Incest/Taboo Back Home for the Holidays

From the author: This is a sequel to the Double Trouble story. It is not a requirement to be familiar with that story in order to simply enjoy this one for what it is. However, this may shed more light on some of the other character's motivations.

The incest/taboo categorization for Part I has to do with a brother/sister relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Back Home for the Holidays

A Double Trouble Adventure

Part I: Louisiana

I gripped John's hand tightly as the pilot intentionally stalled the great 747 five feet off the runway. The plane dropped the short distance, slamming its landing gear hard against the tarmac. The pilot immediately cranked the engines to full reverse and engaged the brakes, filling the cabin with an awful high-pitched whine and pitching us forward in our seats. Once the plane was slowed some, he turned hard onto the taxiway.

The pilot had been trying to shorten the landing to get to the gate faster. Any landing you could walk away from was a good one, but I was not happy with the unnecessary roughness, though not for just general discomfort. It was that time of the month and I was aching all over. Every little bump hurt.

"Robin, are you okay?" John asked me. He was so sweet; always concerned about me.

"Just fucking great," I said irritated. I am a redhead, with a redhead's temper. I try to keep it under control as much as possible. It's harder during my period.

I relaxed my grip on his hand. His hands were larger than mine. They were strong but with soft skin. He worked in an office all day. In fact, John was in much better shape than he should have been for his lifestyle. He ate whatever he wanted to, didn't exercise at all, and barely got any sun. His was slim, strong, and was usually tanned. The tan was from just a little exposure to the sun. The rest I had to chalk up to good genes.

I looked out the little round window at Houston International Airport. It was damp everywhere even though the sun was out. I had never been in the south before. I was reared in Boston and lived in Denver for the last several years. My mother had recently moved to Florida and we planned to visit her the following week but for the moment our destination was Louisiana and John's parents.

It took me a moment to realize that John had tensed up a bit and wasn't saying anything. I didn't realize I had snapped at him until I replayed it in my head. I said, "Sorry, babe." Then I whispered, "You know how I get around this time of the month and this fucking pilot is not helping."

He smiled at me, reassuringly. He had a great smile; perfect teeth and sparkling blue eyes. They went perfectly with his strong jaw and short black hair. I was so glad I had found him. Even though he found out that I had tested him, like all the others, to be sure he fit in with my swinging lifestyle, he forgave me. More than that, he gave me his trust again. I hadn't expected that. When I had first decided to start testing guys I hadn't expected whichever one passed to actually find out he had been tested and if he did to ever speak to me again. When John had found out, I was sure I had lost him forever. He really surprised me. Of course, I hadn't shirked on the apologies.

The plane pulled up to the gate and we got off with everyone else. We made our way down to get our luggage and then out to the loading and unloading area. The heat and humidity were unbelievable. It was mid-December and it had been snowing when we had left Denver. I had not expected it to be in the high sixties with one-hundred percent humidity. I hadn't cheeked the weather. The heat and humidity, combined with an additional mile of atmosphere, made it such that I could barely breathe. Denver is a mile above sea level and Houston is at sea level. My chest felt like there was an anvil pressing down on it.

I had taken off my jacket on the plane but I still wore a warm flannel long-sleeved shirt. For a moment I considered walking around in my sports bra but thought better of it as John pointed out his parents. I was still trying to catch my breath when they approached.

John and I had considered renting a car but it was so expensive and we were a little tight on money. We could barely afford two plane rides, one to Houston and then later to Miami, without cutting into our meager savings. Two rental cars, one in Louisiana and one in Florida, would definitely have put a dent in our finances. We couldn't justify the expense if we had an alternative and John had told me how insistent his parents had been on the phone that we let them pick us up. They made it an easy decision.

John's parents were both in their fifties and they looked a little tired from the drive. But, otherwise, they looked just like the photos that he had shown me on his computer.

John bent down and hugged his mom. She was my height, that is to say, short, and she was dressed like she had just come back from church. It was a Saturday afternoon so I knew that couldn't be the case. They had driven three hours to pick us up at the airport in their best clothes. I felt honored that they had done that just to meet me.

