Grace Wilkinson - Family night

Her clear, hazel eyes sparkled now at the thought of what Antoine, the hero of the movie had done to Carita beside the swimming pool of her estate. But right now she was wondering just what her brother had been up to, and why he had called her name if he'd thought she wasn't there!

She wondered too, if she should tell him of her new discovery. She decided to wait a while before telling him how she'd been passing her mother's bedroom window had discovered that one could see perfectly clearly into the room… right through the sheer curtains. She'd realized at the time that her mother would have no reason to pull down the shades since there were no neighbors behind them, and ordinarily no one was in the narrow area behind their house. It was a narrow alleyway, and nothing grew there but weeds, and behind that a large wooden fence divided their property from the vacant lot next door.

The small ranch style house was situated upon a medium sized lot in the dry flat area outside of San Francisco that spread out away from the city towards the airport. Even though the area had originally been designated as middle income, the property had been rapidly deteriorating around them since they'd been living there and MaryAnn had heard Don say to her mother that soon they would move to a more desirable place, maybe in Marin County where he usually worked, and where they would not have to listen to the sounds of the jets overhead night and day, or hear the whooshing traffic from the highway.

MaryAnn settled her small compact body into Rick's desk chair and picking up a comb from his desk, began to comb through her long straight hair. She was thinking about how much she hated the house, and although she was not really too fond of Don thus far, she nevertheless hoped that his promise that they would move would turn out to be a reality. She knew that in other, higher class houses you could not hear through the doors and walls, and she visualized this one fact as a possibility that all of their lives might one day return to normal.

But what normal meant, she was no longer sure. Normal was supposed to be having both a mother and a father. The mother stays home and takes care of the house and children while the father goes out to work. She was glad that her mother no longer had to go and sit typing in an office in the city every day, returning home late each night pale and haggard, but somehow now that she was home when she and Rick returned from school, it was more of an annoyance than anything else. She was almost like a stranger to them now, wearing her hair in odd new styles, constantly rearranging the living room furniture… experimenting with weird recipes that usually didn't turn out too well. When they got home she'd most often be bustling nervously about the kitchen, on the verge of tears because she'd misgauged still another Julia Child recipe, and Don's dinner was not going to be what she had hoped.

Then, when and if the kitchen situation ever got under control, they would see her rush into the bedroom to change into one of her new outfits before Don got home. She'd return, flushed and made up, looking beautiful but a little out of place in the Early American style living room, in a flowing gown of diaphanous chiffon, or see-through culottes that started at her navel, topped with a light revealing blouse.

"It's funny," MaryAnn suddenly said, breaking the long silence between her and her brother, "how we were so glad in the beginning that Mom was going to get married… and now it's turned out to be so awful!" She continued absentmindedly combing her hair, unaware of her brother's curious looks from the bed.

"Yeah," he replied. He was watching the curve of his sister's young breasts, beneath her blouse as she raised her arm in the easy combing motion. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra, because he could see the firm round protrusion of her nipples, tight and small, pressing against the white cotton fabric of her clothing.

"Would you like to see what they are really doing in there?" MaryAnn suddenly asked. She hadn't intended to, but somehow it had just slipped out. She couldn't keep it to herself any longer. What good was a secret anyway if you didn't tell someone?

Rick felt his recently satiated young penis leap to attention beneath the soft blue terry-cloth of his wrap-around. What did she mean by that? His eyes never left the button-like tips of his sister's breasts as his mind began rapidly working.

"Sure," he replied casually. "Why not?"

Whose hands had caressed his sister's teenaged bosom, he wondered, mentally running through the boys he knew were in her class at school. Technically, he knew that she was not yet allowed to go out on dates alone… only group gatherings. But knowing MaryAnn, he was sure she could have easily gotten around that. Oh, she was full of surprises, his older sister!

"Well, I haven't tried it yet," MaryAnn continued, at last replacing the comb to her brother's desk. "But…" she stood up, and Rick saw that the crotch of her denim shorts had gotten caught between her thighs. He gulped as she wriggled a bit and pulled down the fabric. How did it feel there between her young, luscious white thighs when the material got bunched up there? he wondered. It must feel good, he thought, trying to put himself in her place.

"But…" MaryAnn continued after a dramatic pause, "tonight we can go see for ourselves!"

"Go see… but where? What do you mean!?"

"Out back!" MaryAnn replied impatiently, with a sharp gesture toward the window, as though Rick were addle-brained for not understanding immediately. "You can see right in their window!" she finally added, seeing that her little brother's face did not yet appear enlightened.

"B… bbb… should… I mean… do you think we ought…?"

"Well," MaryAnn bristled, having already thought it out in her mind, "we can hear everything, can't we? What's the difference if we see it too?"

There was no moon at all, it not having risen yet, when MaryAnn entered Rick's room through the bathroom. They were usually not in the habit of knocking before entering each other's rooms, but tonight, MaryAnn tapped lightly before entering. She was very excited about what they were going to do, but decided to hide as much of her nervousness as possible from her brother. She had never for a moment faltered in her determination to spy on Don and her mother. It served them right! But she knew that Rick was not quite as enthusiastic about the whole thing as she was. Therefore, the more natural she acted, the better.

She was wearing her dungarees and sneakers… (for climbing) and one of her favorite sweatshirts. Rick was sitting up in bed, also fully clothed, but wearing a light T-shirt over his levis. It had only been an hour since MaryAnn had left his room, promising to return at the right moment for their adventure, but it had seemed like ages to him. The waiting had been sheer torture, and he'd found himself hoping that his sister would change her mind about the whole thing! It just seemed too daring… and he was not at all sure that he really wanted to see them! How would he react? He was afraid of doing some stupid thing in front of his sister, something that would forever cast him out of her good graces.

But now it was too late, and MaryAnn had arrived as promised. She told him of how she'd listened in the hall as Don and their mother ate a late supper. They'd had lots of wine, and after dinner drinks, she confided, and then giggling, they'd turned out all the lights in the house and gone into the bedroom. Now was the time to go out back, and there wasn't a second to lose!

Rick had felt his anger rising at the very story of their intimate supper and the part about the giggling had him fit to be tied. Feeling feverish and on edge, he stealthily followed his sister out his window, jumping softly to the ground beside her on the outside. The sweet scent of Eucalyptus trees greeted them as they made their way around the other side of the house where they could already see a yellow patch of light shining from their mother's bedroom.