, my relationship with Liz and our future plans together, maybe even a wedding. If only life was that simple... _______ I didn't see much of Anne over the next few days. She spent a lot of time in her room or out of the house, seemingly trying to stay out of my way. I only really saw her when we randomly crossed paths or at mealtimes. During one such meal, her mom brought in a salad and apologized for the lack of cucumber, lamenting that she was sure she had purchased one at the weekend. I struggled to suppress a laugh and Anne glared at me, her eyes pleading me not to say anything. I gave her a subtle nod and carried on eating my meal. I intentionally changed the subject and Anne was visibly relieved. To her credit, Anne also kept her side of the bargain and was civil to me when we did meet. I wouldn't say she was nice as such, but she did say hello and goodbye and please and thank you and even smiled at me sometimes, which by Anne's standards was nice I guess. I had no idea what she was thinking, but I could tell she was uncomfortable, bordering on scared, in my presence. It made me almost feel sorry for her, but I told myself that she was only being nice because she felt she had to be. Deep down she still hated me and I was sure she would cause me no end of harm if she had the opportunity. I was going to let her stew a bit more before letting her off the hook. Unfortunately for Anne, Saturday was Liz's birthday. As luck would have it, her parents were going away for the weekend, taking Charlie with them, so she decided to host a big party at the house. I would obviously be there, as would a whole bunch of her friends from the town with some coming in from outside as well. Even some of her cousins who were around our age were invited. Anne had already told Liz she would be there and couldn't back out now, so she was stuck with spending the whole evening in my company. I figured it might be amusing to see what lengths she would go to in order to avoid being in the same room as me. It was a warm evening and we had a grill going, so people were spread out all over the house and garden, giving her plenty of space to avoid me if she wanted to. As it turned out though, she was a lot less reclusive than I expected. Maybe she was making a special effort because it was Liz's birthday. Maybe she figured that I wouldn't say anything with so many people around. Or maybe it was just all the wine she was knocking back giving her courage. Whatever the reason, she seemed quite content to have me around that night. She was polite to me and even joined a couple of conversations I was having at various times. With no oldies at the party, quite a lot of alcohol was flowing and Liz especially got very drunk. As a surprise, I had ordered a special cake to be delivered and she could hardly even blow out the candles. Half an hour later, barely past eleven o clock, I found myself helping her to our room and into bed. I left her a large glass of water, plus a bucket in case she needed to be sick and returned to the party. With the birthday girl down I felt that, as her fiancé, it was my duty to at least make sure everybody had a good time in her absence. I checked on Liz every half hour to make sure she was okay, but on every occasion she was fast asleep. By about two o clock the party was winding down. All the food had been eaten, most of the drink had been drunk and a lot of people had either gone home or were waiting for cabs to arrive. I was getting tired myself, but I decided I needed to see this thing through. I had spoken to Vicky and she seemed to be on another planet. I had seen her knock back a few beers, but I suspected it was more to do with the suspicious smell of something illegal that was coming from garden earlier. As for Anne... well, she was also fairly drunk, and mostly devoid of adult responsibility even when sober, so I wasn't going to leave her in charge. I hadn't drunk much and so it was my job to be the responsible one. I made sure everybody had managed to order cabs, checked that people who had overdone the drink were okay and in between I started to clear up all the rubbish and put it in plastic sacks. The majority of the clean-up would have to wait until tomorrow, but there was no harm in making a start now. I filled up a third sack and took it outside with the rest. On my way back in I nearly walked straight into Anne. "Hey, I've been looking for you," she said. "Oh yes? Why?" I asked, suddenly serious. If Anne was looking for me, it wasn't likely to be for anything good. "Not here," she said, "come with me." She didn't give me much choice in the matter, taking hold of my wrist and leading me to her bedroom down the corridor. It crossed my mind that if anybody saw Anne drag me into her bedroom at half past two in the morning, while she was drunk and Liz was incapacitated, there might be some gossip come tomorrow. Fortunately there were very few people around by then and I don't think we were noticed. She pulled me into her room and I closed the door behind us. "I've figured it out," she said, letting go of my wrist. "Figured what out?" I asked, suddenly very worried. Much of my future happiness was dependent on Anne not figuring things out. "Figured out what I can give you in exchange for keeping my secret," she said. I studied Anne carefully. She looked a little unsteady on her feet and her eyes were glazed. She was also standing a little bit closer to me than I was comfortable with, as drunk people often do. "What's your idea?" I replied, carefully. I knew we were in very dangerous territory. Anne's judgement was clearly impaired and I didn't know what would happen if we agreed something that she then regretted the following day in the light of sobriety. On the other hand, if I rejected whatever she proposed, then it was possible she might overreact and do something rash. I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place. Anne paused for a few seconds. I wasn't sure if she was gathering her thoughts or her mind was just wandering. "You know when you saw me... doing stuff" she said, slurring slightly. "Yes, what of it?" "Well I was wondering... did you enjoy it?" "What?" I exclaimed. "Did you enjoy it? Did it turn you on?" She leaned into me as she said those last words. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or if she had just lost her balance, but I took a step back instinctively. "Well... I don't know, I only saw you for a couple of seconds," I replied, maintaining the pretense that I had just glanced in the window while walking past. "But was it a good couple of seconds?" I just looked at her blankly. "Okay what about now. Do you think I'm attractive?" I had no clue what to answer to this. Of course Anne was attractive, that's why I had spent so long at her window gawping at her this last few months. Even now, when she was swaying slightly and smelling of booze, I was captivated by her beautiful blue eyes looking at me. She was still an incredible physical specimen. But what would she say if I said yes? Come to think of it, what would she say if I said no? I really didn't like any of the directions the conversation could take. "Where are you going with this Anne?" I said, neatly avoiding the question. "I told you," she said suddenly raising her voice. " I've got a plan!" She waited, presumably for my response, but I offered none. "Okay I'll tell you. How about I give you a proper show?" "What do you mean a proper show?" Anne blushed a bit at this question and reluctantly extrapolated. "You know... a show. A sexy one. You can come to my window again, but this time I'll know you're there and I'll perform for you." She leaned in towards me clumsily and for a minute I thought she was going to try and kiss me, but instead she cupped my ear with her hand. "I promise I'll make it really dirty," she whispered into my ear. At this point Anne lost her balance and stumbled forwards into me. I caught her, touching the body that I had worshiped for so long for the first time. I wasn't sure if she had done it intentionally or not, but I held her arm until she appeared to have regained her balance. "What do you think?" she said. "I really don't know Anne-" I started. "I know what you're thinking," she interrupted, "you're worried that you would be cheating on your precious Liz. But that's the brilliant thing it wouldn't be cheating it would be just... watching. You know, like porn. Loads of guys watch porn and it's not considered cheating." I had to admit her drunken logic was strong. And right at that moment I was thoroughly turned on by the idea of Anne giving a private sex show, knowing I was watching her. But I was still very wary of this plan. It had all the hallmarks of a stupid drunk idea that would be regretted in the morning. "What's the matter don't you want to see my peep show?" she asked, actually looking genuinely hurt for a moment. "I'm not sure it's such a good idea," I said, carefully. "I knew it! You don't think I'm attractive do you." "No... I mean yes, I mean... that's not the problem." "This is getting old Craig! You said you don't want my money, or my stuff, so what do you want from me?" said Anne, her tone drifting from hurt to anger. "No, wait, that's not what I meant. Look, I think it's a good idea, it's just... well, you're a bit drunk at the moment and I'm worried that you'll change your mind in the morning." "No, I promise I won't. I'm not that drunk anyway," she argued. "I'll tell you what we'll do," I said, wondering if Anne would respond better to authority than reason. "You go to bed now and try to get some sleep. When you wake up in the morning, think about this some more and if you still think it's a good idea then let me know and we'll discuss it." I took her hand and walked her over to her bed before she could object and she didn't resist, in fact she sat down on the bed obediently. But then she seemed to change her mind. "No, I need to get back to the party!" she said, trying to stand up but falling back down again. "The party's over Anne, everyone is going home!" I expected further protests, but I got no response. I walked over towards the door and opened it. Just before I left I looked round at Anne, who had fully collapsed onto the bed. Her eyes were shut and it looked like she was going to sleep fully dressed with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I thought about helping her get more comfortable. Maybe I could help her undress... A dozen wicked thoughts went through my mind, which I dismissed quickly. I didn't want to take advantage of a drunk girl and there was no need to make this situation any more complicated than it already was. "Good night Anne," I called softly over to her. I got no response. I carried on tidying for a while, thinking about our conversation. On one hand I thought it had gone well considering. For the first time ever Anne was actually being kind of nice, I even got the impression she was flirting with me, although she was drunk so that didn't really mean anything. On the other hand I wondered if I had let her dictate terms too much. Was this sex show a good idea? Was it too risky? Should I have been more forceful and held out for more? I found Vicky sprawled on the couch in the back room, snoring quietly. I lifted her legs onto the couch properly and covered her with a blanket. She mumbled something incoherent to me and I bade her good night. I wasn't too worried about Vicky, she was by far the most street-wise of the three sisters and had probably passed out on many a couch before. I chuckled to myself as I went back to my room. That was all three sisters intoxicated and passed out. Is this what happened every time their parents were out of town? Liz didn't acknowledge my arrival, but I noticed she had used the bucket I had left. Well, that's enough babysitting for tonight I thought. I crawled into bed with Liz, wondering what developments tomorrow would bring, and fell asleep almost immediately. _______ When I woke the following morning, I was surprised to see that Liz was already up. I looked at the clock next to the bed and saw it was half past ten. Half past ten? I never got up that late! My next thought was to notice the lovely smell wafting under the door. I quickly threw on some clothes and followed the smell down the corridor and into the kitchen. It was quite crowded in there. Vicky was at the range cooking, which was the source of the smell. Anne and Liz both sat at the counter nursing glasses of juice. There were also a few other people, who I recognized as friends of Liz, who must have managed to find one of the spare rooms after the party. Nobody looked particularly healthy, and Liz especially seemed like she was nursing a nasty hangover. She barely managed to raise a smile at me as I walked in. