Author's note: Loosely based on Pleasantview from the Sims. All characters over 18.
Angela was aghast. The sound of a man's grunts and a woman's breathy moans could be heard from the doorway, it seemed to echo throughout the house. Is this what her parents did when she and her sister Lily weren't home? She knew they weren't expecting her. She was home early because the yearbook club meeting had been cancelled. The biology classroom that served as the meeting room had been infested by ants from an experiment gone wrong.
"Tell me what you want." That was her father Daniel's voice, deep and powerful.
"I want your cock up my ass." That was not her mother's voice, a realization that simultaneously relieved and disturbed her. Come to think of it, there was no reason Mary Sue wouldn't be at work at 3 in the afternoon. It was her father who, as an assistant coach to the local minor league baseball team, was working unpredictable hours. The woman's voice was throatier, and tinged with a faint accent.
"Beg, you dirty little kitten." That was unmistakably her father.
"Please Mr. Pleasant, fuck me in the ass."
As quickly as she entered, Angela left her house, careful not to slam the door. She should have gone to the nearest cafe. Or hit up Tosha or Ivy to go to the mall. But instead, heart pounding in her ears, she crept along the exterior of her house into the backyard, to the window that faced the pool. The window out of her parents' bedroom.
The windows were big, almost floor length. Each evening, curtains were drawn over the window, but each morning, their maid Kaylynn had opened them, to let in sunlight.
When Angela got to the backyard, she got on all fours and started crawling, for fear that her father and whoever he was with would see her. The dirt dirtied her green summer dress. She'll deal with that later. When she got to the window, she carefully positioned herself so that she could see into the room, but whoever was in the room could barely see her. Angela gasped.
The maid Kaylynn was on her back lying across her parents' bed. She was naked but her long stockinged legs, which were currently in the air draped over the shoulders of a standing Daniel. Her face was contorted in what looked almost like pain, except she was also rubbing her clit and shouting, "Yes yes yes!"
Her father was fucking Kaylynn. Daniel's muscular arms made her seem tiny and fragile. His face was red, and sweat was dripping down his temple and beaded across his powerful pectorals.
Angela quickly ducked down. Kaylynn had been with Angela's family for three years, since Angela was fifteen and she was twenty-two. It had not escaped Angela's attention that she was as beautiful as any Eastern European supermodel that graced magazines like Vogue with her tall slim stature, her smoky dark hair and bright hazel eyes. But Angela hadn't known until today that her breasts are so full under her maid's outfit. She must have been what, a E-cup? Also, she had nipples the size of quarters. But even as Angela tried to no avail to get the vision of a naked Kaylynn and her father out of her mind, she could hear through the class a muffled, "You dirty, dirty girl."
"Oh yes, Mr. Pleasant. Fuck me harder--OHHHH!"
Unable to contain her curiosity, Angela looked up again. Her father had pulled out and was spraying thick ropes of cum on Kaylynn's face and chest. There was a pause where he and Kaylynn looked at each other intently, Kaylynn lying on the bed, Daniel standing, both breathing heavily. Then, Daniel cupped Kaylynn's face in his hands as gently as he would cradle a kitten, making Kaylynn stand up, and kissed her passionately. Far more passionately than the chaste kisses Angela had seen exchanged between her father and her mother.
"I think I just made some more cleaning chores for you, sweetheart," said her father.
Kaylynn laughed.
With that, Angela crawled back around the house, wincing in pain from twigs and pebbles digging into her knees. She grabbed her backpack and ran as fast as she could.
* * * * *
There weren't many streets separating the rich part of town and the Park part of town. Dustin walked through the fancier neighborhoods twice a day when he went to school. He was not far from home when he saw one of the Pleasant twins running down the street. At first, he thought it was Lily Pleasant, prone to wearing dark makeup and an overall grungy look ever since she started her genre ambiguous band, Lilith and the Dust Rabbits or something. But it was just an oddly disheveled Angela Pleasant.
She didn't recognize him until she was much closer when she came to a stop, panting heavily.
"Oh, hi," she said uncertainly.
Was that a leaf in her hair? Her light green eyes were red, like she was on the verge of crying. Her knees and elbows were dirty.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She reddened, her heart-shaped face matching her dark red hair. Unlike her sister, Angela never wore any makeup, but it just showed off her natural prettiness. Even though their high school was small and everyone knew everyone else in their year, Dustin and Angela only had two classes together, gym and history. She took all collegebound--oh excuse him, honors--classes, and he took all the slower classes for the trailer trash kids. Still, Dustin had a feeling Angela had a crush on him. She was always eyeing him in gym class, except when he looked back at her and she looked away.
He would have asked her out or something, just for the thrill of it, but of all the rich kids, Angela seemed to be particularly prim. Besides, her mother, who worked in city council, was always trying to get development to run out the Park folk. "Can I walk you home?" He said carefully, politely.
"No," she said quickly. Then, glancing at him through long lashes, she said, "But I'm down to hang out."
