The Fuckholes Next Door - A Taste

Written by Euphoria

I like windows at night. I climb my fence and wander through the neighbors' yards. Usually, you can stand by the open windows for hours without being seen. Winter's the best time for that.

A month ago, I tried the house to the right of mine. A family of five lived in the house. The Yokem's was their name. Mom, dad, two daughters, and a son. The daughters were seven and nine. The son was twelve. We were on greeting terms, but I'd never engaged any of them in conversation.

I found the son, Ken, in his bedroom. He was watching a cartoon set under the sea while glancing at a computer screen. He was wearing pajamas with animal prints on them. A small, slim boy, Ken was reasonably good looking and not terribly bratty. I'm not into boys, per se, unless I need them to get a girl.

The room next door to Ken's was shared by the daughters; their names were Jane and Jo. Jane was the nine year old. She was small for her age and blessed with an almost flawless, olive complexion. Her hair was as straight as falling water and as black as the night that surrounded me. Jo, several inches shorter than Jane, reminded me of a miniature Jennifer Aniston. She was a chirpy kid with big lips and pale, creamy skin. I didn't expect to see her in her underwear, so I backed away slowly at first.

Jo was standing at the open window looking out. Looking in my direction, in fact, although it was too light in the room and too dark outside to actually see me. Thank Christ for that. Her panties were yellow and tight on her. She had a fleshy little camel toe, too, that begged to be fondled and sucked. Her tummy was flat and smooth and her nipples were preciously flat and modest (my favorite kind).

Jo remained at the window until her sister entered the room. Jane, who was wearing printed pajamas similar to her brother's, closed the door, locked it, then fell onto her bed. Then she said something to Jo which made Jo turn towards her. Now I got a look at Jo's panty-clad, seven year old butt. It was a treat. Very firm. Very shapely.

From my vantage point, I couldn't hear anything they were saying. The glass reduced speech to bassy mumbling, so I didn't try too hard to listen. Instead, I moved closer to the window. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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