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 03 Liz had been acting strangely towards me all evening. I had arrived home from work late and I could immediately tell that something wasn't right. We ate dinner in relative silence. I tried to make conversation and she answered my questions, but didn't ask any in return. After dinner I asked if she wanted to go out somewhere, but she said she didn't really feel like it, so she spent the evening having a bath and doing her nails and other girly things while I watched TV with her sisters, Vicky and Anne, and her brother Charlie. It wasn't like Liz to give me the silent treatment. She had always been one of those people who said exactly what she thought, which was one of the things I loved about her. I knew she was starting to get a little tired of our living arrangements. In a weird sitcom-like plot, I had moved in with her family after we got engaged. Since then we had been trying to save up to buy our own house, but progress was slower than we would have liked. We were slowly saving towards a down-payment, but we were both young with entry-level jobs, so this was not happening as fast as we would have liked. And we knew that it was a false economy to buy something too small that we didn't really want, so for now we were stuck living with mys. To be fair, Liz's parents had plenty of money, and had offered to help us out with a loan, but we were both adamant that we wanted to do this by ourselves. At about eleven o clock I decided that I was going to bed and to my surprise Liz perked up and said that she was coming too. We got to the bedroom, where I expected her to embark upon the needlessly long bedtime ritual that all girls seemed to have, but instead she just sat on the bed and looked at me with a serious expression. "Do you mind sitting down for a minute Craig, I think we need to have a talk," she said. I didn't like the sound of that. Nothing good ever starts with 'I think we need to have a talk'. The various possibilities started to swirl around in my head. Could she be pregnant? Surely not, we were always so careful! Maybe it was going to be the dreaded 'where is this relationship going?' conversation. But we had met in the flesh less than a year ago after 'dating' over the internet for a while and we were already engaged and looking to buy a house together, so how much faster could the relationship really go? Did she want to set a date? There was one other possibility, but I didn't really want to think about it. She couldn't know about that could she? "Of course," I said, with faked casualness, sitting down on the bed next to her. Liz looked uncomfortable and appeared to make several attempts to start a sentence before one eventually came out. "I know about your voyeur thing," she eventually blurted out. I felt my heart sink immediately. That was it, the one thing I had been afraid of Liz ever finding out about. For a long time I had been spying on her younger sister Anne through the gap in her curtains, watching her undress and masturbate. One day she caught me looking and I was certain she would tell on me (Anne didn't really like me very much), but it turned out that she was much more afraid of me telling Liz about what I had seen. I promised never to tell anybody in return for one really good 'show', which she duly delivered. This had been a few weeks ago now and I had not attempted to spy on Anne since. I knew if Liz ever found out it would probably be the end of our relationship, but I had no reason to think Anne would ever tell and I had hoped the whole saga was behind us. Surely this wasn't how our relationship was going to end. No big scene, no fireworks, no tears, just a 'you're dumped' conversation sitting on the bed? How had she found out? Had she, or someone else, spotted me looking through the window? Anne's bedroom window was secluded, tucked away around the side of the house where nobody went very often, especially at night, but it was certainly a possibility I could be spotted and it was always in the back of my mind that it could happen. But why now, weeks after I had last looked through the window? Maybe Anne had confessed all in a wave of guilt. Or maybe in a moment of stupidity she had told one friend in confidence, who had told one friend, who had told two friends and so on, the gossip spreading around the small town until it eventually got back to Liz. That was probably a more likely explanation. "Oh," was all I could manage in reply. "I wasn't spying on you," said Liz, "I promise I wasn't. I was just looking up something online before you got home and I saw a bunch of websites in the page history thing." "Wait, what? Hold on a minute, what do you mean?" I said. "Craig, there's no point in denying it, nobody else uses my PC. Hidden cam porn dot net? Dream amateurs dot com? My voyeur tube dot net? Ring any bells?" "Oh that!" I said, trying my best to contain my relief. It was true; I had been looking at those websites. When I was in the early days of my obsession with Anne, I started researching voyeurism to learn what I could about the fetish, wondering if it was Anne I really liked or just the thrill of watching someone who didn't know they were being watched. I did find the sites a turn-on and I spent a bit of time jerking off to hidden cam videos, but I soon found that it was no substitute for the real thing. I knew I should have done something to 'delete my history' on Liz's PC, but I'm not very good with computers. I made a mental note to find out how to do it, but unfortunately I got caught up with other things and I never quite got around to it. It was my own fault, I was lazy about covering my tracks and now I had been busted. "Look, I'm not judging you," continued Liz. "I know that most guys watch porn sometimes and it doesn't really mean anything. And I guess of all the things you could be into, voyeurism isn't really that bad. I mean it's not like you're into bondage or... like..." Liz struggled to think of another example. "Bestiality?" I offered "Yeah, something like that," she said. "You're not into anything like that are you?" "No, of course not," I said, laughing. Under normal circumstances I would have been very uncomfortable with this conversation, but I was so relieved that Liz didn't know about my episodes with Anne, that everything else seemed tame in comparison. "So, just voyeurism then?" "Yes, I don't know why, I just like watching girls masturbate I guess." I tried to concentrate on the watching girls masturbating part rather than the spying bit as it seemed less creepy. "It all makes sense now!" said Liz, a look of realization spreading over her face. "I know you used to enjoy watching me over webcam, but I thought that was because it was a long distance relationship and it was all we had. And then a few months ago you asked me to masturbate while you watched." "And you refused," I said, recalling the incident. "Yes, I'm sorry about that, if I had known-" "It's okay, really. It not that big a deal," I interrupted. What had actually happened that night was that I had been jerking off watching Anne at her window. When I was finished, I went back to our room to find Liz extremely horny and wanting sex. But my recently discharged member wasn't rising to the occasion and so in desperation I asked her to play with herself while I watched to buy me some time. But Liz insisted that we have sex immediately and somehow I managed to get my cock hard enough to penetrate her. It took me over forty minutes to come and made me quite sore. It was getting embarrassing by the end and I actually contemplated faking an orgasm, seeing as Liz had already had three by then. "So how long have you had this... thing?" continued Liz. I was hoping she would drop the subject, but she seemed determined to probe. "Not long really. I enjoyed watching you on webcam before we met and when we moved in together I realized I kind of missed it." The lies flowed fairly effortlessly for me now, as I worked on reinforcing Liz's current interpretation of events. "You're not too freaked out about this are you?" "No, I'm not," said Liz, suddenly taking hold of my hand. "I just wish I had known about it sooner. I could have helped you out so you didn't have to resort to those websites." "Helped me out?" "Yes," said Liz, giving me a saucy smile. "Maybe I would enjoy putting on a show for you, just like old times." "Like, now?" I suggested, starting to get turned on by the idea. Liz giggled. "No, not now," she replied, letting go of my hand. "But sometime soon, I promise." Liz disappeared into the bathroom while I mulled over my good fortune. Anne had caught me at her window and it had somehow worked out to my benefit. Now Liz had found my porn history and, again, it looked like it would work out well for me. I should probably buy a lottery ticket. I lay in bed, thinking about Liz getting herself off while I watched. Then I thought about Anne, wondering if she was performing the two-finger tango tonight. I went to sleep with a hard on. _______ Liz was true to her word. A couple of nights later we all watched a movie in the back room, but Liz disappeared before the end and never returned. I didn't think too much of it and after the movie had finished I went to find her. When she wasn't in the kitchen or any of the other living areas, I figured she must have gone to bed for an early night, so I decided to turn in myself as well. I went to our bedroom, but found to my surprise that the door would not open. I jiggled it a few times, wondering if it had got jammed somehow, but it wouldn't budge so I assumed it was locked from the inside. That's strange, I thought, why would Liz lock the door? I wasn't even certain the door had a lock. I knocked and waited, but there was no reply. "Liz, are you there?" I called out, gingerly, but there was still no response, although I was sure I could hear movement coming from inside the room. What was going on? I waited at the door for a while, feeling a bit of an idiot at being shut out of my own bedroom, before a spark of realization occurred. I quietly left the house by the front door and crept around the side of the house. Creeping around the yard late at night had become something of a trademark for me, but this time I wasn't heading towards Anne's room, I was heading around the other side of the house to our own bedroom window. I hadn't been around this side of the house very often and in the context of the large house I wasn't entirely sure which window was actually ours. I didn't want to peek in the wrong one again, that's what nearly got me into so much trouble before! I quickly identified the large back room, where I assumed Vicky and Anne were still watching television. The only other room emitting light was a fair distance away, more towards the front of the house. I did a quick count of the number of windows in between and mentally compared that to the rooms around this side of the house. Yes, that must be correct. I crept along the wall to the window and crouched down. This side of the house was a lot more open than the other and I would be seen much more easily. There was no real reason that Anne or Vicky would look out of the window at night, or look in this direction if they did, but it was not out of the question. I could even be seen from the house next door potentially. It was a fair distance away, but if they happened to peer out of the right window and look in the right place... I chuckled to myself, suddenly realising what a fool I was being. What does it matter who sees me? I was still in the mindset of spying on Anne, where being spotted would be disastrous. Here I was just looking into my own room at my own fiancée, who I was pretty sure by now was expecting me to be there. Sure, it would be a little bit awkward if Anne, Vicky or their parents spotted me peeking through the bedroom window, but it could be easily explained away as innocent tomfoolery between the two of us. And even if they did find out what we were doing, who cares? Liz and I were both consenting adults and they knew we shared a bed every night. The details of our sex life were none of their business! I noticed that there was a gap in the curtains. Not a small incidental one caused by the curtains being too small, like in Anne's bedroom, but a significant gap of a few inches left there intentionally by Liz. It was a little bit sinister how she had managed to create a sexual scenario so similar to that which I had participated in with her sister several times. I looked through the gap in the curtains. Liz was lying on the bed, spread-eagled above the duvet. Unlike in Anne's room, our bed was not up against the window but along the right hand wall from my current perspective. This made me further away from the 'action' but gave me a better view of the bed as a whole. Liz was wearing just her underwear. It looked like she had been shopping because I didn't recognize it as any of her regular sexy collection. The bra was black and mostly see-through, meaning even from the window I could see all the details of her breasts through the skimpy material. Liz had small breasts, compared to Anne's anyway, but they were pert and looked good on her petite frame. I could see that her small nipples were erect and pushing against the lacy fabric of the bra. Her panties were a skimpy thong with only a thin strip of material running over her ass and pussy lips, widening slightly to cover her pubic region. They were in the same color and style as the bra, mostly transparent showing her small patch of pubic hair through the material. Liz always kept her bikini line well trimmed, so she looked extremely good in underwear like this. Her eyes were closed and she seemed lost in what she was doing with one hand running over her breasts while the other gently rubbed her pussy over her panties. She squirmed slightly on the bed, clearly in a state of arousal. Did she know I was there? I hadn't seen her look, but she must have heard me trying to open the door, and call out to her, and would correctly assume that my next step would be to try and look through the window. I had to admire how she had set this whole thing up. I watched for a while as she pleasured herself through her panties. Eventually she allowed herself to slide her fingers under the fabric, giving herself direct access to her pussy and clitoris. Her hand movements were deft and subtle unlike Anne, who tended to be rough and aggressive when masturbating. Her fingers slid fluidly in and out of the fabric, and her body responded to every touch. Her face was tightened up in an expression of sexual pleasure, her mouth hung loosely open and her chest rose up and down rapidly with her deep breaths. I could feel my cock getting harder in my pants. It was begging to be let out and stroked, but I couldn't do it. It was one thing if someone looked out and saw me peeking through the bedroom window, but quite another if I had my dick in my hand while I was doing it. So I just watched and admired as my member started straining against the denim of my jeans. I saw Liz reach back