Jon was in his second marriage. His first marriage ended in a bitter battle over custody for his son. One month before the final hearing for custody Jon remarried. He married a lovely woman who had three children. The oldest was Pat a girl from a relationship that didn’t end in marriage. The other two were boys, very close in age. Michael and Rob were both fathered by a man who deserted them after Rob was born.
The marriage started out with a ready made family, his son, her daughter and two sons. It was hard at first to pull the family together, but Jon worked at it. He and the boys bonded and develop into a normal American family. However, Pat remained somewhat detached and aloof.
Years later Pat was attending a local college while working evenings, making the gap between her and the three boys wider. They were too far beneath her, so she ignored them. The truth was, they didn’t like one another. She placed herself above them, and made it obvious that she thought she was better then them.
There was no common ground between them. She constantly complained about her privacy being violated. They (Mike, Michael, and Rob) complained about her just as loudly.
At their age screwing was the favorite subject of discussions. Many of their friends thought Pat was hot. They tried to catch her when she was the most vulnerable. Trying to get a look at her naked became a game to them.
Jon knew of their game and couldn’t help noticing Pat’s mature body either. He was amazingly excited by the aura of sexuality surrounding her. One of these days he thought, we’re going to get that naive snob set up for a gang fuck.
Jon knew his wife planned to spend the weekend with her mother.
Jon arrived home after work Friday to find the guy’s anxiously talking about getting hooked up with some hot piece.
He asked, “Pizza for dinner tonight”?
“Pizza was good,” all three replied.
As they waited for the pizza delivery Jon asked them how they felt about Pat.
He wanted them to realize they were over looking Pat. “I know you talk about girls and get all horny all the time, and yet there’s one within your grasp right here.”
He wasn’t surprised when they didn’t respond. “Come on talk to me, I want to hear how you feel.” Jon pleaded. “You can say whatever you want and I won’t get angry.”
Mike spoke first, “We all want to put a dick in her.” “She’s hot, but she isn’t going to give us any.”
“I believe girls like to play hard to get,” Jon replied. “If you could get some from her tonight, would you?” Jon asked.
“We’d bang her brains out,” Mike replied.
“We have all weekend,” Jon explained, “push the right button and I know she’ll fuck.”
“Tonight,” Jon continued, “when Pat gets home from work I’ll be waiting for her in the family room.” “The three of you hide in the living room with the lights out.” “We’ll get to fuck her tonight, just watch and listen to me.” “Pat will be ours.” “Got that?” “You’ll get to nail her ass tonight.” “Do you want to nail her?”
They enthusiastically shouted in agreement.
They talked about girls and ate pizza. “You mean we get to see her all naked and all that?” Rob innocently asked. “You got the general idea,” Mike replied.
The house was a split level. The family room was separated from the living room, kitchen, and dining room by a hallway. There was a doublewide opening from the family room into the hallway. Across the hall and to the right, two steps took you up into the living room, to the left was two steps leading up to the kitchen. Anyone standing in either area could see through the large entrance into that end of the family room.
By the time Pat arrived home, a little before midnight, they were hiding in the dark living room horny as hell. They had a good view into one end of the family room. Mike had his camcorder at the ready as they heard her come into the house.
Pat entered the family room unaware she was being watched, she felt strange, like there was something going on.
“Hi, what’s going on?” she asked somewhat nervously.
Jon looked her up and down. The look said something, never before did Jon look at her in this way. She was very attractively dressed. She was 5-2 and had a fantastic figure. Her breasts were high, firm, eye stoppers. Her short brown hair was professionally groomed. She was in heels, wearing a knee length skirt that accented her well formed stocking clad legs, and a conservative white blouse that buttoned down the front.
Jon looked at her. “How about turning around, let’s see you from the back?”
“Okay, I don’t see any harm in that,” Pat responded obviously concerned. She turned away, allowing him to view her from behind.
She stood there posing, when a camera flash went off. Pat spun around realizing that Jon had taken an up her skirt picture.
“Hey!” “What are you doing?” “I don’t want you taking my picture,” she angrily shouted, as he snapped another up her skirt picture. She looked at Jon for understanding, but didn’t get any.
Mike, Michael, and Rob watched in silence. Jon had said if they went along with him Pat would be theirs. They were going to get laid! They agreed that Mike would be first, Michael second, and Rob would go last.
“I was just taking some shots up your skirt.” Jon casually explained.
Her face red with anger Pat said, “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here, but I’m not part of it, I’m leaving.”
“No you’re not,” Jon said in a forceful tone. “You’re going to stay right here and put on a show for me.”
“Your crazy,” Pat started towards the door. Jon pulled her back into the room so that he was standing between her and the door. Pat looked frightened. She looked at him, her eyes pleading for help.
“I want to see what you look like without clothes on.” “So take them off and Mom won’t find out about these pictures.” “Come on give me a look, after all we’re family.” Jon urged.
Pat looked at Jon, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. She hesitated; would Mom believe him? Her mind was pushing her to give him what he wanted and get it over. Her eyes dropped, Jon knew, she was his, what a sweet victory.
Jon spoke firmly. “Ok Pat, make it easy on yourself no matter what I’m going to see what you got.”
