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Subject: Johnny's closet
Date: 25 Mar 1996 18:55:31 -0500
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Do not read this if you are under 18 or offended by stories of a sexual
and possibly incestuous nature.

 Looking back, I couldnt have had a better childhood if I had written the
script myself. Well, not really childhood. What I am going to tell you
starts at about age 14 and continues up to ... up to now, actually. The
purpose of my tale is not to make you jealous, but, rather, to wake you up
to some delicious possibilities.
   My name is Johnny. I lived in a huge Victorian house in New Jersey with
my mom and two sisters. My father left when I was 13 and my sisters were
11 and 15. Mom and dad had what seemed like the perfect family ... three
kids spaced two years apart ... but the two of them just never got along.
They decided divorce was better than all the fighting, and we kids
actually agreed. 
   We saw dad every other weekend and he never missed a child-support
payment or a birthday. It could have been much worse.
   When they first sat us down and gave us the divorce talk, little
Marie cried and Barbara, my older sister just got angry. I sat there cooly
and listened. When dad got to the part about my being the man of the
house now, I just shrugged. What could I do at age 13? Take out the
garbage? I did that anyway. But none of us wanted to make dad or mom feel
guilty, so we managed to calm Marie and that was that. He left the next
morning.
   Now, age 13 is difficult for any boy, what with hormones and body
changes and noticing girls and all that, but for me it was a bitch --
literally. Thats because there I was, starting to get erections at
anything that looked like tits -- even two scoops of mashed potatoes on a
plate -- and what happens? Im left as the man of the house with three
women. There was mom,  38 years old and absolutely beautiful; Barbara, 15
and incredibly well developed; and Marie, 13 and a real flirt.
   My daily life consisted of 8 hours of sleep and 16 hours of hard-ons.
It was probably more of hard-ons, but I couldnt tell about the sleeping
ones.
   Well, about a month after dad left, I started having this fantasy that
I could see through walls. Our four bedrooms were on the second floor of
the house, and we all shared a huge bathroom. Mom and dad had spent plenty
to make it real big and luxurious when we moved in. There was a giant
shower stall with sliding glass doors, a separate antique clawfoot tub, an
antique sink and this thing that dad said was for womens cleanliness. The
bathroom was decorated with fine prints and the walls were covered with a
beautiful Victorian-design wallpaper. 
    My bedroom was next to the bathroom, separated only by my walk-in
closet. My two sisters had the rooms across the hall, and mom slept --
alone, now -- in the master bedroom at the end of the hall, farthest from
the bathroom.
   The bad thing about my room was that, being next to the bathroom, I
would wake up everytime someone flushed the toilet. I started sleeping
with earplugs when I was about 10, and that seemed to solve the noise
problem.
   The good thing, of course, was also that my room was next to the
bathroom. It made it much more convenient to take a pee in the middle of
the night, or to run back to my room after a shower on a cold morning.
   So, the bathroom thing was both good and bad. Soon I would forget the
bad. Very soon.
   As I mentioned, I was working on this keen fantasy of being able to see
through walls. What I did was to wait until one of the girls -- mom or
Marie or Barbara -- went into the bathroom. I would go into my closet and
put my ear to the wall. It was a very thin wall (a piece of paneling,
actually, that dad installed when converting the original bathroom). The
purpose was to even out the new room and to give me a nice-sized closet.
So, I would listen through the wall and determine what the person in the
bathroom was doing. I would then go back to my bed and pretend that I
could see them.
   With my door locked, I would then jerk off -- as quietly as I could --
imagining what it looked like as, lets say, Barbara was peeing or mom was
taking a shower. I would try to picture their bodies, the actual pee
coming out, the soap dripping across breasts, and so on. But my
almost-14-year-old imagination was not very good, and sometimes Id fall
asleep without cuming.
   And then, it hit me. On the eve of my 14th birthday, I was listening to
little Marie going to the bathroom, and I realized that there was only
about a quarter of an inch separating my eyes from that room. What an
asshole Id been! 
   All I had to do was figure out an undetectible way to poke a hole in
the paneling and Id be able to watch everything that went on in there.
   I was home alone that evening. Mom was next door arranging some sort of
sales party, cookware or something, where friends would come to the house
and buy plates and baking stuff. Barbara was out with a new boyfriend. And
Marie was with mom.
   I went to the basement and opened the toolbox dad had left for mom. I
got out a screwdriver and a hammer and a giant nail. And went back to the
bathroom.
   I looked at the wall that backed to my closet. On it was the sink and
the medicine cabinet. Any hole I made would certainly be seen, I thought.
But then I realized that the wallpaper might provide camouflage for a tiny
hole if I placed the hole in exactly the right spot.
   About an inch above the top of the medicine cabinet, the wallpaper
image was that of a dark red-and-black flower. The black spot was in the
center, about a quarter of an inch wide, maybe a little more. 
   I climbed up on the sink and placed a nail on the black spot. WHAM! I
banged it with the hammer and -- miracle of miracles! -- a perfect hole. I
climbed down and looked at it from ground level. If you really REALLY
stared, you might notice something, but odds were no one would ever look
carefully at that particular flower. I climbed back onto the sink and,
inserting the screwdriver, made the hole a littlel bigger. I cleaned up
all of the tiny wood spinters that had fallen into the sink, and rand
downstairs to put the tools back. Just as I got back to my room, Barbara
came home from her date.
   I hope youre not in the bathroom, Johnny, she shouted. I really
gotta pee!
   No problem, I said. Im studying.
   I never moved so quickly in my life. I grabbed my desk chair and
practically threw it into the closet. I climed on top and looked for the
hole. As soon as the light went on in the bathroom I could see its shaft
coming through the paneling. My, god, with the chairm the hole was at
exactly the height of my eyes. I supported myself using the clothes rod
and looked in. There was Barbara ripping off her jumper and squatting on
the toilet, which was on the wall to the left of the sink. I looked down
as she sat and watched her rock back and forth as the pee streamed into
the water below. Whew! she said out loud.
  Holy shit I said, to myself. This was going to be great.
   I heard mom and Marie coming in the front door.