and unhook her bra, freeing her breasts from their lace prison. Her nipples stood pink and erect on her small firm mounds, and she squeezed and rubbed them while her other hand continued to play inside her panties. Despite the risk, I started to rub my cock through the fabric of my jeans, enjoying the show put on by my fiancée. I watched for several minutes as Liz explored every inch of her body with her hands and fingers. Eventually she lifted her butt from the bed, then reached down with both hands and pulled her panties down her legs, before lifting her knees and removing them completely. Then she opened her legs and returned her fingers to her love button. She turned herself around on the bed slightly so I could see everything. Her middle finger gently parted her labia. The moistness of her private parts reflected the light, proving beyond doubt that this was not just a show, she was as turned on as I was. As her fingers parted her pussy lips I could even make out the entrance to her love tunnel, where I was now desperate to bury my cock. I could see her muscles starting to contract and spasm and I sensed she was close to orgasm. This was very different to Anne's self-gratification. Anne enjoyed rubbing her clit as a warm-up, but when it came to crunch time she was all about penetration. I had seen her fuck herself with a dildo, a hairbrush, a marker pen, a glue stick, even a cucumber before. When it was time to climax it was clear Anne wanted to feel something pumping inside her, while Liz had always been happy to lay back, relax and let her fingers do the work. Anne this, Anne that, why was I still thinking about Anne? I started to rub my cock harder through my jeans. I didn't want to come while fully clothed, making a mess of my underwear, but I was pretty close and I could tell Liz was too. Her fingers started to move faster and faster across her clit and her hips started bucking into her hand. Her head tilted back and she bit her bottom lip and then... stopped. She hadn't climaxed, I knew that, Liz had a very distinctive orgasm face. She stood up from the bed and walked over to the window flashing a seductive smile in my direction. She opened the curtains fully and threw open the window, exposing her naked body to the outside world. If any of the neighbors were watching me, they were now getting a real treat. "Hello stranger," she said. "I don't know how long you've been out there watching, but I can't seem to make myself come. I've got a feeling I need a big hard cock inside me to finish the job." I didn't need telling twice. I clambered in through the window and my jeans were practically off before I hit the ground on the other side. Liz started to make her way back over to the bed, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her over towards the window instead. Liz was slight of build and her petite body offered little resistance. In the heat of the moment I pulled her harder than I intended and she might have slammed hard against the window sill had she not had the presence of mind to use her hands to break the impact. "Hey, be gentle with me! You don't want to damage the goods," said Liz, playfully, but I could tell she was also totally caught up in the moment and desperate to fuck. I stood behind her at the window, reaching around to play with her nipples while my other hand removed my boxers. Liz used one hand to support herself against the window sill while the other returned to her clit. The head of my dick was already oozing precum. I clumsily tried to force my moist member into her slippery pussy but I was a good eight inches taller than her and so, even as wet as she was, the angles were all wrong and I couldn't performs a successful docking operation. "Stop messing around, get inside me you idiot!" said Liz, breathlessly and a little too loudly given the window was still open and the night was otherwise eerily silent. I needed to create a better angle, so I reached down and pulled her leg upwards. Liz was fit with a supple body and she soon got the idea, lifting her foot high off the ground, putting it on the window ledge. This stretched her pussy lips wide and gave me a better angle to enter her, although I still needed to crouch down a bit. "Come on, fuck me, split me in two! Aaaaaargh!" shouted Liz into the fresh autumn air, as I thrust upwards into her. My throbbing member instantly filled her sopping wet tunnel. I pumped in and out of her, each stroke more forceful than the last. My pelvis made a slapping sound against her ass as I pounded her over and over from behind. "Yes... baby... fuck... me... hard..." gasped Liz, in between strokes. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 03 We were both already close and I knew we were not going to last long. It was barely a minute later when I slammed into Liz one last time, holding myself there and spilling my seed deep in her pussy. The feeling of me coming inside her must have pushed Liz over the edge too as she climaxed loudly, bracing herself against the window ledge as she loudly announced her orgasm to the world. For about thirty seconds we both just stood there panting, my body still pressed up against Liz's, in turn pressing her up against the window. Eventually she lifted her leg down from the windowsill and I felt my cock slip out of her pussy. She shut the window and then the curtains before turning to face me and putting her arms around my neck. "You're right," she said, "that was incredibly sexy." "Yes, that was... amazing," I said, still catching my breath. "I hope nobody heard us." "Do you think they might have?" said Liz, suddenly looking concerned. "Well it's possible, the window was open and you were... pretty loud," I said, unable to think of a tactful way to say it. "Was I?" said Liz, genuinely looking surprised. "Gosh yes, I suppose I was. Are Vicky and Anne still in the back room? Oh God my parents are asleep just down the corridor!" "Well, they might not be asleep anymore," I taunted, finding Liz's shocked expression quite amusing. Liz fell backwards onto the bed, still naked. I noticed there was cum dribbling down her inner thigh, but that didn't seem to concern her at that moment. "What are we going to do?" she said, earnestly. "Let's not worry about it for now," I said. "Hopefully nobody heard us, but if they did and they bring it up... well, we'll deal with it. We're all adults." Liz continued to mumble concerns while I switched the light off and got into bed. I was also slightly worried about who may have heard what, but it was a nice kind of worried. I was used to worrying about getting caught on a much more serious scale, I wasn't going to lose sleep over the possibility of Liz's sisters or parents making some jokes the following day. _______ Breakfast in the Delaney household was something of an institution. The house contained five busy adults with jobs, as well as Charlie, the youngest of the family at twelve, who went to school. Between people coming home late from work, going out for the evening or having big lunches it was impossible to get the whole family together for dinner with any regularity, but it was different in the mornings. Everybody started work at a similar time, so they could all get together over breakfast and have a bit of family time. Every family member, including me now, was expected to be there for breakfast, unless they had a very good reason why they couldn't. The Delaney breakfast had become a proud family tradition. And the next morning it was one I hated. Liz and I were late and the last ones to get to breakfast. As we walked into the dining room everybody turned to look at us. We sat down and started to serve ourselves and it was immediately obvious they knew. The breakfast table was usually alive with conversation as the various family members chatted and joked with each other, but this morning there was mostly uncomfortable silence, punctuated by the occasional request to pass various items across the table. Harvey, Liz's father, just stared at his breakfast, eating in a mechanical way. Vicky, Liz's older sister, was obviously highly amused and was barely suppressing a big grin. Anne wore a rather curious vacant expression. Charlie just munched away on his breakfast as usual. Well at least he hadn't heard us! Liz's mother looked embarrassed and kept trying to find things to do with her hands. "So, did everybody sleep okay?" she said eventually. This was too much for Vicky, who exploded in a loud chuckle that she unsuccessfully tried to disguise as a cough. Anne and Liz both glared at Vicky, then Anne glared at Liz and the three of them started communicating in a secret sister language that seemed to consist mostly of eye movements. "I did thanks mom," said Charlie, still scooping his cereal oblivious to the adult game of silent communication going on around him. "Oh good. What about you Craig?" she said, looking at me. "Very well thank you," I said. Then before I could stop myself I added "How about you?" Vicky tried to suppress yet another laugh and Liz kicked me hard under the table. Liz's mom looked embarrassed and floundered around with her reply. "Yes I... er, not bad... I mean it took me a while to get to sleep I think. It was quite noisy outside." I couldn't help but look at Vicky, who had her hands over her mouth, was visibly shaking and literally had tears of laughter in her eyes. I thought back to how noisy Liz had been the previous night. Not just the screams and moans but the filth that had been coming out of her mouth at various points. I winced when I remembered "split me in two" and "yes baby fuck me hard". How were we ever going to live this down? We had given the entire family an explicit aural porn show! "Well, I need to get to work," said Harvey, standing up and walking quickly out of the dining room. The relief around the table was tangible as this was the sign that everybody else could leave too if they wanted. Vicky winked at Liz as she left the room and then scampered down the corridor. Liz scowled back and ran after her, presumably to reprimand her for all the laughing. Charlie ran off back to his room while Mrs Delaney cleared away the dishes. I left too, leaving only Anne sitting there slowly finishing a piece of toast, seemingly deep in thought. I went back to our room and got ready for work in double-quick time. I had never been so relieved to get out of the house. The next few breakfasts were going to be torturous. _______ In the end they weren't too bad. Liz and I tried to stay out of everybody's way that night and by the following morning things were mostly back to normal. I wasn't sure if there had actually been a family discussion or if it was by some unspoken agreement, but Liz's parents never mentioned the incident to me again and clearly did their best to make sure the breakfast from hell didn't last longer than its one allotted day. Even Vicky seemed to be on her best behavior, although I got the feeling that in months to come, we would hear a lot more jokes about our noisy sexcapade from Liz's mischievous older sister. It was only Anne who still troubled me. For the first few months I lived in the house she was horrible to me, trying her best to make my life miserable and turn everyone else against me. Then we had the episode where she caught me watching her masturbate, which I feared would make our relationship deteriorate even further, adding embarrassment to our mutual loathing, but actually it became a lot better. I wouldn't say she became friendly towards me as such, but she was at least civil and we could occasionally have sensible adult conversations. It was almost like the illicit secret we shared brought us closer together. I suspected it was not out of any new-found respect or affection, but more out of our mutual fear of the other telling somebody. In the days following that breakfast, our relationship regressed once more. Anne started acting strangely again, going out of her way not to catch my eye, but then I would catch her staring at me when she thought I wasn't looking. Usually she acted ballsy, arrogant, vain and generally like a spoiled brat, but now she was reserved and... sad somehow. The weekend came and Liz and I spent most of it mountain biking together, making the most of the weather while it lasted. Summer was behind us now and the autumn cooler temperatures were drawing in, leading to shorter days and longer evenings. I didn't see much of Anne, she spent most of the time in her room. On Sunday night I tried to persuade Liz to give me another peep show, but she was still so embarrassed about the last time that she seemed horrified at the idea. I had to settle for regular sex instead, with Liz constantly telling me to keep my voice down every time I let out as much as a moan. Liz was usually very loud in bed and it spoiled it somewhat not to be getting my usual aural feedback. I hoped it would only be a temporary phobia. Then the following morning something very surprising happened. We had breakfast as a family, as usual, and I got ready to go to work. I grabbed my jacket and put it on as I went out of the front door. As I walked down the street, I put my hands in my pockets and felt something. I pulled it out and found it to be a neatly folded piece of paper. I didn't recognize it and I wasn't in the habit of carrying bits of paper in my pockets. It did look familiar though and as I gently unfolded the note I realized why it looked familiar. I had received a note very similar to this one before. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 03 Anne stood up, shot a scornful glance at me and stormed out of the room. A short time later I heard her bedroom door slam in the distance. I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes. I replayed the conversation in my head, thinking of all the things I should have said. In a way it was nice that we had finally had a real conversation and got some of this stuff out in the open. I probably should have been more sympathetic given how hard it must have been for her to tell me her most personal secrets. Why didn't I just tell her that I wouldn't take part in her sex games because I loved Liz and wanted to be faithful to her? It was the obvious answer! It wouldn't really be the complete truth, admittedly. I knew deep down that I probably would have gone to watch the show if I could know for sure I wouldn't get caught. But whatever flaws she may have, Anne loved her sister and she would probably understand and accept that reason better than all that nonsense about the rain. Maybe that was the problem. While part of me wanted this business with Anne to be over, there was another part of me that clearly didn't. Maybe subconsciously I used the weather as an excuse because I didn't want to close the door on the prospect of seeing Anne naked again. I had a feeling that part of me would get me into trouble one day. _______ It was no real surprise when a few days later I found another note in my pocket on my way to work. The actual content was a little more surprising. I was expecting just the usual "day, time, you know the place" format. This one started off familiarly enough, saying "Tomorrow. 3pm" but then there was what appeared to be a website address scrawled on it, followed by a password. I didn't recognize the address, but when I got to work I fired up my computer and tried it out. I was prompted for the password and I carefully copied out what was on the paper. I was taken to a new screen and the first thing I saw was a naked woman. Fortunately my PC faced the wall where nobody else in the office could see, but I quickly minimized the internet window anyway and checked to make sure nobody was within possible line of sight. Why was Anne sending me to porn websites? Was it supposed to be some kind of joke? I thanked my lucky stars that our web usage wasn't tracked. Once I was reassured that nobody could see my screen I pulled up the window again. I looked at the page properly this time and it seemed it wasn't a standard porn website. There were a couple of adverts down the side with pictures of naked women to grab your attention, but most of the main screen was a big picture of what appeared to be someone's bedroom, mainly focused on the bed. Below that was a chat room type thing where you could enter your nickname and presumably chat to other people on the site. There wasn't much else on the page other than a bunch of links and more adverts. I wasn't really sure what this webpage was or why Anne had sent me here. I searched the page for further clues and my eyes were drawn back to the picture. The bed looked familiar somehow. In fact, it looked a lot like... Anne's bed! I was used to seeing it from the opposite direction and to be honest I wasn't usually focusing on the pattern on her duvet, but the more I looked at it the more I was sure. I could see the bedside cabinet was just like Anne's and the curtains over the bed... yes, I could even make out the small gap in them. Why did this website have a photo of Anne's bed on it? In the bottom right of the photo there was a clock. I noticed it click from 8:57 over to 8:58. Then it struck me; this wasn't a photo, it was a video! Everything suddenly started to fall into place in my mind. It just looked like a picture because there was nobody in the room and nothing was moving. Anne must have set up a camera in her room. In fact, from the angle of the picture the camera must be on her computer, probably a standard webcam with the image zoomed in to focus the bed. This website must be some kind of sex site that allowed people to show pictures from their webcam to anybody who had the password. Clever Anne, very clever! I looked back at the password on the piece of paper; noraininside. I thought it was just a random string of letters, and I had mindlessly copied it out, but it was actually quite obvious now I looked at it a second time: no-rain-inside! It was a great setup really. I could watch Anne from my own bedroom, or any other computer, without having to worry about adverse weather conditions or being caught at Anne's window. We could even talk to each other via the chat interface. But then I realized that it also has its flaws. Tomorrow was Saturday and Liz and I didn't have any plans for the afternoon (I'm not sure if Anne knew this) so I should be available to watch the show at three o clock. But what if Liz was in our room at the time? Or even if she wasn't I would be constantly worrying that she could come in at any point, so I would hardly be able to really get my cock out and enjoy the show. And I still wasn't sure how to hide my history afterwards so Liz couldn't find out I had been to the website. I assumed she would be keeping her eye out for my internet history since she had found all the porn sites before. If she found this website, is there any way she would be able to crack the password? I spent a moment wishing I knew more about computers. I closed the website and had a think. What about my cell phone? The picture would be a bit small, but it would be better than nothing. I got out my phone and opened the web page, but it looked like it would be a non-starter. I could get past the password screen and the main page opened okay, but the video didn't work for some reason, it was just a blank square with an error symbol. This was turning out to be much harder than it should be, if only I had a laptop or something I could use. Maybe it would be worth investing in one. I tried to forget about Anne and the website and started to do some work instead. I worked in 'City Hall' which in a town this small wasn't nearly as impressive as it sounds. My office contained only half a dozen people. Usually Fridays were fairly quiet, but today would be busy as we had an important deadline coming up for a large (by our standards) redevelopment project. I enjoyed my job and was keen to impress my boss with my own contributions to this project, which involved designing 'green spaces' to go in a new retail area. I started my day's work by firing off some emails and calling a few contractors I was trying to coordinate. I was quite proud that I seemed to be the only person in the office on top of my workload. Some people were working extremely late into the evenings to try and meet their deadlines. Then it struck me; that was the solution! All I had to do was tell Liz I was swamped at work and I needed to come in to the office for a few hours tomorrow afternoon to catch up, then I could watch Anne's show from here. Of course it was far from an optimal solution. Occasionally people came into the office at weekends, so it's not like I would be completely alone. But hopefully anybody from my department would be gone by 3pm and I could lock the door to prevent random people from entering without warning, so the chance of getting caught (literally) with my pants down was minimal. Who knows, I may even get extra credit for working on a Saturday. Later that day I fired off an email to Liz telling her that I would need to work the following afternoon. Then I spoke to my boss, explaining my intentions to work at the weekend, and requested the spare key to the office. Everything was set! _______ I arrived at the office at around noon. Obviously I was several hours early, but I figured I might as well do some actual work while I was there. Besides, it would allow me to keep an eye on the comings and goings so I could get a taste for who was in the office and if I was likely to be interrupted. Before I did any work, I couldn't resist checking out Anne's webcam. The video was still running and Anne's room was still empty, although a few things had obviously moved around since the previous morning. I wondered if she had left the webcam running permanently. Did she enjoy the idea of being watched all the time, or only when she was masturbating? I minimized the window and tried to immerse myself in work for a while. I did manage to write a couple of reports, but my productivity was not all it could have been because I couldn't resist constantly checking the live cam to see if Anne came into her room. I realized that even if she did, I wouldn't actually see her unless she walked over towards the bed, but that didn't stop me checking anyway. About an hour later I was rewarded. I pulled up the window to find Anne in the room picking up a few items of clothing from her bed and putting them in her laundry basket. Then she got something out of the drawer of her bedside cabinet which I couldn't make out and then she was gone. It was hardly captivating viewing, but it made me nostalgic of the time I used to spend watching Anne doing mundane things when she didn't know she was being watched. The office was as empty as predicted. The only visitor I had while I was working was the site manager who noticed a light was on and came around to make sure everything was okay. I reassured him that it was all fine and that I would switch off the lights and lock the doors when I left. I hoped that would mean he wouldn't disturb me again. At a quarter to three I finished writing the last report. I checked the website again to see that Anne was lying on her bed in jeans and a sweater reading a magazine. I thought back to the first show she had put on for me and she seemed a lot more relaxed this time. I sat there gazing at the screen, just watching her for a few minutes, then I decided to make a few preparations. I retrieved some toilet paper from the bathroom in case I needed to do any 'cleaning up' later. Then, when I returned, I locked the door behind me and left the key in the lock, to make sure that even someone with a key wouldn't be able to come into the office unannounced. I pulled up the website again to see Anne was now sitting up on the bed and had stopped reading the magazine. I saw her glance at her watch then adjust her makeup using a hand mirror and lipstick that was next to the bed. Then she disappeared in the direction of the door and I could no longer see her. Had she left the room? Was she doing something on the computer? I suddenly remembered the chat window that was on the web page. Time to try it out I guess. I set my nickname as 'Craig', but then I thought some more and renamed myself to 'TheWatcher'. It just sounded cooler. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 04 (Reader Note -- This is the final chapter of the 'Gap in the Curtains' saga and it moves away from the exhibitionism/voyeur theme a little bit. Apologies if this is your thing, but it was necessary to wrap up the plot. Thank you for reading the story, I hope you enjoyed it. All feedback for this and other chapters is gratefully received.) _______ I opened my notepad and picked up a pen. I wasn't sure this was a great idea, but I didn't really have any better ones right now. And it's not like it could do any harm as such. I drew a rough vertical line down the middle of the page. Then in large capital letters at the top of the left-hand column I wrote "Liz", while at the top of the right-hand column, in equally large letters, I wrote "Anne". I stared at the piece of paper for a while and rhythmically tapped my pen on the table. I was all alone in the office; everyone else had gone home long ago. I should have left too, but right at this moment I felt more comfortable here. Obviously I would have to go home eventually, but I could put it off a little while longer. Maybe once I had finished making these lists... I decided I would start with Liz. It made sense for a number of reasons. She was on the left-hand side of the page, I met her before Anne and also she was my fiancée, which meant I was supposed to put her first. I sighed to myself. If only I had actually done that from the start then I probably wouldn't be in this situation. I started to think about Liz's good qualities, of which I had to admit there were plenty. After all, I had moved half way across the country and agreed to live with her parents; it would take a pretty special girl to make most men agree to that. I added 'Nice' as the first item on the list. It was a bit non-specific, but Liz was basically a nice person, and that wasn't something I could necessarily say about Anne. I also added 'Honest', which was something I always appreciated in Liz, maybe because I wasn't. The adjectives were starting to flow more freely now and I added 'Loyal', 'Dependable', 'Grounded' and 'Loving' to the list. I looked at the list of six adjectives critically. They were all true, but they made Liz sound extremely boring and she wasn't really like that. I tried to get away from the Dr Phil stuff and do an honest evaluation of what really made her special. For some reason my mind went back to that night a few weeks before in Dillon's. I guess that one night encapsulated a lot of what I loved about Liz... _______ Dillon's was a sports bar in town. On the Sunday in question Liz and I went there to watch the NFL playoffs and catch up with some of Liz's friends. In fact, I guess by this point you could say they were my friends as well. We originally intended it to be a fairly quiet afternoon, but we were drinking through both games and the Falcons won with a last minute field goal, so by the time the football was over, everybody was quite drunk and in very high spirits. Of course, it doesn't take a genius to work out what happened from there. Even though we all had work the next day, we were eight young drunk people in a bar and it became a proper night out! I can't really remember how it started, but we ended up playing drinking games, including one called 'I Have Never'. It's a fairly simple game that I had played before in various forms, and the rules we were playing on this particular night went something like this. The players took it in turns to be the Confessor. The Confessor would stand up and say "I have never..." followed by something they had never done. Anybody who had