They each wore a coat, the sight of which made me start to perspire. How could they think this was cold when all I could think about was the unseasonable heat? I guess I had to chalk that up to acclimatization but I didn't see how I was going to be able to adjust in just a week. I inwardly groaned when I realized that Florida would probably be even warmer.

"Johnny, you look great," his mom told him. "Oh, and this must be Robin," she said, looking me up and down.

I was dressed in tight jeans, the only kind I bought, a flannel shirt that was making me perspire, and my cowgirl boots. I only wear boots in winter but I hadn't known it was still fucking summer in Houston. I didn't think John's mother would object to my attire but I had a closet full of stuff that would have probably made her faint dead away. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker," I said.

I was going to leave it at that or shake her hand but she would have none of it as she came toward me and hugged me. I was unprepared for that but I hugged her back. I wanted so much to make a good impression on her. Though she was my height she weighted at least half again more than me.

After hugging me for a bit longer than I thought necessary, she pulled back and looked at me. "Johnny tells me your mother's maiden name is Kirkpatrick?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"That's Irish isn't it?" she asked.

I was used to this. There were Irish stereotypes and I braced myself for whatever insensitive thing she might say to me. I was already telling myself to let it go before I nodded.

"So, you're Catholic?" she prodded.

John had told me how religious they were. He told me they were Catholic and being that I was raised Catholic, I would fit right in. Even though John and I didn't go to church we still considered ourselves Catholic. I knew that we'd be kicked out of the church if they knew of our lifestyle but what they didn't know couldn't hurt us. I nodded, grateful that she hadn't asked anything more uncomfortable.

"Good," she said with a smile.

John's dad was standing next to the car as Mrs. Parker led us to it. He was a bit taller than me and weighed more than twice what I did. His face and hands were deeply tanned from working out in the sun. John and I dragged our luggage behind us, the little wheels crackling against the concrete as Mister Parker said, "Ya'll get in! I want to get back before the sun sets."

I could tell that John was irritated at his father for not even saying 'hello' as we loaded our luggage into the trunk of the big car, but I didn't say anything. Then John led me to the driver's side where his dad still stood. He said, "Dad, this is Robin, my girlfriend."

He looked me up and down, just as his wife had, his eyes a deep blue, similar to John's. Then he said, "You're a redhead," as if it were a crime. "People make fun of your freckles a lot?"

Now, I was young, 24, but I had become very good at reading people. They surprised me sometimes but not often. I would have been insulted by Mister Parker's comment if I hadn't realized that he was testing me. I felt like crap from the period, the plane ride, and the weather, but I was determined to get on Mister Parker's good side. I could read him like an open book. Before John could step in, I said, "Not really. Besides the hair and the freckles, I also have the temper of a redhead. So, most people know better than to make fun of me."

He chuckled as he considered that for a second. "I bet they do," he said with a smirk. "Ya'll ready?"

I loved the 'ya'll'. It was similar to the way the cowboys spoke in Colorado. I had fucked quite a few cowboys since moving to Denver. I nodded.

The Oldsmobile was huge and in mint condition. The bench seats seemed to be at least 10 feet wide and with us buckled up there was plenty of room in between. I didn't worry about it. I would have normally preferred to sit closer to John but I was feeling bad from the rough period and I didn't really want to be touched anyway. Thankfully, my period was nearly over.

The ride took three hours and I slept through most of it. When I awoke, there were forests of trees with gray moss hanging from the high branches lining both sides of the Interstate. They were tall and very green despite the season. It was beautiful. In Denver most of the trees had lost their leaves for winter leaving them gray stick figures. It was pretty ugly if there wasn't a blanket of snow on the ground. It was tropical in Louisiana and I liked it.

John's parents drove us to a town just short of Lake Charles, called Sulphur. Here they took an exit and headed south. This was rural, the small amount of civilization near the Interstate giving way to fields and trees interspersed with an occasional trailer or ten.

After only a couple minutes I saw a sign that told me we were in a community called Carlyss. I recognized the name because John had mentioned that this is where he had grown up. I had gone to school with a girl named Carlyss so I had found it funny.