more to come.  
    


Let me know if you want to see Chapter 2

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From: lliillii@aol.com (LlIIllII)
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Subject: Johnny's Closet, Part II
Date: 26 Mar 1996 18:23:08 -0500
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DO not read this if you are under 18 years of age or if you are offended
by material of a sexual or possibly incestuous nature.

end of part one, as a reminder:


   I never moved so quickly in my life. I grabbed my desk chair and
practically threw it into the closet. I climed on top and looked for the
hole. As soon as the light went on in the bathroom I could see its shaft
coming through the paneling. My, god, with the chair, the hole was at
exactly the height of my eyes. I supported myself using the clothes rod
and looked in. There was Barbara ripping off her jumper and squatting on
the toilet, which was on the wall to the left of the sink. I looked down
as she sat and watched her rock back and forth as the pee streamed into
the water below. Whew! she said out loud.
  Holy shit I said, to myself. This was going to be great.

AND NOW ... PART II of Johnnys Closet


     I couldnt believe it. After more than a year of lusting after my mom
and two sisters, I finally had figured out a way to watch them at will. My
walk-in closet, right next to the bathroom, provided a perfect view,
thanks to the quarter-inch hole I had put above the medicine cabinets
mirror.
    In the first five minutes I already had watched older sister Barbara
pee. True, I hadnt seen her jumbo tits yet, but hey, I was only 14. I had
years of peeking ahead of me. Life, all of a sudden, seemed wonderful. I
was, as my parents had told me the day they announced their divorce, The
man of the house now. And to me, that meant I was free to watch, watch,
watch. My big sister, Barbara, almost 17. My little sister, Marie, 12 but
developing quickly. And, most of all, mom, 38 and the sexiest women Ive
ever seen.
   Barbara wiped herself dry and dropped the used toilet paper into the
bowl. I shuddered, wondering what it would be like to have that damp pile
of sheets to play with. What would I do? Would I smell it? Would I inhale
the odor of Barbaras pee and her hole? Would I jerk off as I looked at
the yellow stained wad and then add my cum to it? I was hard again just
fantasizing. What a mind for being only 14!
    I was tempted to jerk off again, but I had never cum more than twice
in one day, and I knew mom took a shower every evening at 10. I wanted to
save my next load for that, so I forced myself to think about something
else.
    Im done in here, in case you need the bathroom now, Barbara shouted
as she passed my door.
   I almost said, I know, but managed to catch myself. Thanks, Barb. I
offered. Im OK.
   Since there were so many of us to share one bathroom, we always
announced when we were done in there, so anyone else who had to go could
get in quickly. I wont need them to tell me now, I said to myself,
smiling.
   Mom and Marie got home from next door, where they had been planning the
home sales party, and all they did was wash their hands. We had dinner and
watched a little TV, and at 9 it was time for Marie to go to bed.
   Im going to take my shower in the morning, mom, if thats OK, she
announced. Im pretty tired.
   No problem, love, mom said. See you tomorrow.
   Marie went upstairs to get into her pajamas and, I guess, to pee. But I
already had seen Barbara pee, and I didnt want to climb the stairs just
to watch Marie do the same thing. I continued to watch sitcoms with
Barbara and mom, and then, at 9:30 it was time for my shower.
   Gnight, I said to the two older women in my life. Im gonna wash up
and then go to sleep. See ya tomorrow.
   Night, sweetie, mom said. Night, Barbara said.
   As I left the living room to climb the stairs, I saw looked back for a
second to get one more glance at the two women whose tits I would be
seeing for the first time that night. For a second, I thought I caught
them smiling at each other, but I looked closer and figured it was my
imagination. I went upstairs, got my pajamas and hurried to the bathroom
for that quick shower.
   Once behind the locked door, I immediately looked up at the hole. It
was barely visable. No, I thought to muself, theyll never see it.