done that thing then had to drink. The Confessor could then nominate someone who drunk to tell the story about the time they did it. Then the next person would become Confessor and it would start all over again. There was no predefined 'aim' of the game, the idea was basically that everybody would get drunker and as they did so would bring more and more risqué topics into the game, exposing their friends' most embarrassing secrets. Of course, we were all pretty drunk to start with, so it didn't take long at all for the risqué topics to start creeping in. Catherine had started the game innocently enough with the unexciting revelation that she had never been to Europe, but it quickly descended into revelations about sex, drinking, petty criminal activity, sex, drugs, relationships and sex. I winced when Liz became the Confessor again. On the previous round she had intentionally stitched me up with "I have never been caught masturbating by my parents". She knew it had happened to me once when I was younger so, of course, I had to drink and then tell the story to the group. I plotted to get her back later on, forcing her to make some revelations of her own! "I have never..." said Liz, standing up. She paused, mulling it over for a few seconds. "I... have... never... given oral sex in a restroom." Everybody sat there looking it each other, but nobody drank. "Gross," said Catherine "Only hookers do that," said Malcolm. "Swing and a miss Delaney, Jonah you're next-" "Wait!" said Liz. "I know someone here is lying." Everybody looked at me. "Me? No, I've never done that, honestly." Everyone carried on looking at me. "I haven't!" I repeated indignantly, looking questioningly at Liz. "I wasn't talking about you sweetie," she reassured me. She looked over at her old school friend Melissa. "Tell them Mel." " I've never done it either." "Liar! Don't you remember at school? Cam Maitland?" Even in the low light of the bar we could all see Melissa turn a crimson shade. The rest of the table suddenly got interested as it became obvious that this accusation had teeth. "How did you know about that? She eventually said. The repeated chant of "Story! Story! Story!" suddenly started up around the table. "Okay fine. We were sort-of-dating at the time and I got him to do my history assignment with the promise that I would blow him if he got me an 'A'. And somehow he did! I have no idea how, the guy was as dumb as a bag of rocks, he never got an A-grade before in his life!" "I guess he just needed more motivation," said Malcolm laughing. "Well, it's a good story, but we all know there's a stiff penalty for telling lies in I Have Never." The penalty was a double shot of Jägermeister, which Malcolm went to the bar to get for the hapless Melissa. While he was gone, Melissa tried to justify the behavior of her adolescent self to her boyfriend Jonah, who apparently didn't know the story either. Melissa and Jonah had only been dating about six weeks, and he was probably wondering how much else she hadn't told him yet. "I didn't even know Liz knew about it!" Melissa pleaded. "Everybody at school knew about it!" said Liz, still laughing. "James and Brad went into the restroom and they saw your shoes sticking out underneath the door!" Everybody burst out laughing at this further detail. Moments later, Malcolm returned with the shots, which Melissa dutifully drank. Everybody was suddenly very interested in the game, wondering what secrets they could prise out of their friends and partners and scared of what they might be forced to admit themselves. "Okay, I believe it was... Jonah's turn," said Malcolm. Jonah stood up and thought for a moment before announcing his confession. "Okay, I'm new to this group, so let's find out what kind of sluts you all are." He paused for effect and a couple of people gave encouraging cheers. "I have never... done anal." Everybody immediately looked around at each other. Jonah had worded the confession in such a way that it applied to both the guys and the girls in the group. Nobody looked like making any admissions, but eventually Malcolm glanced over at his girlfriend Sarah, who gave him a resigned shrug and they both drank. A universal cheer went up around the table. Jonah offered up a high five to Malcolm, who sheepishly returned it. "I suppose it doesn't matter who I ask for the story, since I'm guessing it's the same story," said Jonah. "But I want to hear it from... Sarah's point of view". "Not much to tell really," said Sarah, taking her turn to blush. "Malcolm really wanted to and eventually I gave in and we... did it." "What was it like?" said Catherine, a little bit too enthusiastically. "Painful," said Sarah, "really fucking painful." Everyone looked at her, hoping for more detail. "But I admit it was kind of nice once we got past the initial pain." "So nobody else has got their brown wings?" said Malcolm, trying to rescue his girlfriend from the spotlight. "What about you Liz?" said Melissa, seeking revenge from the previous turn. "No, if I had then I would have drunk, as per the rules of the game," Liz replied, taunting her friend about her previous indiscretion. "Why not?" continued Melissa. "Too scared? Are you waiting for your wedding night? Or has Craig just not bought you a nice enough piece of jewelry yet?" "I don't have to answer that, it's not part of the game," said Liz, still smiling. "Don't worry Craig, she'll cave in eventually," said Malcolm. "Curiosity is bound to get the better of her." "If you must know, I've never been asked," said Liz, staring straight back at Malcolm with a smirk. It was true, I hadn't ever asked Liz. I had asked a girl once when I was younger, but she squealed in pain and made me stop before I even got the tip in. I started to think about what it would be like to do it with Liz. She had a really cute little butt and she was only a small girl so her asshole would probably be pretty tight... I was drawn away from my inner thoughts by the realization that I was now the focus of attention for the table. "You never asked her?" said Malcolm "No," I admitted, "it never came up." There was a burst of laughter from the table and I realized what I had said. "I mean it never came up in conversation not.... screw it, you all know what I meant!" "So Liz, would you let Craig stick it up there if he asked you nicely?" said Melissa. "Don't answer that!" I said, trying to reign in the conversation. "I have no intention of answering it. Well, not in front of everybody else anyway," she said, and winked at me. "Now, who's the next confessor?" Reluctantly the others finished interrogating Liz and continued with the game. We managed a few more circuits of the table, but no more major revelations were forthcoming and interest in the game slowly waned and we moved onto a different game. I tried to forget about it, but I kept thinking about the anal sex conversation. Was Liz interested in trying it or was she just looking for a face-saving way out of the conversation? It was weird, since my previous failure I had never really been too bothered about trying anal again, but for some reason I couldn't shake the mental image of Liz on all fours with her pert little butt in the air presenting her tight brown hole. It was probably the alcohol, I always got horny when I was drunk. I saw Liz on her own at the bar, so I decided to go and talk to her about it. The alcohol inside me dampened the inhibitions I might usually have had about broaching such a sensitive subject. She looked up and smiled as she saw me approach. "Hi babe," she said. "Don't worry I've ordered the drinks. You can give me a hand back with them if you like." "Sure," I said, kissing her on the lips. We stood there for a while, waiting for the barman to process the large drinks order. "So, I've been thinking about that conversation earlier," I said, eventually, after working up the courage. "Which one?" said Liz. "You know, while we were playing I Have Never. You said you had never tried it and... I don't know, it seemed like maybe you might be interested." "Which one? Giving head in a restroom? Taking cocaine? Having a threesome?" asked Liz, recalling some of the things she had claimed never to have done during the game. "No... the other one," I attempted to clarify. At that point our conversation was prematurely terminated by the barman, who had finished serving our drinks and was now collecting payment from Liz. Before I could continue my enquiry, Liz left the bar, carrying several of the drinks back to our table. I followed with the remainder and I was about to sit down again when Liz grabbed my arm and pulled me to one side. "I've been thinking about it too," she confessed. "Do you think you'd like to try it?" "Yes I think I would. Ever since we were all talking about it, I've been thinking about doing it with you and it has got me really turned on." "Me too! I know Sarah says it hurts, but I'd really like to try it, just once, to see what it was like." "Great! Wait... just to make sure we're on the same page here, I'm talking about..." "Taking me up the ass?" finished Liz, bluntly. "Yes I'm talking about that too. If you like, we could go home now and... you know, do some experimenting?" I could barely finish my drink fast enough. Liz sounded like she was into the idea, but I knew that women change their mind on a whim so I tried not to build my hopes up too much. We said goodbye to the others, telling them we had to get some sleep so we could get up for work in the morning. I hailed a cab as soon as we were outside. We cuddled up, and started making out in the back of the cab like a couple of schoolchildren. "Can you stop here for a second?" Liz suddenly shouted out to the driver. I was about to ask Liz why she had stopped the cab, as we were only about half way home, but before I could she jumped out and ran across the road. I shared an uncomfortable silence with the driver for a few minutes while we waited for Liz to come back. She eventually returned carrying a paper bag and the cab resumed its journey. I gave Liz an enquiring look. "Twenty-four-hour pharmacy," she replied to the unspoken question. Being drunk and a little bit slow on the uptake I didn't show any signs of comprehension, so she opened the paper bag and showed me a tube of KY Jelly. Suddenly it all seemed quite real. Until then it had been a sort of drunken idea that I wasn't sure Liz would actually go through with, but now it looked like she was taking it seriously. Were we were actually going to do this? I could feel my dick stirring in my pants already in anticipation. The cab eventually arrived back at the house. I quickly paid the driver and we half walked, half ran inside, drunkenly whispering and giggling to each other. It was late and everything was quiet inside, the rest of the family were all in bed. We wasted no time in heading straight for our bedroom. Once inside, Liz threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her, tongue-kissing me deeply. I put my arms around her waist, feeling her slender curves as we kissed. Then I moved one hand down onto her ass; an area that I hoped to know much more intimately in the near future. Eventually Liz broke off the kiss. She ran her hands down my body, stopping at my belt, which she unbuckled quickly. Dropping to her knees in front of me, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, before reaching inside my boxers and pulling out my cock. My seven inch member was already hard in anticipation of what was to come. Liz grabbed it by the base, slowly stroking it back and forth while she planted gentle kisses on the tip. With her other hand she cupped my balls and squeezed them very gently while rolling them around in her hand. I could see and feel my cock getting even harder, responding to the attention of Liz's hands and mouth. Slowly she took the tip into her mouth, sucking gently and flicking her tongue repeatedly over my cockhead, which felt delightful. I put my hands on the back of her head, running my fingers through her long brown hair, which encouraged her to take more of my member into her mouth. Three inches and then four, slowly bobbing her head backwards and forwards as she continued to caress my balls. After a couple of minutes of exquisite cock sucking, she finally allowed my glistening cock head to fall from her mouth. She grabbed my shaft again with her hand and stroked it fully along the length several times. "Shall we do this then?" Liz said, softly, looking up at me with dark brown eyes. "Yes, let's do it!" I replied, stroking her hair. "Okay," said Liz, getting to her feet. She gave me a kiss on the lips. "Make yourself comfortable, I won't be long." Liz stepped out of the bedroom and a few seconds later I heard her close the bathroom door behind her. After a while I heard the shower turn on briefly. I didn't give too much thought to what she might be doing in there; I just took off the remainder of my clothes and lay on the bed, waiting for her to return. For the first time I started to think about the actual mechanics of anal sex. I didn't really know much about it beyond what I had seen in porn films, which I figured probably weren't realistic. Eventually Liz returned from the bathroom interrupting my thoughts. She was wearing only a large towel wrapped around her body and carried her clothes in a bundle. She smiled when she saw me lying on the bed, my erection pointing at the sky. "Good to see you're all ready," she said, throwing her clothes onto the floor. I simply nodded and Liz dropped the towel revealing her naked body to me. I had seen it plenty of times, of course, but she had a great little compact body and I never grew tired of it. She crawled onto the bed on all fours. "Okay, I'm ready too," she said, slightly nervously. I manoeuvred my way behind her. As I did so, Liz dropped her chest towards the bed, pushing her ass further in the air. I reached out and touched her butt cheek. Her ass was