Mister Parker took a right down a street, drove a couple blocks, and then left again. He pulled up in front of a small house. I was starting to wonder what in the hell I had gotten myself into when Mrs. Parker announced, "Well, we're home."

The house looked nice from the outside, though it was painted a strange peach color. It was constructed of some type of brick that had been painted that color. It looked pretty big; ranch-style. The house sat on top of a very small hill, making it higher than the rest of the yard. Around the eaves of the house I spotted many strands of Christmas lights.

The rest of the houses in the neighborhood didn't look that good. All were covered in painted wood and most of the paint was chipping from age. There were a number of broken down cars parked in some yards and other yards were filled with kids' toys. Everyone had a big yard, compared to Denver, and houses were at least twenty yards apart, if not more. It was very different than Boston, Denver, or any of the suburbs of Denver, just in shear amount of land given to each house.

As I got out, I found myself wondering how Mister Parker managed to keep his car in such good condition given that he didn't have a garage to park it in but instead just had a small carport. The carport was simply metal poles cemented into the ground holding up a thin tin roof. At least this kept most of the pine needles off the car but I figured Mister Parker probably put a lot of effort into keeping his car clean and in good condition.

John extracted our luggage from the trunk and I lugged what I could into the house. It was even hotter here than it had been in Houston. I spotted the front entrance to the house but we were parked at a side entrance and that's where we entered the house. Mrs. Parker was waiting there for us as getting our luggage had taken us a minute.

"Come on in," Mrs. Parker urged as she went inside before us.

The side entrance led into the open floor plan side of the house. To my right was a long living room that ran all the way to the front door. There was a big flat-screen television sitting on a stand next to the huge front windows. Across from the television were a couch and two recliners.

Also in the living room set a large Christmas tree. It was eight feet tall, just brushing the ceiling, decorated with lights, balls, and various ornaments. At the base of the tree were arranged dozens of gifts. I recognized several as the ones that I had wrapped and shipped on ahead of us. I was glad that they had made the trip unscathed or, at least, unopened.

Directly ahead of me was a hallway that ran alongside the living room. It began halfway down the living room, creating the hall but leaving the living room more open. I saw a couple doors down this small hallway.

To the left of this hall I saw into a horseshoe shaped kitchen. Across from the kitchen, directly to my left was a big dining room set in a very open area. Beyond the big dining room table and chairs I saw a breakfast nook looking out onto the back yard through glass doors with a small table and a single chair, and another hallway leading off on the other side of the kitchen.

Mrs. Parker said, "Johnny, I have your old room set up for you." Then she looked at me and said, "Robin, dear, you can sleep in Jenny's old room."

John had told me that Jenny was his older sister. I didn't know much about her other than the cute pictures he had shown me but I had thought she was supposed to already be there. As if on cue, John asked, "She's not here yet?"

"Snowed in!" Mister Parker said behind us as he slipped into his house and closed the door. "In Louisiana it should get down into the forties tomorrow but the cold front has already hit Pennsylvania."

"Yes, they are having a lot of ice at the airport in Philadelphia. She's going to be late by a day or two," Mrs. Parker informed us.

John asked, "What happens when Jenny gets in if Robin's sleeping in her room?"

"Oh, they can share," Mrs. Parker replied.

"I don't know if that's a really good idea. You know how Jenny likes her space. We should stay in a hotel," he told her.

John seemed agitated to me. We had discussed how much it would cost us to stay at a hotel for the whole week and decided against it. Had he really thought that his parents would let us sleep together? I could have told him that wasn't going to happen because of how religious he told me they were. They were the opposite of my mother.

"Johnny, don't be ridiculous," Mrs. Parker replied. "And don't talk bad about your sister. I spoke to her before we left to pick you up and she said that she would be glad to share. She's excited to get to know Robin."

John was about to object again but I saw the futility of it. I was looking forward to meeting Jenny and I thought that sharing a room with her would be great for that. I didn't know exactly why he was so upset but I assumed it was his way of looking out for me. I was tired and I wasn't reading him right. I said, "John, it's okay. Mrs. Parker, I'd love to share Jenny's room if she'll have me."