   I took a quick shower, and about two minutes into it, I realized
something terrible. The damn glass shower door! I had looked through my
new closet hole at that door five or six times that evening, imagining
what a great angle I had into the shower. But shit! In less than three
minutes in the shower, the whole door had steamed up. It was impossible to
see out, so it certainly would be impossibe to look in. Damn! What could I
do.
   It was then that a miracle happened, or at least it seemed like a
miracle to a young kid. Two weeks before, I had been shopping at the local
mall with mom, and we had been called over to a small, temporary booth by
some guy selling something. You know those little kiosks that set up in
malls, where people who are out of work or something try to make ends meet
by pushing one kind or crappy product or another. Well, this guy was
selling something to clean your eyeglasses with, a kind if slippery salve
in a small jar. He offered to clean moms sunglasses for free and she let
him. 
   He rubbed the stuff on her glasses, then wiped it off with a little
rag. Mom looked at the glasses. Wow, she said to him. You werent
kidding! This really is clean!
    Its a very good product maam, he said. The one tub is $7 and
lasts a year, he said. But for $10 you can have two tubs, or one tub and
a bottle of WindowCleer.
    Of what? mom asked?
   WindowCleer, he said. Its the same product, but in liquid form, he
said. You wipe in on windows, mirrors, even the inside of your cars
windshield, and the glass is guaranteed not to steam up.
    The miracle, I guess, is that conversation just popped into my head,
word for word, at exactly the time I most needed it. Of course!
WindowClear! Mom had gotten the $10 package, and I remember that she put
the bottle under the bathroom sink.
   I bolted out of the shower and opened the door to the cabinet below the
sink. YES! It was there. I quickly read the instructions. Place a small
amount of product on a cotton cloth and rub gently on glass surface. Do
not rinse. Glass is guaranteed not to steam up. Perfect for bathrooms,
eyeglasses ...
   I didnt have to read another word. I got a washcloth and poured some
of the liquid on it. I then scrubbed down both sides of the shower door,
put the bottle back, dried myself off and threw on my pajamas. 
   My dick was hard as a rock and still a little red from all the rubbing
Id been doing. I really wanted to jerk off, but I knew it would pay to
wait.
   I looked at the hole again, on my way out and smiled again. Oh, man. I
was gonna see moms tits in less than an hour.

   Im done in the bathroom, I shouted down to the girls. 
   Thanks, honey, mom shouted back. See you later.
   No, I joked to myself. Ill see YOU later!

   I went back in my room and made sure everything was set up. First, of
course, I locked my door. I guess people who like to spy on others usually
take real care to make sure no one can spy on them. Then, I moved the
clothes along the rod to one end of the closet and placed my chair just
under the hole. There was just enough room to stand there and fit my head
under the closet shelf while peeking through the hole. 
   What else would I need? Ahh ... a flashlight, because Id be working in
the dark, so no one would see light coming through my end of the hole.
And, yes, a box of tissues for, well, you know ... I didnt want to get
cum all over the closet wall.
   I placed the tissue box on the closet shelf and then got into bed. I
wanted to do a quick run-through, so nothing could go wrong.
    Lets see ... mom walks past my room in her bathrobe and into the
bathroom. I turn on the flashlight, leap out of bed and climb on the
chair. I turn out the flashlight and place it on the closet shelf, grab
three or four tissues in my left hand and place my left eye up to the
hole. 
   Right hand on cock, left hand  full of tissues. Clear view of the
shower. Perfect. I retraced my steps and waited.
   I gently squeezed my hard-on, waiting for mom. First, I rubbed it up
and down slowly. Then I pinched it in the middle. Then I tickled the head.
Then I rubbed the shaft against my stomach. Cmon, mom, I said softly.
Let me watch you take a shower.
    I couldnt possibly know how much better my first show would be than
simply watching her get washed.

