It was the persistent flies on the beach that sent me packing. They were Jersey flies, as big as an airplane as has been said by no less than Bruce. Okay, maybe as big as a bird. A butterfly? Hell, they were big, and they found their way toward my body no matter how much goop and stuff I rubbed on myself.
Clearly I must have been good eating, because nobody else seemed to be bothered by the flies that quiet Wednesday near the surfside state park. No, everyone else was immersed in their book, playing in the sand or looking for sea shells. Some were even were in the water.
Packing up was quick, as I didn't have much more than a pair of towels and a mystery novel with me. I gave several looks around, taking one final good look at the girl from down the street that wore something that was less than skimpy. Sauntered home, washing off in the outside shower before treading the 21 steps to the door.
Inside, I noticed my niece Jennifer's room door was closed, figured she was changing from her beach jaunt. How I missed her leaving the beach who knows?
I went into the master bedroom and lie on the bed for a minute before a formal shower and changing of clothing. That minute turned into an hour as I nodded off into a fitful slumber. Only sounds of the shower woke me, and as I thought I'd have to wait a few minutes after the person was done to take mine.
That's the crazy thing about the fire detector on the floor. Too much heat and humidity or something from the shower and the whirling noise of the detector was tripped. Go figure.
Hearing the shower stop I started my internal clock. From past experience I decided that I probably needed to wait at least five minutes, so I just relaxed looking at one of my wife's trashy magazines to pass the time. The articles were good, so more than enough time had elapsed and I started toward the bathroom. Damn, now come she never used one of the "27 ways to make your man putty in the bedroom".
I noticed Jennifer's room door ajar, soft music coming from playlist. She's such a cutie, that Jennifer. Just 19, a buff body and a pleasant personality. Light brown hair and an infectious smile. I bet she's a lot of fun to be around at a party. Smiling to myself I started toward the bathroom door when something stopped me. A groan of some type was coming from Jennifer's room.
I didn't want to intrude, but I wondered if she was alright. Stopping I could not see into the full room, but I did notice I could see her reflection on the wall mirror.
Jennifer was lying on her bed naked as the day she was born, legs spread akimbo, and her hand working her hairbrush in and out of her nicely trimmed pussy. Honestly, she must not know I was in the house, or anyone for that matter, because her door was open a bit. And she was personally pleasing her pleasure pit with eyes closed.
Slowly she worked that hairbrush, damn I wished it were me. She slid it up and down, then worked on the nub above her neatly trimmed slit. Clearly that was a perfect action for her.
I stood there, eyes riveted on the mirror watching my young sexy niece taking care of her sexual needs. It was an awesome view. Flimsy red panties were next to her on the bed, and her head was propped up on a couple pillows. Her legs were spread wide and she worked that hairbrush with military precision.
It felt so wrong, watching my niece. A voyeur, but in my own house so I said to myself it was okay. Still, I should have but could not stop. My eyes could not leave the lovely girl's body. Young, curvy and sexy, and when she lifted her top, displaying her breasts, I almost came in my pants. My dick was throbbing as I watched the girl masturbate.
Worried someone might come home from the beach and catch me in an uncompromising position I sleuthed over to the door and locked it, then returned to my voyeuristic perch. Jennifer hadn't left, thank goodness, she was still playing with her wet pussy. I could see the wetness from my vantage point, so I knew she was enjoying.
Quickly I snapped several candid photos of her performance before switching the phone to video to capture more of the action for future reference.
Of course, I like most men can't do two things at once, so working the cell phone in such a sleuthing manner was not something I had a lot of experience with. I had to concentrate on getting the right buttons pushed, a task that stopped quickly when I heard a scream.