She smiled and said, "It's settled them. Follow me."

John was irritated and I didn't know why but at that moment I was too tired to worry about it. Between the plane ride, the weather, the car ride, my period, and the stress from trying to make a good impression on the Parker's, I was beat. I followed Mrs. Parker through the open dining room.

The hallway on the other side of the kitchen led to three other rooms. The first on the left was a bathroom and the last on the right was Jenny's room. I glanced through the open door of the room on the left and discovered it was a huge bedroom. I assumed John's parents slept in that room.

John, Mrs. Parker, and I walked into Jenny's room. Jenny liked pink. Everything in the room was pink, from the walls to the throw rugs. All of the floors in the house, except in the tiled kitchen and bathrooms, were covered by the same brown carpet. I didn't blame Jenny for trying to cover some of it up with the pink throw rugs. Her bed was a double, covered with a pink comforter and numerous pink pillows.

While John went back to retrieve my other bag Mrs. Parker told me, "Robin, please make yourself at home. Jenny has a big walk-in closet. She only uses the left side, so you could hang your clothes on the right. She asked me to leave her stuff alone, but I don't think she'd mind you putting your stuff away."

"Thank you, Mrs. Parker."

"Don't mention it. I'll have supper ready in about an hour so you can take that time to put some of your stuff away and freshen up," she informed me with a smile.

After Mrs. Parker left I heard her say to John in the hallway, "Here, I'll take that. You need to stay out of her room, young man. I'm not going to have any shenanigans going on in my house."

"But, Mom-" I heard John try to object.

"But nothing," she said. "I'm serious. Adult or not; my house, my rules. Clear?"

"Yes ma'am," John said.

I hadn't moved, straining to hear without going to the door. Mrs. Parker came back to the doorway and handed me the last of my luggage. She smiled sweetly before leaving and closing the door behind her.

I took a deep breath. I didn't know how I was going to survive a week on my best behavior. I decided to worry about it later as I started to unpack. I've been known to procrastinate as I'm primarily impulsive. John is the planner.

After checking my bags to make sure I had everything, I took out my makeup bag and my other toiletries, and I ventured out to the bathroom. The hallway and the bathroom had various pictures on the wall. I knew the photo of a girl in the bathroom had to be Jenny. I remembered seeing her in John's photos on his computer. She was really pretty, prettier in that picture than any in John's computer. I looked forward to meeting her.

I didn't wear a lot of makeup so there wasn't much to fix but it made me relax. I figured it might be too early to try to take a shower, though I wanted one really badly. I checked and found that my period was nearly over. Thank God.

Still in my travel clothes I sat at the dinner table with Mister Parker as Mrs. Parker finished up the meal and started putting it on the table. John had changed clothes, wearing a clean shirt and his cargo pants instead of his jeans. He looked relaxed as he kissed me on the cheek and sat down next to me. I kept my hands to myself, reminding myself that the Parker's were watching me very closely. I had to make them like me.

Supper was delicious. though the portions were too much for me. Compared to the Parkers I barely put anything on my plate. My mom called it supper too, but all my friends called it dinner. 'Supper' was a very traditional reference and I liked that too.

I chatted with both Mister and Mrs. Parker, telling them about Denver and listening to their stories of John's childhood. He was younger than Jenny and there were several stories of Jenny playing dress-up with John when he was a baby. It embarrassed him but I found it cute. I was an only child so, even though my best friend at the time, Angela, has moved in with us when she was sixteen, I didn't know what it was like to have a real sister or a brother.

After supper we all retired to the living room to watch television. I didn't really care about what was on. Mister Parker controlled the remote and Mrs. Parker chatted with me about girl things. I wasn't the type of girl to get into crafts but Mrs. Parker was, so we didn't share a lot of similar interests. This made the conversations inevitably return to John's childhood. We had him in common.

Thankfully, I got to sit next to John while I chatted with his mom. We held hands but neither one of us dared be more familiar than that in front of his parents. I kept telling myself that it was only one week.

