Author's note: In this series the youngest son of the O'Connor clan will slowly take control of his family and his neighbor's family. Step by step, pussy by pussy, a voyeur becomes a master in the conquest of Elba Avenue.
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I have always been a voyeur, but despite my tireless efforts the thrill of watching is seldom paid off with the desired reward. That is until just recently, when years of practice and a touch of fate delivered the reward of a lifetime.
I had just moved back home with my parents after a failed pie in the sky business venture in another country. Another country, another time, another story. To summarize it in a nutshell, it was a miserable ending. Now I was back home, in a proverbial purgatory. I was stuck in a rut. I hadn't smiled in two months, but then on my way to take a piss an urge lead me to take a peak out the back window. Fate forever removed my frown.
The backyards were an oasis amidst a stinking sty. The family house was in a suburban downtown community that had been run down by crime and drugs and abandoned by most respectable families. My parents and the neighboring family had stuck it out, money was tight and they owned their homes. Looking out the back window, you'd only see green grass; two sparkling above ground pools, and a pair of patios, from the front window it was the Wild West, a ghetto.
It was one of the two sparkling pools that caught my eye, or more the figure floating across the water that did. I fingered the blinds open gently and peaked my eyes out. Her tits were perfect. Last I'd seen her she didn't even have tits. She was little Mollie Prichard. The neighbor's youngest daughter. By now she must have been 18-19 years old. In the ten years since I'd last seen her, she died her hair red, shed her tomboy husky figure, and grew the finest pair of tits I may have ever seen. The two round globes sat up perfect in her modest red bikini. She lay back on a pool float catching some rays. Sweat glistened off her golden skin. Her eyes hidden behind thick black sunglasses. Hair clinging to her shoulders and the curves of her breasts.
I lowered the blinds from half way up the window to the full way down. From my many juvenile years looking out at Mollie's older sister, I knew she couldn't see into my vantage point. With the glare of the sun and the blinds down, I had a bird's eye view of the young sexy treat lying almost nude less than 20 feet away. I had the house to myself that afternoon, so I quickly loosened my belt and began massaging my cock.
As the pool float slowly rotated, I was blessed with different angles of the young girl's body. Her tits were perfect. Regardless the angle they sat plump on her chest. Proud young tits. If I were closer I'd be able to make out her nipples hard from the cold water. Her abs were toned. Surely the result of a vigorous workout schedule. The Prichard family women were naturally bigger women. Not fat, but full. Mollie would be considered fat when she was younger, and you could only expect her to grow up on the hefty side, but as I rubbed my cock looking at her now, the only thing you could call fat on her were those tits.
She smiled and in an instant my cock lurched half hard. Mollie lifted her sunglasses and was blasted in the eye with a stream of water. I had been so transfixed by the gold skinned, red headed beauty in the water that I didn't notice anybody else. At the side of the pool, a younger guy held a super soaker and blasted Mollie in the face, knocking her off her raft. As she came up from under the water, she jumped and grabbed the guy, pulling him closer. Either her older brother was as infatuated with this little minx as I was, or little Mollie had a boyfriend. Safe to assume he was the boyfriend.
On the far side of the yard was the picnic table and patio. Sitting around it was Mollie's family and my neighbors the Prichard's. Our families had grown up next to each other since birth. My brother and sister and their brother's and sister's were almost family. We were close. Then we grew up and life happened as it does. We keep in touch, but I hadn't seen or heard from any of them in the entire time I had been gone. If I had known Mollie was a solid 10, I would at least have followed them on Facebook.
There was Ellen and Frank, matriarch and patriarch, oldest daughter Mandy (the object of most of my youths desire and target of every cum shot pre age 21), Mark, the middle child and my best friend early in life, and Mollie, the youngest. They were all sitting around the table laughing and picking at the scraps of their dinner.
My cock was rock hard as I now watched Mandy lean forward and her tank top fell low and her cleavage spilled out. Her tits were bigger than I remembered. The long crack between those tits looked like it went on forever. I had seen them. Back in the day I hacked into her computer and found a few tit shots she had saved in history. Whore was probably sending them to some lucky bastard. I printed a copy of each and no longer needed porn. They sagged a bit even for her young age then, I'd love to see how they handled themselves now. They looked heavy; I imaged them smothering my face and my cock many a night. She had fat nipples and in the picture she squeezed the left till her fingers almost touched. Thinking of the pain she must have been in made my cock throb in my hand as I stood staring out my back window.
Mandy was reaching into a bag. She pulled out baby bottle. She stood walked across the yard. As she moved, her body slowly jiggled with her every step. She had gotten thicker. Her tits were larger and her ass popped with each waddle. She wore pants and a puffy shirt, but the material still stretched taut when her legs moved. I used to watch from the front window as she walked to and from her car and cum in the fifteen steps it took her to get there. Now, I was on the verge again watching her now inflated ass jiggle as she carried a bottle the bottle to the back of their house. She was met by her husband. The lucky son of a bitch who gets to fuck Mandy whenever he wants. The guy who gets to bury his tongue between those two fat ass cheeks. The guy now holding her offspring. Donny, I think his name is, but fuck him. Mandy handed him the bottle and stretched her back. Her shirt rose exposing her soft pudgy belly. I stroked my cock steadily. As she settled the large tits swung heavily.
She walked back to the table and sat between her parents, Ellen and Frank. They continued laughing and telling stories sitting at the table.
My attention went back to the pool. Where Mollie was looking over at her family. The five foot tall pool was perfect height for her tits to rest on a pedestal. A stage for her perfect tit. She looked to be bouncing from foot to foot inside the pool, so each tit jiggled and pushed upwards fighting to be free of the bikini top. I kept a steady pace on my cock imagining a nipple slipping free. She was pulled back wards as the young guy, who I suppose was her boyfriend, pulled her back into the water. They played lightly, kissing and splashing and pushing away from one another. Kids stuff. Not the type of thing that would lead me to expect what happened next.
As he was pushing her back, the guy playfully grabbed at Mollie's tit and pulled the string free. I could see the ripple of flesh as his hand squeezed her left tit, spilling tit over finger in his overfilled hand. Mollie let out a light shriek that the guy caught by pulling her under water. She came smiling devilishly and pushed him back looking to get even. The look in her eye said she would. She fixed her bikini. Her eyes were locked with his she pushed him back towards the edge of the pool. His back hit the stand up ladder and she guided him to sit on it.
She gave a quick peak towards the picnic table. The Prichard's sat mostly with their back to the pool. Mark was in the middle of dealing a hand of Texas Hold Em to those around him. Mollie looked back up at the guy and at that moment I nearly came. I knew what she was going to do. Before I could pick my jaw up off the floor, little Mollie Prichard had some guy's bathing suit unlaced and his limp cock in her mouth. All this while her entire family played a game of cards ten feet away.
My hand fell still on my cock as I watched Mollie at work. She pulled her boyfriend's cock from her mouth and jerked it hard and fast, he became rock hard in no time. He looked over his shoulder and back down to her with a nervous look on his face. She just said "shh" and licked the head of his cock. He was a good 7" and she held it at the base, running her tongue the length of it. Her free hand found his balls and she stroked them gently.