pert and firm, but the skin itself was soft. I gently caressed it with my entire hand as I psyched myself up for my first anal experience. I could see Liz's virgin brown hole pointing at me, ready to receive its first intruder. It wasn't a part of her anatomy I had ever given much attention before; I had always been far more interested in the apartment next door, so to speak. I reached down and tentatively touched the puckered entrance with my finger and I felt Liz flinch, but then relax. "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous," she said, apologetically. I shuffled into position behind my fiancée. Her pussy lips hung partly open and her lady parts offered a tempting target, but tonight my cock had a different destination in mind. I aimed my member at her brown hole, resting it on the entrance. "Wait!" said Liz, as I was about to push forward and attempt to penetrate her. "Remember the lube." "Damn, sorry!" I jumped from the bed to retrieve the KY Jelly from the bag that Liz had left on her desk. As I walked back towards the bed I fumbled to unscrew the top, eventually managing to get it open and squeeze some of the gel onto my hand. I rubbed it liberally over my cock, enjoying the cool sensation and the unique feel of my lubricated hand running over my truncheon. I now understood why some guys used this stuff to jerk off. "Everything okay back there?" said Liz, looking back over her shoulder. "Yes, nearly done," I said, enjoying a few more lubricated strokes before getting back into position. I returned my member to the entrance of Liz's ass. I pushed forward gently, anticipating my cock sliding into her tight asshole. But her sphincter didn't give way, instead my cock slipped away from her ass crack. I repositioned it at her brown starfish and pushed a little harder this time, but again I couldn't penetrate her. Liz was too slight of build and her body offered no leverage. Pushing harder just seemed to push her ass away from me. She giggled at our beginner woes and I laughed along with her, trying to ease the tension. I grabbed hold of her hips with both hands, holding her firmly in place. Then I pushed forward again, this time simultaneously pulling her ass back onto my cock. This time I felt my cock penetrate her entrance, but as soon as it did Liz gave out a loud yelp and pulled away. The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 04 "Are you okay?" I said. "Sorry, I'm just not used to having anything up there. Your cock is too big, it hurts too much." "Oh," I said, thoroughly disappointed. "So do you want to just... give up?" "Well no, but... look why don't you start with a finger or something?" "Okay, let's give that a try!" I said, with a renewed enthusiasm. Liz returned to her position on all fours, while I grabbed the KY Jelly and spread some over my index finger. I gingerly touched her asshole, smearing a bit of the lube around the entrance. This was probably my last chance to get this right and I didn't want to hurt her again. I gently pushed my finger into her ass. As my finger tip penetrated her, she flinched slightly, so I stopped and allowed her to get comfortable. I then pushed the finger further in, up to the first knuckle and then the second. It was an interesting sensation. Her ass was tight, yet sort of velvety and the lubricant allowed my finger to slide in quite easily. Liz gave another gasp, but this time it was different. It seemed more like a moan of pleasure than of pain. I pushed my finger all the way in as far as I could and Liz gave out another sharp intake of breath. "How is that?" I asked. "Okay," she said. "It feels quite good actually. Try moving it around a bit." I wasn't sure what she meant by move it around, but I started to move my finger in and out of her ass, like it was a little tiny penis fucking her. Then I tried a few different movements, twisting and slightly bending my finger. Liz gave little encouraging moans as I did do and after a while she brought one hand up to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. Meanwhile I could feel her asshole slowly expanding as it got used to its visitor. "Shall I try two fingers?" Liz just nodded and continued to rub herself. I withdrew my finger completely from her ass and re-lubricated it along with my middle finger. Then I held the two fingers tightly together and tried pushing them into Liz's ass. Two fingers are a lot bigger than one and they wouldn't go in right away. But after a bit of work the fingertips went in and then slowly but surely I felt her anal passage expand to accommodate them both together. I watched them slide slowly into her ass with fascination. Five minutes ago there hadn't even been an opening there, but now it had expanded to the width of two complete fingers. "Aaaaaargh!" said Liz. In my enthusiasm I must have pushed a bit too hard, and my fingers had suddenly slipped completely into her ass. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" "No it's fine, just... actually it's... ooh yes like that!" said Liz as I started to move my fingers inside her rectum. She rubbed her pussy with renewed vigor as I started to pump my two fingers in and out of her ass. Slowly at first, but then increasing my speed as she responded more and more positively. Her sphincter started to periodically contract around my fingers and I wondered if she was going to come. "Okay, I think I might be ready now," said Liz. "Try with your cock again." My cock was still erect and had been patiently waiting for its turn. There was still plenty of lube on it and also in and around her ass, but I put a bit more on just to make sure. I aimed my member at her rear entrance once more, pushing it against her open sphincter. The difference between this time and the last was like night and day. The head of my cock slipped easily inside her back passage with comparatively little effort. "Stop a second," said Liz, clearly still in a bit of pain. She took a few deep breaths and composed herself. "Okay, try pushing it in a bit further, but slowly!" I took hold of her hips and pushed forward firmly one final time. At last I felt the sweet feeling of my cock sliding into her asshole. Two, three and then four inches disappeared into her back passage. Liz gave out a cry that seemed to contain elements of both pain and pleasure. I held still, waiting for her to give me further indication as I didn't want to hurt her too much. The feeling of her ass contracting around my cock was incredible. It was a totally different sensation from regular sex, tighter than I dared hope. "Are you okay babe?" I asked "Yes I'm fine, just... fuck me... slowly, fuck me slowly!" Liz was panting heavily and trying to speak in between breaths. I tried to do as she asked, moving my cock in and out of her ass slowly and deliberately. I pushed in a little bit further every time and Liz gave out a little gasps as I explored new areas of her anus. It took a while, but after about five minutes of exquisite slow ass-fucking I must have had nearly six inches of my cock inside her. Liz was still rubbing her clit, but she was struggling to brace herself with just one arm. She was obviously getting some pleasure from the experience, but also some pain as well. Suddenly I had an idea. "Would you like to change positions?" I enquired. "I think if you were on your back it might be easier." Liz didn't reply, but she rolled over onto her back obediently. I grabbed a pillow and pushed it underneath her lower back, raising her pelvis into the air. Then I gently opened her legs and prepared to get back to work. But before I did, I took a minute to admire the view. Her anus was still slightly open, having not yet returned to normal size after the ravishing it had been receiving. Her pussy was extremely wet, betraying how turned on Liz was becoming. "My vibrator... in the bottom draw at the back," she said. I rummaged around her bedside drawer and retrieved her purple egg vibrator. I knew she had it; I used to watch her use it over the internet when we first started our long-distance relationship, but I hadn't seen it since I moved in. I liked to think she didn't have a need for it anymore, but obviously she hadn't thrown it away, so maybe she still enjoyed flying solo every now and then. Liz switched on the vibrator and the egg started buzzing loudly. She turned a knob on the small remote control, connected by a wire, and the buzzing slowed to a gentle hum. She pushed the egg down into her pussy and started rubbing her clit again. "Now... fuck my ass some more," she ordered. I didn't need telling twice. I squeezed a little bit more KY Jelly onto her asshole and watched some of it dribble down inside her back passage. I then lined my cock up with her brown hole again and slipped it in. It took barely any effort at all this time, and I immediately started pumping back and forth. Liz no longer seemed to be in any pain and she was frantically stroking her clit and moving the vibrator around in her pussy. To my delight I found I could actually feel the vibration on my cock through her vaginal wall. "That feels amazing!" I admitted. "Oh yes babe for me too," she said. "I'm not going to last much longer," I admitted, as the vibration and the tightness of Liz's ass around my cock took me towards orgasm. "Wait for me, I'm nearly there," replied Liz, moving her hand faster over her clit. I fucked her ass over and over, Liz no longer seemed to care if I took it slow or not. Then I decided to go for broke. I slipped my cock almost completely out of her ass and then pushed it back in hard, burying it completely up to the hilt in her tight butt. Liz let out a loud moan as she felt my full seven inches inside of her. "Oh yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass..." she gasped. I thrust deeply in and out of her ass several times, admiring the unforgettable sight of my cock buried deep inside her nether regions, adjacent to her soaking wet pussy devouring the purple vibrator and her hand flying back and forth across her clitoris. I knew I wasn't going to last long. "Oh yes, this is it! I'm coming!" shouted Liz. I wasn't prepared for what I felt next. The vibrating sensation of the egg was suddenly overshadowed by the feeling of Liz's ass tightening around my cock even more. This pushed me over the edge and I felt my orgasm hit me with the force of an oncoming train. I shot my load deep inside Liz's ass as we both came together. I gave a few more strokes, then allowed my cock to fall out of her ass. Liz just lay there on the bed, panting. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and threw it to one side. I watched her asshole, still wide open but slowly closing up to its usual size. I collapsed on top of Liz and we both started laughing. "So how does it feel to get your brown wings?" said Liz "Magical," I replied. "How was it for you?" "Painful at first, but eventually it felt really good." I climbed off my fiancée and threw on a dressing gown. I had to go to the bathroom to wash my junk. It wasn't visibly dirty, but given where it had been I thought it was the hygienic thing to do. "Hey babe, when you come back I have another hole that needs filling," said Liz as I made to leave the room." I wasn't sure if she was serious. I hoped not, as I was tired and it would take a while before my cock was ready for another tour of duty. But Liz was always very persuasive when she was horny. I gave my dick a good soapy clean and then returned to the bedroom hoping she would let me off lightly. I needn't have worried. By the time I got back she was already asleep. _______ I smiled as I recalled the events of that evening, then added 'Attractive', 'Fun', 'Good Sense of Humor' and 'Great in Bed' to my list. It's a shame we didn't have more nights like that. When she let her hair down and was in the mood, Liz was the perfect girlfriend. Unfortunately these days our lives were quite routine most of the time. We would get up, go to work, have dinner, watch TV and then, if we both felt like it, we would have fairly vanilla sex before going to sleep. At the weekend we would usually go out somewhere, but we didn't have as many wild nights out any more, that night at Dillon's had been the only one in weeks. We hadn't tried anal again since then. I suggested it a couple of times, but Liz said she wasn't in the mood. If you include the time when we were 'internet dating', we had been going out for nearly eighteen months now and I had never had a relationship that lasted this long before. Maybe this is how all couples ended up eventually. That was partly reassuring and partly terrifying. I couldn't think of anything else to put in Liz's column, but I had ten entries now, which was a nice round number. I could always come back if I thought of any additions, but in the meantime I turned my attention to the other side of the page. What were Anne's defining good qualities? Well there was one very obvious one that I might as well get out of the way. I wrote 'Attractive' as the top item in the right-hand column. I started thinking about Anne's model-like looks. Her long silky blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and perfect figure, not overweight but not too skinny either. And her breasts were like... well, like two large firm fruits plucked from the tree of the gods. I crossed out Attractive and wrote "Hot" in its place. But even that didn't seem to do Liz's younger sister justice, so I crossed it out again and wrote "Incredibly Hot". Okay, so what else could I add to the list? I went back to tapping my pen on the desk as I tried to think. It was a lot more difficult with Anne; I couldn't really pin down the things that attracted me to her other than her superficial beauty. Surely I couldn't be that shallow. I looked back at Liz's list for possible inspiration. Nice? No, that didn't really fly; Anne could be bitchy, narcissistic, rude, lazy and unapproachable. Honest? Not really, only