After a few hours the conversation died down and we all found ourselves watching television. The local news, as well as the local advertisements, was funny to me. I was used to a higher production level in Denver. Though I found it funny and quaint, I also found it endearing.

Mrs. Parker said, "We normally stay up late but you've had a long day and you're looking a little tired. If either of you want to head off to bed, feel free."

I nodded and said, "I am very sleepy. Thank you for making me feel so welcome."

Mrs. Parker smiled at me and turned her attention back to the news. I kissed John on the lips. I resisted every urge I had to do anything more daring than that.

I went to the bathroom outside of Jenny's room and took a shower. I took my time. I felt dirty from my period as well as from the trip. I shaved my legs and crotch, only leaving the small triangle of orange pubic hair directly above my pussy. I usually waxed but my period had put that off and I didn't carry a wax kit on vacation.

Since I had forgotten my robe in my luggage I wrapped the towel around me and made the short trip to Jenny's room dressed like that. Everyone was still watching television on the other side of the house, so I had the area to myself. I closed the door behind me, took off the towel, put on fresh panties, and lay down on top of the bed.

I usually sleep in the nude except when I was on my period, and then I wore panties just in case. Despite the situation, I decided I wanted to do that here instead of wearing more clothes to bed. Besides the fact that it was too hot to wear more to bed, it made me feel naughty and I found that thrilling.

It took me a long time to fall asleep. I missed John. We always went to bed together, falling asleep in each other's arms. I loved him with all my heart. I was lonely.

I woke up horny.

Most of the time, I fucked John once or twice a day. The more orgasms I could get the better. We went to TSC, our sex club. We had other couples over. We threw our own sex parties. But when my period approached I got very cranky for a few days, demanding sex even more. John usually got upset with me for being so cranky but he also usually gave in and fucked me. Then, when my period started, I didn't want to be touched, other than to help me fall asleep at night. I knew that was really rough on John. Then, five or six days later, when I finally stopped bleeding, I became super-horny. I mean, hornier than at any other time of the month by a mile. I got an itch in my pussy that only the sweet friction of a real live cock stroking deeply in and out of my cunt could satisfy. Well, I was starting to feel that itch. My period was coming to an end.

I had gotten under the sheets at one time during the night but then I had kicked them to the side. My nipples were hard and I cupped my big tits in my hands and rolled both of them between my fingers. The sweet pleasure rolled into my brain, nearly blocking out my other senses.

At that moment, Mrs. Parker opened the door to the bedroom. I heard the clink of the knob an instant before the door swung wide. I was just able to throw the sheet over me in time to prevent her from seeing my half-naked body.

"Robin, breakfast is almost ready," she said sweetly.

"Okay," I replied shakily. "Thank you Mrs. Parker. I'll be right there."

Satisfied, John's mother closed the door.

I let out a great sigh of relief. I mentally scolded myself for not locking the door. I had a vision of her opening the door while I was fucking myself with one of the dildos in my luggage. Now, that would be a disaster.

The rush of almost getting caught left me wide awake. I got out of bed and dug into my luggage for my robe. It was a light and flimsy green satin robe that covered me to just above my knees. I tied it closed with the satin belt and padded to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushed my hair, put on a little makeup, and checked myself out. Sure enough, my period was over. There was still a week to go in this house. I had no idea how I was going to survive without getting fucked for a whole week. Pushing the thoughts aside for the moment, I made sure I was clean down there and ventured out to find breakfast.

Mrs. Parker knew how to cook, the smells of bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast drifting through the house. With her encouragement I took a plate and served myself. As I sat down I made a mental note to stop putting so much on my plate. At this rate I was going to gain ten pounds before we left for Florida.

Mrs. Parker joined me with a plate of her own as did Mister Parker. Both were already dressed, Mrs. Parker in a long dress and Mister Parker in overalls.

Halfway through my delicious meal, John showed up, also in his robe, the plaid one. He fixed himself a plate and sat across from me. He looked good. His dark hair was still wet. He looked clean and refreshed. I wanted to push the dishes on the floor and fuck him on that dining room table.