   After what seemed like an hour -- but according to the clock was only
about 20 minutes -- I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard two
doors close. Guess mom and Barbara had come up at the same time. A few
minutes later I heard more steps, this time coming down the hall and
walking toward the bathroom. I turned on the flashlight and, knees
literally shaking, went to the closet and got up on the chair.
   I would see a tiny spot of light in the closet, telling me someone was
in the bathroom.
   Here goes, I said to myself. Presenting ... moms tits!

   I put the tissues in my left hand, grabbed my blood-filled cock in my
right and placed my eye to the hole. Oh, my god. It wasnt mom. I mean, it
wasnt JUST mom. This was unbelievable. This was incredible. There was
mom, yes, starting to undress for her shower. But with her and already
totally naked was Barbara! 
   Mom was sitting on the toilet, peeing. She still had on her bra but
nothing else. Barbara was standing in front of her, only inches away. And
Barbara was reaching down and playing with her own pussy. She was standing
in front of our mom and playing with herself! What was happening?

   Moms eyes were glued to Barbaras hands. Barb started pumping her rear
end back and forth in a regular motion. She started to moan, but mom
quickly put her finger up to make a shhhh shound.
   Barbara nodded but continued to touch herself. Then, mom stood up,
reached behind her and started unhooking her bra. 
   My cock was throbbing and was dripping with precum, but I was too
shocked to jerk it. I just watched and tried to control my breathing so no
one could hear me.
  Moms bra dropped to the floor. Oh, god, what fabulous tits! They were
bigger than I had dreamed, although the numbers associated with bra sizes
meant nothing to me. I had often looked at moms bras in the hamper and on
the drying line in the basement, but I didnt know what 40DD had meant --
until now, that is!
   And her nipples. They were dark and large -- covering almost a third of
the front of each tit. And the points were long and like a pencil eraser.
In spite of my shock, I managed to start a slow nack and forward motion
with my right hand.
   Barbaras tits were also gorgeous. Her bras had said 36C, and now I
knew what that meant too. Her nipples were smaller and lighter colored but
more pointy than moms. But while both women had different bodies, both
really were getting me hot.
    I started to look down toward their pussies, now, but before I could
focus there Barbara started to reach out toward mom. She grabbed both of
moms nipples and started to pinch them gently. And mom started doing the
same to Barbara.
   I couldnt believe this. Mom and Barbara playing with each others
bodies. That must have been why they were smiling earlier when I had
mentioned my shower. Why, they must have been doing this forever ...
playing with each other when I was done with my shower. And the only
reason I learned about it at all was because of the hole. My wonderful
closet hole.
   Their hands now shifted downward, to their hairy mounds. Moms was
short and trimmed, almost like she shaved it into the shape of a beard.
Barbaras was long, big and wild, hairs sticking out at all angles.
   Mom rubbed Barbara. Barbara rubbed mom. And then they sidled over to
the shower and turned it on. 
    A minute later they both were inside, a mass of hands and wetness and
soap and rubbing and touching. Fingers going in and out of holes. Even
though I had a beautifully clear view through the chemical-treated window,
it was hard to keep track of all the moving.
    Mom bent over and Barbare spread moms butt cheeks and found her
asshole. Barb stuck in her index finger and moved in and out as mom
wiggled her ass.
    Then mom did the same to Barb.
    The went for each others tits again, this time squeezing and sucking.
Then mom got down on her knees and started kissing Barbs mound. 
   The changed positions, with Barb doing the tonguing this time. It went
on for 10 minutes. I looked down and noticed that I had already shot a
load onto the closet wall. Shit! I had come and didnt even notice! I
wiped up the dribbling stain with the tissues and went back to the hole.
My two little sex kittens were out of the shower now, drying each other
off and smiling as if it was THEY who had just cumnot me. Shit, they
probably did cum in there but I never saw the actual moment.
   They each put bathrobes on, smiled again at each other and walked out
into the hall like nothing had happened. I heard both of their bedroom
doors close and got back into my bed.
    I was still breathing hard. Holy shit, Mom and Barbara make each other
cum. And probably every night. And I would be watching, secretly.
    My cock was hard again. Would I be able to go for three in one day? I
fell asleep trying and woke up once in the middle of the night in a cold,
wet puddle.
    My alarm went off at 6 in the morning and in the background I could
hear the shower handles being turned. It was Marie, I guessed, getting
ready for her morning shower. What surprise would I see when I peeked now,
I wondered? Whod be in there with her, fuckin Elvis Presley? I joked.
   I ran to the chair and looked through the hole. 
   All I could say was, JESUS H. CHRIST!


Part 3 to come soon.

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