when it suited her. Loyal? I wasn't really sure. Dependable? Grounded? No and no. Fun? I hadn't spent much time with Anne in social settings, but from what I had seen, she wasn't really the life and soul of the party. Great in bed? Well I didn't know yet. Didn't know yet? It was little mental slips like that which annoyed me. How had I allowed my situation with Anne to get so complicated? It had started off with me spying on her through a gap in her bedroom curtains. Sure it was a bit creepy, but it was a huge thrill and as far as I was concerned a victimless crime as long as I didn't get caught. But then I did get caught but it turned out Anne had a fetish for being watched and she wanted me to carry on watching her. So I did and we were both happy with the arrangement and Liz was in blissful ignorance of what was going on. And then on Christmas Eve I had taken things a little too far and had ended up in Anne's bedroom while she was fapping. And... well, we both got caught up in the moment and she ended up jerking me off, firing my payload all over her beautiful tits. That was about six weeks ago now. Since then I had tried to stay away from Anne as much as possible, but she didn't make it easy. She started being nice to me. Anne had never actually been nice to me since I moved in. Even during the time we had our 'arrangement', she kept a cool aloof distance from me when we met in the real world. But now suddenly it was like she wanted to be my best friend. She would smile at me, laugh at my jokes and do favors for me. She even started hanging out with Liz and I and inviting us to places, which she had never done before. All the time she kept leaving me notes, inviting me to watch her 'perform' again. Of course it was tempting, but I stubbornly refused every single one. I knew if I was ever in that situation again with Anne then... things could happen, things that couldn't be undone. And then just when it felt I was in control of the situation, there was... that night. _______ It was a Saturday; two weekends after the night at Dillon's. Liz and I went out for dinner and then came home to watch a movie. Anne and Vicky, Liz's older sister, were both out with their respective sets of friends so once her parents and brother went to bed we had the house to ourselves. By the time the movie finished and we retired to our bedroom it was gone midnight. Liz completed her overly-long bathroom ritual, while I wondered if I would get lucky tonight. In the end we were both too tried, so we just fell asleep in each other's arms. It seemed like only a few minutes later, but in reality I think it was more like half an hour, when Liz's phone rang. We both sat up groggily in bed, and Liz groped around on her nightstand trying to find her phone. Eventually she managed to grab hold of it and answer just before it went to answer phone. I could only hear Liz's side of the conversation and in my sleepy state I tried to piece together what was going on. "Hello" ... "Oh hey. Do you have any idea what time it is?" ... "What are you doing over that way?" ... "But can't you just get a cab instead?" ... "Okay, I guess I could come over." ... "Can you text it to me?" ... "Okay, see you in a bit" Liz put the phone down, gave a deep sigh and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "What was that about?" I enquired. "It's Anne. Apparently she it at some house party on the other side of town and needs a lift home." "What? How did she get there?" "She went with some friends of friends or something, but they've all left and now she's stuck at the party with a bunch of creepy guys, or so she says, and she doesn't have enough money to get a cab." "And you said you'd pick her up?" "Well I don't have much choice do I? I can't just leave her there," said Liz. "I suppose not, but let me go instead. I don't like the sound of this weird party on the wrong side of town and I don't want you going there at this time of night." Liz looked visibly relieved once I said that. She gave me the address and approximate directions how to get there. "Okay, I should be able to find it. I'll be about half an hour I suppose." "I'll keep the bed warm for you," said Liz. "And thanks, I owe you one!" I reluctantly threw on a few clothes and stepped out into the cold winter air. I really didn't want to be doing this, I was sleepy and cold and I wasn't comfortable with the idea of being in the car on my own with Anne who would probably be drunk. I drove over to the address that Anne had supplied. I tried to make out the numbers on the houses from the road, but it wasn't really necessary as I could hear the party from a hundred yards away. As I got closer to the source of the noise I saw a bunch of guys and a few girls in the street. Most were drinking from bottles and cans and were talking in loud voices to each other. I was glad I didn't live in this street; the neighbors wouldn't get much sleep tonight. I couldn't see Anne anywhere. I waited for a few minutes but she failed to materialize. Annoyingly I had forgotten my cell phone and didn't have her number anyway, so I realized there was nothing else for it; I would have to infiltrate the party to find her. I silently cursed Anne under my breath for getting me out of bed and making me come all this way to find her. I got out of the car and wandered over towards the house. A few of the guys in the street looked at me as I did so, in what I assume they thought was a tough and menacing way. I wasn't really scared of them; I knew how to handle myself and they were just kids, maybe eighteen or nineteen. I remembered back when I was that age and going to crazy house parties trying to be cool. They were probably just playing at being grownups while their parents were away. Nobody challenged me as I walked into the house. The inside was dirty and smoky and smelled vaguely of marijuana. There were bottles, cans and chips all over the floor and a pool of vomit lay stagnant in the hallway. It looked like it had been a good party by teenage standards. I followed the voices and eventually found what appeared to be the main party room. There was music playing and about twenty people there, chatting, drinking, dancing and combinations of the above. A couple of them glanced over at me as I came in, but nobody paid me too much attention. I guessed it was one of those parties where nobody, even the person whose house it was, really knew everybody there. Finally I spotted Anne sitting on a sofa in the far corner of the room. She had a guy draped over her. He looked about the same age as her, maybe twenty or twenty one, with short, black curly hair and stubble and a cigarette in one hand. My knowledge of such things was limited, but he was probably what passed as fairly attractive for a guy that age. Was this Anne's conquest for the evening? I hoped she wasn't expecting me to give him a lift back to our house too. I really didn't want to spend the whole journey watching those two making out in my rear view mirror then have to explain to Liz why I brought a strange guy back to the house. As I got closer, my perception of the scene changed. The guy had one hand on her naked thigh and was using the other one to stroke her hair. Anne clearly looked uncomfortable, bordering on scared and she flinched at his touch. "No, I told you, my sister will be here any minute!" I heard her say. "Sister huh? Is she as pretty as you?" the guy replied. "Leave her out of this, she's probably waiting outside, I've got to go," said Anne. She tried to stand up, but the guy grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down onto the sofa. I knew that was my cue to intervene. "She said she has to leave," I said in as authoritative a voice as I could manage." They both looked up and he released his grip for a moment. "Craig!" squealed Anne, jumping up from the sofa. But her would-be suitor wasn't giving up that easily. He stood up just as quickly as put his hand on her arm in a rough way I didn't like. I suddenly felt very protective towards Anne, and I needed to get her away from here. "Who's this guy?" he said. "Is he your boyfriend?" "No, he's my sister's-" The Gap in the Curtains Ch. 04 "Well if he's not your boyfriend I don't really care who he is," he interrupted, and then turned to me. "She won't be leaving for a while, so either come back later, or grab a beer or wait outside or something." "I've got a better plan," I said. "First you're going to take your hand off her arm, then we're both going to leave and you can find some other girl to sleaze on." I looked at his hand on her arm, silently praying that he would do the right thing and let her go. "Who the fuck do you think you are, punk?" he said menacingly, releasing Anne and squaring up to me. I tried not to laugh. I don't think I had ever been called 'punk' before. I stared him square in the eye trying not to let my eyes waiver. I wasn't sure if I could take him in a fight, although he was slightly smaller than me and a few years younger, so I suspected I probably could. But even if I could take him one on one, I didn't know how many friends he had at this party. I had my back to the room so I couldn't see if anyone else had noticed what was going on, but I didn't want to look over my shoulder and show that I was worried. I just kept looking him square in the eye, hoping he wouldn't take this any further. "Fucking twat-faced arrogant prick," he said, aggressively, but his eyes dropped and I knew at that point he was going to back down. He stormed off giving me a face-saving shoulder bump on the way past, which I ignored. Anne exhaled deeply and threw her arms around my neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, hugging me close. I tentatively put my hand reassuringly on her back. "Come on, let's get you home," I said. Anne talked non-stop for the whole drive home. She seemed full of nervous energy and recounted the events of the last hour over and over again. From what I gathered, after she had phoned Liz, this guy had cornered her and tried to 'put the moves on'. When Anne initially turned him down, he tried to ply her with alcohol. When she refused that as well he dragged her over to the couch and started touching her and she couldn't get away. Every time she looped the story, she exaggerated the details a little bit more, making her danger sound greater and my rescue of her sound more and more heroic. I had no idea what the real story was, but by the time we got home, she was talking like she was on the verge of being raped, and I had boldly jumped into the fray, knocked out the rapist and valiantly fought off five of his friends as we tried to escape the party. I was completely sober and my memory of the part I witnessed was nothing like the story that Anne was now recounting, but I'll admit that part of me was quite enjoying the hero pedestal that Anne was putting me on. If she wanted to tell her version to Liz and Vicky and maybe even her parents then... well, I wasn't going to argue too much. It might make getting woken up at 1am and having to drive across town worthwhile. Eventually I pulled up in the drive and we both got out of the car. Anne scampered over and took hold of my hand as I unlocked the front door. "Do you fancy hanging out for a while? We could grab a couple of beers or something," said Anne. There was almost a look of pleading in her eyes. "That sounds... fun, but it's really late. I need to get back to bed and so do you probably," I replied, hoping I wasn't sounding too much like her dad. "It's just that..." Anne started a sentence and then tailed off. "What is it?" "I just don't want to be on my own at the moment that's all. I'm still really freaked out about what happened at the party." "But Liz will be-" "Asleep I would think," finished Anne. "Just come and sit and talk with me for a while. Forget the beer, we could just have a mug of chocolate or something, that always makes me tired." "Okay, I guess we could," I reluctantly agreed. Framed like that, it wasn't a proposition that I could really refuse. "I'll go and put the kettle on." "Great," said Anne, looking relieved. "Can you bring it to my room; I'm just going to get changed." She scurried off down the corridor. "Your room? I think the back room would be a better..." I started to call after her, but I heard her door close and Anne was gone. I went to the kitchen and made two mugs of hot chocolate, reflecting on the situation. My plan had been to stay away from Anne as much as possible and avoid any situations that might lead to undue temptation. I was pretty sure that going to her room at two in the morning when she was probably a little bit drunk and was still thinking of me as her knight in shining armor didn't really mesh with that plan. I would just have to make sure the conversation didn't drift into risqué territory, finish my chocolate and then leave as quickly as was politely possible. I knocked on Anne's door and she let me in. She hadn't got far with her plan of getting changed, all she had managed to do so far was remove her boots and she was in the process of taking off her jewelry. "Hi," she said, smiling at me Anne had a beautiful natural smile, it was just a shame she didn't use it more often. "Come in, take a seat." I looked around to find the only two chairs in the room covered in Anne's clothes. I was still holding two mugs of chocolate so I wasn't really in a position to move anything. "Um..." I said. "Oh yes sorry, my stuff is everywhere," said Anne, apologetically. "Just sit on the bed for now, you can put the mugs down on the table. I did as I was told. Anne came over and took a sip of chocolate and sat down on the bed next to me. I tried to think of a nice neutral topic to talk about. "So, how did you end up at this party?" I offered. "Oh it was a stupid idea, I should never have gone. I was round a friend's house and it was kind of boring and I was going to come home, but then her sister asked if I wanted to come to a party with her and her friends and I thought why not. But I didn't know that her sister's boyfriend would be there and so she went off with him and I was left with some guy and girl I didn't really know." Anne took another sip of chocolate. "And most of the other people at the party seemed like real freaks, so that's when I called Liz and then-" "Ah yes, I know the story from there," I said, not really wanting to give Anne another chance to exaggerate the rest of the story further. "I was really stupid," said Anne, uncharacteristically self-disparaging, "It was so lucky you were there to rescue me." "Well, we all do that kind of thing when we're young. I've been to a few shady parties in my time." We drank our drinks in silence for a few moments, then Anne suddenly stood up. "Is it okay if I get changed? I want to get into my bedclothes," she said. "Um... sure, I guess," I said, slightly nervously. I turned around on the bed so I was facing the other way and I heard Anne laugh. "You don't have to look away. I don't mind, you've seen me naked loads of times," she said, a little bit louder than I would have liked. "Yes, but that was... different," I said. "I'd rather look away if it's all the same to you." "Fine, suit yourself." I twisted around on the bed to face the window. I noticed the gap in the curtains was still there; even now Anne hadn't bothered to get it fixed. I wondered how different things would have been if the gap wasn't there, or if I had never decided to peek through that night. My life would certainly be a lot simpler. Maybe Anne would still hate me. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be standing six feet behind me right now in a state of undress. "Okay, I'm ready." I turned around, preparing myself to see Anne looking extremely sexy in a nightie or pajamas. But I wasn't prepared to see her completely naked. I stared at her and she just smiled. There was nothing there I hadn't seen before, of course, but Anne had a body that you could never get bored with. "Shit, I'm sorry I... you said you were dressed!" "I didn't say I was dressed, I said I was ready. The question is are you ready?" "Ready for what?" I asked, instantly regretting the question. Anne said nothing, but just walked over towards the bed, where I was sitting. She put her hands on my shoulders and knelt on the bed, straddling my lap. "I think it's time we got to know each other a bit better," she said, softly. I was frozen in place with Anne on top of me, her naked breasts right in front of my face and her naked pussy in my lap. I put my hand on her hip, feeling her soft, smooth skin. I had seen Anne naked plenty of times, but never touched her before. Her nipple was just a few inches in front of my mouth. It would be the easiest thing in the world to just take it in my mouth and suck. I could feel her pussy pressing against my cock through my pants and it started to harden in response. Anne was giving herself to me on a plate and if I took what was on offer there would be no going back. I knew I had to refuse, but it was the hardest thing in the world. "Don't fight it," she whispered in my ear. "We both want this." Anne took hold of the back of my head and gently leaned forward, pushing her nipple into my mouth. Involuntarily my mouth closed around it and gently suckled. Anne let out a little gasp and started to rock her pelvis back and forth on my cock. "That's it, make me yours," said Anne softly. It was exactly the wrong thing to say. I knew Anne could never be mine. Even if I broke up with Liz, it's not like I could just start dating her sister, that would be impossible. Hearing those words made me think of Liz lying in bed, just meters away in our own room. I had to draw the line here; this was my last chance to do the right thing. I snapped my head back away from Anne's breast. "No, this is wrong!" I said, pushing Anne off my lap. "I can't... we can't. Liz is your sister." "Forget about Liz, please, just for tonight," said Anne, trying to climb back on my lap. "Just one night and I promise..." "No!" I said, pushing her away more forcefully this time. "This can't happen." Anne just stood there in front of me with a hurt expression and then suddenly she burst into tears. I just sat there, not knowing what to do or say. I had never been very good at dealing with crying women. I didn't even know if they were genuine tears or some kind of emotional powerplay. I moved along the bed and motioned Anne to come and sit down next to me. I offered her a hankie from my pocket to wipe her eyes. "It's nothing personal," I said. "I really like you, but I can't do this, it's just not right." "What is it that Liz has that I don't?" said Anne, through her tears. "It's not about what you haven't got," I said, at that moment not really having a good answer to that question. "But she's your sister!" "I know she's my sister!" said Anne angrily. "Every morning I wake up and see my sister having everything that I don't. It's not that I want to hurt her, but I am a woman too, don't I deserve happiness just as much as she does?" "But why me? Why don't you just... get a boyfriend?" "Oh yes, because it's just that damn easy," said Anne, sarcastically, giving me a scornful look through her tears. "I know this is a small town, but I there must be some nice guys here," I countered. "It's not like you're unattractive, in fact you're one of the prettiest girls I've ever met. Guys must be queuing up to take you out." "It's just not as simple as that!" exclaimed Anne, ignoring the compliment and suddenly raising her voice. "I don't really have a good history with guys." I suddenly found myself staring into the abyss of Anne's private life. Not even Liz knew much about Anne's previous boyfriends, all she knew is that she dated a guy at school for a couple of years. And now, for some reason she was opening up to me. Maybe this was my one chance to find out what went on inside Anne's head. What things in her past defined who she was as a person? But I wasn't going to do it while she was sitting here naked. I retrieved the dressing gown from the hook behind the door and wrapped it around Anne's shoulders, covering her naked body as best I could. "Liz told me you had a boyfriend at school," I offered, encouraging her to open up further. "Oh did she? Do you spend a lot of time discussing my private life then?" "No, of course not, but I wanted to find out more about you and the rest of the family. You'll be my sister one day." "Okay, I'll tell you about Kevin if you really want to know. We were dating for about two years. I lost my virginity to him and we even got engaged, although we never told anybody. I loved him so much; I would have done anything for him. Then during our senior year my friend Amy got pregnant. She wouldn't tell anybody who the father was, but then one day we had a stupid fight and she blurted out that it was Kevin's. It turned out that they had been sleeping together for over a year behind my back." "That's terrible," I said. It was a lame response, but it was all I could think of to say. "You think?" said Anne, sarcastically. "Well let me tell you about college then." "What happened at college? You were only there for a year right?" "Right. After a couple of months when I met this guy, Mike. He was a junior, incredible looking and the coolest guy on campus. He was in a band and even played on the baseball team. He asked me out and I fell madly in love with him. We dated for about four months and it was the best time of my life. I got invited to all the best parties and everything. All the other girls were so jealous." "Did he cheat on you too?" "No... Well yes, technically... maybe. We were in the process of breaking up by then anyway, that wasn't such a big deal. But what he did after that was really bad." "What did he do?" "Well Mike was the first guy that I ever told about..." "What?" "You know, about my thing; my fantasy of being watched." "Oh right. And, what, did he tell people?" "No, worse! He kind of liked it; he said that he enjoyed watching me get myself off so for the first time I was actually able to live out my fantasy. Then during Christmas vacation I made a video of myself jilling off, and on Christmas Day I emailed it to him. Maybe it was dumb, but I was madly in love with him and he was so popular. I wanted to keep myself in his thoughts; I didn't want him finding another girl over Christmas while I wasn't around." "And what happened?" I asked, starting to sense where this was going. "Well we came back to college and everything was fine for a while. But then we had a stupid fight and he ended up dumping me for another girl. I was torn apart, I thought my life couldn't get any worse, but then it did. A few weeks after we split up, people all over campus, even people I didn't know, started pointing at me and laughing and whispering behind my back. It turned out he had put my video up on a website and practically the whole college had seen it!" "Oh my God, I can't imagine what that must have been like." Anne started sobbing again. I put my arm around her shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting way. "It was terrible," she went on, choking back the tears. "Everybody I knew had watched the video. Everywhere I went, every lecture, every party, even just going to get food and stuff I got catcalls and crude comments. I couldn't take it anymore and at the end of the year I quit. I told my parents I had failed my exams. The video is still out there on the internet if you know where to look." Anne started crying on my shoulder. I just let her cry, hoping she would get it out of her system. I guessed she had never told anybody this before and so in a way was reliving it for the first time. "I know this must be really hard," I attempted. "But if there are random guys out there watching a video of you on the internet then so what? They don't know you and you don't know them. The odds of anyone ever recognizing you are probably thousands to one." I wasn't sure if this was true, in fact I suspected it wasn't, but I felt Anne needed reassurance, not sound mathematics at this point. "I don't even care much about that part," said Anne. "If there is a stranger out there jerking off to my video, then good for them I guess, they're welcome to. But I just can't trust men any more. The only two I have ever loved both betrayed me. I've never been able to trust a guy properly since." "So... why do you trust me?" I instantly regretted the question as it could have been interpreted as a threat. Anne didn't reply for a moment, she took her head off my shoulder and wiped away her tears with my handkerchief. "I don't know," she said, eventually. "I guess because you never told Liz about me and the cucumber. And you haven't told anybody about my fetish. Maybe it's just because Liz trusts you and I know she is better at judging people than me. I can't explain it, I just feel safe with you." I said nothing, but smiled as I recalled Anne with the cucumber. She stole it from the fridge and I watched her through the gap in the curtains fucking herself with it. That was the day Anne had caught me looking and everything had snowballed from there. I became acutely aware that Anne was still naked next to me, save for the dressing gown wrapped around her shoulders. Looking down I could still see her pussy and I remembered how it looked with the cucumber pistoning in and out of it. Anne caught me looking and smiled. Without saying a word, she picked up my hand and placed it between her legs, opening them to give me access to her pussy. I instantly felt the warmth of her lady parts and a large part of me wanted to spread her lips and just bury my fingers in her womanhood. But with all my remaining willpower I pulled my hand away. "No, I can't, I'm... I'm sorry." I said, quickly standing up and rushing out of the room before I could change my mind. As I closed her door behind me I could just about hear Anne call after me. "Why are you fighting this Craig? You know it's what you want!" _______ I spent a while longer mulling over Anne's list. Even recalling arguably the most intimate times we had spent together hadn't really given me any ideas. In a fit of frustration, I ripped the page out of the notepad, screwed it up and threw it forcefully into the garbage can. This wasn't going to get me anywhere. Comparing Liz and Anne was a silly exercise. It was obvious that Liz was everything I could hope to get in a girl, while Anne had few qualities I would want in a long-term girlfriend, I didn't need a list to tell me that. And the whole question was moot anyway. What was I going to do, break off my engagement with Liz and tell her I was going to start seeing her sister, oh and by the way could I still stay in your family home as I have nowhere else to go? Then the reality struck me that I had been making the wrong comparison. The real decision I faced was not between the sisters themselves, but what they each represented. Liz represented stability, a future, a wedding, a mortgage, kids, college funds, a nice family home where I would take Craig junior to soccer practice while Liz baked brownies. Anne represented a more uncertain reality. Where I would live in a bachelor pad and go clubbing and get drunk and sleep with random women then spend all my money on an iPad or a sports car or on one really wild weekend in Vegas. The terrible thing was I didn't know which reality I wanted. Both were appealing and scary in equal measure. Everything had moved so quickly and until now I thought I wanted to get married and settle down, but did I really? That night, after bringing Anne home from the party, I had turned down sex with one of the most beautiful girls I had ever known, but because I felt I had to not because I wanted to. But that wasn't the night that made me have serious doubts. That happened just the day before, when Liz and I had our biggest fight to date.