When he caught me looking at him he cocked his head to the side. I flashed him a lustful gaze. His eyes grew wide with surprise and then concern crossed his face. He understood.

The Parker's were discussing their plans for Christmas as I snaked my foot out and found John's legs. I'm short and the solid oak dining table was wide, so I couldn't reach his crotch, which is what I really wanted to do. So, I settled for caressing halfway up his inner thighs. In his robe his legs were bare and I felt the soft hairs sexily tickling my bare foot.

John's eyes grew wide with surprise. I loved that. I liked to shock John any chance I got. I guess it's a control thing. Of course, he knew me. He shouldn't have been surprised by that sort of thing from me anymore.

I found myself wondering if I was giving him an erection as he sat next to his mother, when Mrs. Parker caught my attention as she was in the middle of saying, "...so, Johnny, after church at ten-thirty, you'll go to Lake Charles with your dad while Robin and I clean up the house."

Yes, I went to church with John and his parents. Though I was brought up Catholic I had not been to church in years. I dressed in my most conservative black dress, which still had a neckline way too low and a hemline way too high. I threw on a sweater to cover the neckline. I couldn't do anything about the hemline.

Mrs. Parker gave me a skeptical look when she saw how I was dressed but she didn't say anything. Mister Parker, on the other hand, said, "Wow, you look good."

I thanked him with a quick smile.

John wore his best suit and he really looked good. My pussy was itching to jump him right there in front of his parents. I instantly regretted having put on a thong. It was going to be soaked before I got done with church.

Making everyone wait for me, I dashed into my room, Jenny's room, and changed underwear. When I re-emerged I locked the door to the house behind me and got in the car. The trip to Saint Theresa's was short enough that we could have walked there.

I definitely had the shortest skirt of any of the women. I received several disapproving glances. I tried not to care though looking at how some of them were dressed, jeans would have been a better choice. If it weren't for John's parents I wouldn't have cared, but I wanted so much to make them like me.

The service was only an hour long but it seemed like forever. I tried to ignore John's hand in mine, his body so close to mine, and how great he smelled. The itch in my pussy did not mesh well with being in church.

I was so thankful when it was finally over and, after greeting the priest, we piled back into the car and drove back home. An hour later John and Mister Parker were gone, driving to Lake Charles on some shopping mission, leaving Mrs. Parker and me alone. I changed into my cleaning up clothes, which consisted of a pair of very short green shorts and a nearly see-through green top. The top breathed well. I had on a sports bra underneath. My tits, though firm, were a little too big for me to run around without some sort of support.

Mrs. Parker tasked me with tidying up while she vacuumed. We worked for an hour and then took a break. I told her I was going to put away the rest of my luggage and she let me go. I'm not averse to housework; I just usually try to get by on the minimum necessary, especially when I'm that horny. But I really did need to put my clothes away.

Back in Jenny's room I opened her walk-in closet and took an assessment. The left side was filled with clothes of different sizes and styles. It looked like Jenny had tried out lots of different styles as she grew up. The back of the closet held shoe racks full of shoes. Oddly, the right side of the closet had a clothing rod with no clothes on it. Instead, there was big flat pillow on the floor and a small jewelry cabinet where more clothes would have gone.

I shrugged. I guessed it wouldn't hurt anything to pull out the pillow and move the jewelry cabinet further toward the back of the closet beside the dresser. That way I could hang up my own clothes on the unused rod as Mrs. Parker has suggested.

Though the jewelry cabinet was over three feet high it stood on long thin legs and was much lighter than it looked. I carefully moved it four feet down the wall to make room for my clothing.

When I was finished I examined my handiwork. The back of the wall was in shadow from the overhead light but the light from the window in the bedroom added just enough to make the dark brown wall visible. I almost didn't notice it but then I saw it. There was a three-inch wide hole in the wall about three feet off the floor. The jewelry cabinet had been obstructing it.

