I'm a millionaire. Yes. I know the thoughts and feelings when you hear a person say that. I did not inherit it. I worked hard, invested, and lucked out. I now own a huge house, huge 5 bay detached garage, and amazing estate of 75 acres.
But what I don't have is a life. I watch sports on my massive cinema screen. I play golf with my other rich friends, and we live mundane lives. I would like to travel but I don't have anyone that I would like to go with. My estate sits on a slight rise above the rest of the neighborhood. Not a huge hill but 10 feet higher. The windows of my garage look out onto the street, across the street and into the 5 neighboring houses.
Normal houses, not estates, not much for front yards, or driveways. Just normal size, two story houses, and yards.
My driveway has a large medieval-looking gate and access panel. You drive up, enter the code, and the gate swings open. The large iron fence surrounds the property with tall thick plants on both sides of the fence. Privacy bushes make it difficult but not impossible to see in. The driveway goes up a hill, turns to the left, the detached garage is to the left, the main house to your right.
New neighbors were moving into the house across from my driveway. It was a two-story house, small garage, and it had large front windows. I saw the family carrying items inside, the large moving van parked along the street. 4 daughters, a mother, and a father. The mother was tall, 6-3 maybe 6-2. The father was short. 5-8 maybe 5-7.
California is a fun state. It takes only minutes to know if the person you see at a distance is from California or not. Since it was December, it was 72 degrees. Freezing cold for anyone that lives here or is from here. But out of towners will wear shorts, tank tops, or bikinis. Crazy foreigners.
All the daughters and the mother were wearing shorts, tube tops, bikinis or tank tops. So, they must be from Alaska or Washington where their summer temperatures are 72 degrees.
I watched the oldest daughter, Marin, 21 years old. She was at least as tall as her mother, 6-2, thin build, C-cup tits, long legs. She carried her boxes inside and I saw she had the top floor bedroom on the far left.
The next daughter, Kate, 20 years old, also tall, but had huge FF-cup tits. Far too large for her athletic frame and being held in by who knows what. She had trouble carrying boxes because her massive tits made it tough. She went inside and had the bedroom on the top floor, middle room.
Betsy was 19 years old, tall, C-cup, nerdy with glasses. She carried boxes as best she could, she was clumsy and kept dropping them, and she took the second-floor bedroom on the far right.
Last but not least was Liz. 18 years old, tall, C-cup, friendly, gullible, and childish. She did not carry boxes. Her mother and father carried them. She had the 1st floor bedroom on the left side under Marin.
I walked down to introduce myself. I had a basket of fruit to give them. Someone had given it to me the previous day for some reason or another and I had no use for it.
On my approach Liz was the first one to greet me. Bouncy, friendly, and childish for 18 years old. Pigtails in her hair and not a thought in her brain. She introduced herself, her father Russ stormed out of the house, aggressively, and yelled at her to not talk to strangers.
I smiled as friendly as I could. I raised the basket of fruit and introduced myself as their neighbor up the hill. Russ was as short man, aggressive, and stupid. As he questioned me about my intentions his daughters and wife came outside. They introduced themselves while Russ stared at me with rage in his eyes.
Marin and Kate were the two most beautiful daughters. Marin was tall and slim, athletic, and had a beautiful smile. Kate had a nice full face, glowing eyes, and huge fucking tits. They were zeppelins and stuck out farther than her elbows when her arms were outstretched.
I did my best to not stare but talk to each of them in turn.
Lisa is their mother. The tallest of the bunch. Very pretty, big white smile, and very nice.
The family all turned to continue to remove items from the van. Each woman had a nice firm ass. The mom too was wearing short jean shorts. Nice thighs, perky ass. Whether Russ caught me looking or not I invited him over for football any time. He glared at me, untrustworthy stare, and angry little man posture.
I bid them goodbye and walked back to my house. The secret PIN entered in the gate controls and the gate opened wide. I called a friend and told him to buy 6 high end 4k digital cameras and all the items needed to keep them recording 24/7. An hour later he drove up, I took them to the upstairs garage, and set them up.
Each window in the garage looked directly across from a bedroom but a couple feet higher. The full bedroom was in view from a slightly elevated position. Marin, Kate, Betsy, and Liz. I could see their whole rooms through their windows.
Being a new purchase there were no window coverings.
Boxes, beds, tables, and clothes. Spread everywhere. I closed the dark curtains and surrounded the large lenses. From outside you could not see the cameras or lenses aimed at the bedrooms. But I could see them. My computer controls the camera's zoon, tilt, and focus. Even the night vision was ridiculous. I had all my house lights, exterior lights, flood lights, and garden lights on timers. My 2 exterior lights illuminated my driveway and the front of their houses. I turned off their timers and left them on all night long.
9pm. Bingo. Marin was the first one. Her room was not set up. Her room illuminated by her own lights. Standing in her bedroom she was digging through her clothes packed in a box, a large pink towel over her shoulder. She was orderly, neat, and precise. Nothing was out of place. She peeked out the window. Anyone there? No movement. Her head looking side to side.
Marin pulled her sweaty shirt over her head along with her sports bra. Her firm tits visible. Her dark brown areola, dark brown nipples. Next, she slid down her shorts. Her sweaty panties stuck halfway down her legs. Her tiny brown bush and smooth shaved pussy lips. She stood up, turned around and kicked her clothes towards the door. Her firm perky ass and long tan legs all framed by the large windows. Now naked she wrapped the pink towel around her torso covering up her naked body.
Too late though. I had seen it all, I had recorded it all.
The light in the bathroom turned on. The glow showed someone in the room, but the odd glass was muted, and you could not discern any real detail. I made a phone call to my friend the camera guy and asked about privacy glass. He stated, "try lens number 3."
I dug through the box and found a yellow lens labeled #3. I put it on the camera and bingo. The privacy glass was no longer privacy glass. It was normal glass, see through, and the entire bathroom was visible.
