It was almost time, he thought to himself as he watched from his bedroom window...
He was planning something, and for every wicked moment that passed, he knew there would be no turning back. For years now he had watched them grow up from adorable little girls into fully matured, and oh, so shapely women. Now he sat on his bed smoking a cigarette, staring at the girls pictures on his walls. So many pictures. He closed his eyes, took another long slow drag and became lost in his own thoughts. He slid his hand down to feel the hardness developing in his pants. The sisters always seem to have that effect on him anymore.
Donna was the older of the 2 by a few years and had a long and slender body, much like that of a model. She was a bookkeeper now for a small corporation and really liked her job. She was well-suited for it, too. Having control of all those figures and finances gave her a sense of power and in her opinion, the success of any business can be traced to a skilled bookkeeper. She played life like the numbers in her books; detailed and never wavering. She came from a family that held her down most of her life, but is now ready to take control. There's a whole world out there to explore and enjoy and she was ready to experience it, but it would be on her terms now.
Angela was the younger sister. At age 18, she filled out into the shapes and curves that both young and old men dream of. Her innocence was well behind her developed body, and he guessed her experience was further beyond that. Usually around 3pm she would arrive home from high school. It was her senior year and he had a feeling she wouldn't be hanging around after graduation in June. She was the rebel party-girl who was chomping at the bit to get out of that stuffy house.
The sound of the car alarm jarred him from his thoughts and he stood to watch for her to come into his view. Donna walked down the sidewalk and entered the gate approaching her front porch. She didn't notice the figure watching over her. His eyes followed her every movement until the front door closed behind her and she was gone from his sight...but not from his mind. For a long time now he told himself that his fantasies were enough, but were they?? They had taken a nasty turn of late. He could no longer dream about it; he wanted to taste his fantasies.
Friday morning he awoke, worried that he had missed it. He climbed the stairs to the attic where he had set up his camera on the tripod in front of the small triangular window. He set himself on the stool and peered through the lens at the second floor window next door, carefully focusing the zoom. There she was. Angela taking a shower. He was angry with himself for oversleeping and missing Donna first. (He snapped a few more pictures) He wanted a few more shots of both of them before...
Their parents would be leaving for their shore home this afternoon. They usually leave right after lunch to beat the traffic. This worked out well for him because it would give him just enough time to set up the preparations for his fantasy with the sisters. He planned for every detail and wanted to be ready by the time the first one arrives home. He wanted this to be the longest weekend of their lives.
After lunch he watched and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the BMW to back out of the driveway. The second it was out of sight, he grabbed his bag and made his way across his yard, through theirs and on to the patio. He slipped into the kitchen through the French doors.