I almost ignored it as simple damage but then I noticed that it had black tape around it. Curious, I knelt down on the carpeted floor and looked more closely at the hole. It was not perfectly round but it had black electrical tape all the way around it, covering any rough edges. I knew what it looked like to me but I knew I just had to be wrong.

I put my finger in the hole and tapped a solid surface about three inches in. I felt around and discovered that the tape wrapped back down on the other side of the hole one inch in. So what accounted for the two extra inches? Was it possible that something similar to the jewelry cabinet blocked the hole from the other side? If so, what room would that be in?

I sat back on my ankles and thought about the layout of the house. The left wall of the closet was definitely an outside wall because the window in the bedroom shared the same wall. So, it had to be somewhere in one of the two room off that first hall at the front of the house. I wasn't good at spatial relationships but I was confident I could figure it out.

I put some of my dresses on either side of the hole, leaving a nice wide gap so I'd be able to verify that I had found where the hole led. The dresses were in case Mrs. Parker came in while I was at the front of the house. I still had a few clothes to put away but I zipped up my luggage and vowed to finish that before going to bed.

Mrs. Parker was ready to start vacuuming again and I told her I'd roam around and tidy up some more. She agreed, so I tidied the living room until Mrs. Parker started vacuuming the dining room. I waited until I was sure she was busy at the back of the house before I slipped down that front hall.

The first door was on the left and I opened it. It was a bathroom. The closet in Jenny's room was six feet across and this bathroom was way more centered in the house than that.

At the end of the hall was a folding door which led to a washer and dryer. It was possible that the hole terminated behind one of these but the surface I had tapped wasn't metal. I couldn't tell how close I was to the outside wall.

Directly to the right, also at the end of the hall, was a door. I got a sinking feeling that I knew exactly what I was going to find but I still had to go through the motions. I was also aware that I was overstepping my boundaries, but I couldn't help myself.

Glancing behind me to make sure that Mrs. Parker's vacuuming sounds were still coming from around the corner from the kitchen and I was not in her line of sight, I opened the door and slipped inside. I closed the door behind me and looked around.

John's room was all blue; blue rug, blue bedspread on his single-sized bed, and blue drapes. The windows told me that we were definitely against the outside walls. So, that would mean, sure enough, there was a door on the same wall as the door I had used to enter the room.

Knowing my time was limited, I quickly opened it and what I saw told me I was at the right spot. This was a six-foot square walk-in closet also. The right-hand wall of this closet was about six feet away from the outside wall.

The closet was laid out similarly to Jenny's. John's old clothes were hanging on the left side of the closet. There was a small dresser at the back of the closet. There were no clothes along the right side. I saw where there was room for a hanging rod but it had been removed and was standing against the wall. There was a portable stereo cabinet against the wall. It held three shelves, a glass door on the front, and a cardboard backing on the back, against the wall. It was on casters and contained an old stereo and a big CD player.

I didn't waste time as I entered the closet and rolled the stereo cabinet aside, into the center of the closet. There was a long tube on top of the shelf unit. It was about three feet long and was made from a Christmas wrap cardboard roll. At each end of the roll was affixed a small mirror set at a forty-five degree angle.

I grabbed the tube and sat down on the floor. There, right in front of me, was the hole. Looking through it I could see Jenny's closet and my clothing on either side. Oh my god, I had found it. My mind was racing with possibilities of what this meant. The hole wasn't covered on both sides by accident.

I looked at the tube in my hand again. Maybe the hole wasn't what I thought it was after all. I inserted the tube through the hole. It barely fit. It took me a moment to figure it out but sitting beside the hole, facing Jenny's room, and extending the tube past my clothes on the other side; I could see my luggage on the floor of Jenny's bedroom.

The vacuum stopped.

I pushed the tube the couple of inches it took to get it through the hole, quickly got to my feet, and swung the stereo cabinet back into place. I actually positioned it just in front of hole. I turned off the closet light but left the door open. I slipped out of the room with Mrs. Parker looking at me from down the hall.

"I was just tidying up John's room," I lied to her. "He can be messy sometimes."

She studied me for a second and then nodded. Whew. She seemed to accept my story.

I found myself wondering, did John use the periscope to spy on Jenny? That seemed obvious. What about the jewelry case? Surely Jenny didn't just accidentally cover the hole with it. Maybe she found out and blocked him from watching her. Was that all he was hiding from me? I had to know.

I ate lunch with Mrs. Parker as John and his father were still in Lake Charles. I didn't go snooping any more that day. By the time the men arrived back, we had the house completely cleaned and tidied up.

We changed for supper; I dressed up in my skinny jeans and a nice shirt while John dressed down to jeans and a t-shirt from what he had worn to Lake Charles. I actually used the periscope to watch John get dressed, just to see if I could. He didn't even notice or worry about the closet being open because he was in such a hurry. I caught a glimpse of his body as he changed. I loved him and I needed him so badly.

Life in the Parker household revolved around food and Mrs. Parker was an excellent cook. The other major activity was TV watching. I loved it to an extent because it was different than my lifestyle. Food was never my concern as I couldn't eat much of it and still maintain my figure. As for TV, I rarely watched TV unless you count porn. Well, during the workweek I might catch a sitcom or two but that was it. So, this was a different lifestyle than I was used to and I was already getting antsy for some real action.

Supper was delicious, as usual. After supper we sat with the Parker's and watched television. I held John's hand as we watched. The close contact set me off. I crossed my legs. I could feel my fuck juices flowing and I needed to keep them inside. I tried to be good and not jump John in front of his parents, though throughout the day I had grown hotter and hotter. I needed to feel his arms around me and his cock deep inside of me.

At one point, during a show that was holding the Parker's interest, John asked me, "Settle in good?"

I nodded. This was my opportunity to start stirring things up, so I looked up at him and said, low enough so nobody else could hear me over the sound of the television, "I found the hole."

John tensed and his face went completely white. For a minute I thought he was going to pass out from lack of blood. I found it funny because I knew he didn't want me to find out about it. That spoke volumes to me but I still had questions. Now, he hadn't lied to me yet and he had promised he never would. I was going to hold him to that and get the truth.

I decided to add to his stress level, I couldn't help myself, and said softly, "And the periscope."

John opened his mouth to reply but then remembered his parents were right there, so he closed his mouth. He looked panicked. For him to be this panicked, I wondered if the hole might actually be what I originally thought it was.

Finally, I patted his hand with my free hand and whispered, "Meet me at the hole at eleven and we'll talk."

I could see the wheels turning in John's head. I was going to need to be on my game to read him though the tiny hole. I couldn't have him make up some lie to tell me. I really wished there was someplace we could go and talk but the Parkers shadowed our every move when we were together, especially Mrs. Parker.

After the news was over I excused myself for the evening, giving John a kiss on his cheek. He looked scared to death, dreading the conversation I was determined to have with him. I smiled at him, trying to put him at ease just a bit.

I went to the bathroom, showered, shaved my pussy again, brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. Back in my room, Jenny's room, I locked the door and took off all my clothes. I was going to sleep in the nude once I got to bed, with the door locked this time. I made sure my robe was handy, though.

In the mirror I thought I looked great, my skin was pale with orange freckles on my neck, shoulders, arms, and face. They weren't too pronounced as I tried to keep out of the sun as much as possible. I used to hate them but others had convinced me that they were sexy. My hair was a long flowing mass of orange locks. My breasts were big, firm, and pale, topped with hard pink nipples. My tummy was flat; my figure slender and sexy. The small triangle of orange hair above my slit was cute and my pink pussy itched something awful.

In the closet, I pushed my clothes aside and knelt in front of the hole. I looked in and couldn't see anything. I had seen by the bedroom clock that it was just after 11:00, so I whispered, "John?"

"I'm here, Robin," he replied through the hole. His voice was tense, nervous. My senses were telling me I was on target but they also warned me to go easy with John.

"Oh, John, I love you. I don't know how much more of this I can take," I told him. I was avoiding the subject of the hole for as long as I could; letting him know my thoughts were of him.

John didn't want to talk about the hole either. I barely heard him sigh with relief. He asked, "Your period's over?"
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