The Secret Window Pt. 02

Days have dragged by slowly for Gary. His thoughts have been plagued by naked images of Paige. It has left him frustrated and miserable, even depressed. He doesn't know if he upset her, if she felt embarrassed by their exhibitionist event, or if she was just playing with him and has gotten bored and moved on. Not knowing is probably the worst part for him. He'd prefer that she just get mad and tell him to stay away, it'd make things easier. Deep down he aches for her to return with her bright smile, her big, green eyes, and those perfect tits dangling in his face.

"Argh," he exclaims in frustration. He berates himself for not being able to control his thoughts logically. He tells himself she has probably forgotten about him and isn't feeling the same things he is feeling. It's been many days since that night, seven actually. He's been keeping track without meaning to do so. Only a week, he tells himself for the tenth time. He's acting like some lovestruck adolescent highschooler.

He's been unable to read any of his books at night without his mind drifting from the story and focusing on images of Paige, especially her face as she orgasmed with him. In his mind her face sparkled, was framed with angelic feathers and a halo floated above her head. Obviously, that wasn't how she actually appeared, but she might as well have, her gorgeous beauty was so extraordinarily amazing. Perfection personified.

The first couple nights he actually left his window open and laid on his bed naked while trying to read a book. Failing miserably he would watch porn, staying up later than he should have been trying to find a video with a girl as beautiful and alluring as Paige. But none compared to her, not even close. Frustratedly jerking off to some blonde bombshell with large, fake boobs.

The next couple nights he still kept his window open but went back to wearing his boxers. He was able to read a little bit in snippets, but inevitably he went back to scouring the porn sites for someone, anyone, that could remind him of Paige and how she made him feel. No one had ever aroused him so thoroughly as she had done. His wanting of her had consumed him so completely that he could conceive of no other substitute.

After that he didn't bother to open the window anymore. Depression and resignation at being abandoned sitting heavily upon his morbid outlook, self-pity threatening to use him as her personal whipping boy, he has certainly become her bitch. A pathetic one at that.

Tonight is the first night that he has been able to focus on his reading, at least marginally. His thoughts still wander to her, but he is able to shake himself free of their grip and return to his book. He feels himself becoming drowsy and lethargic, but he stubbornly continues to read. It will be the first night since that 'night' that he hasn't jerked off to thoughts of Paige and some lackluster porn video distracting him from what he fantasizes about the most.

He awakens the next morning with the book laying on his chest and feeling that his sleep was more fitful than restful. Another night has passed, is it getting easier he wonders?

The next night it is more of the same, and the next, and so on. Until yet another week has passed. He is finding it easier to push her out of his mind and he only needed to jerk off twice in the past seven days, improvement.

Tonight, the heat is oppressive. Finally, he has an acceptable reason to open his window. He waits and puts it off as long as possible, essentially lying in his bed drenched in sweat. Even his fingers are leaving slightly damp imprints on the pages of his book, which mildly irritate him because he takes such meticulous care of his books. Books should be treated with care and respect.

Exhaling with the slightest hint of a deep, guttural growl he slides over to open his window. Immediately cooler air wafts past his body, tingling the sheen of sweat draped all over his body. It almost feels like he has dipped his body into a pool of cool water. A subtle shiver slips winsomely up his spine as the air continues to excite the beads of sweat hanging like overlapping pearl necklaces all over his body.

Leaning his back against the side edge of the window but remaining in his bed, he faces away from the opening, steadfastly ignoring that direction. He lets a small feeling of pride pervade through his thoughts at his insignificant triumph. The words splayed across the page of his book recapture the attention of his thoughts. Time passes and he relaxes, enjoying the cool night air, forgetting about his job, his life, his frustrations and the rest of the outside world.

*Click*

Oh no, he thinks as he looks over his shoulder.

Paige's window slides up to reveal her long shirt hanging over her body like some obscuring cloak of deception. As the window rises up higher to its peak he sees her lithe arms framing both sides of her face. Her long, blonde hair curls down in slow, sultry waves that crash below her shoulders and further down to her upper chest. It is only a moment, but he studies every subtle contour of her sylvan face. The smooth cheeks articulated above the chiseled jawlines that lead down to her full, pouty lips. She has a wide mouth, her lower lip sticks out just slightly as she tenderly bites down on it. He can easily imagine those puffy lips slowly sliding down and back up the shaft of his rigid cock leaving behind a trail of her mouth's nectar.

Crowning her face like miniature lightning flashes are her dazzling green eyes, which are now studying him in deep thought. How he wishes to know those thoughts, moreso to know that she feels about him the same way he feels about her.

"It's been another hot day. I've been dying while waiting for it to be nighttime so I can open my window again." She states plaintively.

Her lassitude towards him speaks volumes to his fears and worries as to why she has been gone for so long from him. It confirms that he has been suffering in solitude, that she has been indifferent to him. Deep down, he knew it was the strongest contender to explain her absence. She simply lost interest.

She cocks her head slightly to the side and he can tell that she is slightly inquisitive from the look on her face, then she asks, "How about you?"

He responds immediately, like a knee-jerk reaction, "I'm fine."

Her eyes tighten just at the corners in puzzlement but then she continues, "What have you been up to?"

He is still sitting on his bed leaning towards the window and she is sitting on her bed facing him with her shirt draped over her crossed legs obscuring her body except for her arms and face.

He holds up his book, "Just the usual things, reading my books." He accidentally adds just the slightest hint of joviality to his words while trying to effect a certain degree of apathy towards her.

Ignoring his response, causing him a slight twinge of irritation, she begins recounting the events she has been involved in. "Well, I've been making progress on the nudism front. I've been coming to the breakfast table with either panties and a crop top or shorts and a bra. So far no exclamations from either parent. Progress, I think, admittedly slow, but I think that is the best strategy at this point."

"Sounds like you are getting closer to your goal."

"I think I'm about ready to try wearing only panties and a bra. I don't know, maybe I will give my parents some more time to adjust. I feel like I should come up with something for my brother to do to participate but for him to only wear boxers and be shirtless is an acceptable norm."

He responds, "Ok."

She continues nearly oblivious to his noncommittal attitude, "Speaking of my brother, I let him watch me masturbate the other day. It was actually incidental, but it seemed only fair since I have seen him masturbate on more than one occasion."

"How did that go for you?" Gary inquires, grudgingly gaining interest.

"Well, I had already started and he walked in my room. He sat down on the bed near me and I finished with him watching. It was a bit more thrilling, but I think it might have been better if he had joined in."

"You mean touch you?" His voice carries a note of hopefulness.

Chuckling she says, "No, I mean he masturbated while I masturbated. No touching."

"Do you want him to touch you or vice versa?"

Considering for a moment she continues, "I don't really have any interest in having him give me a hand job or vice versa."

"Then why do you lie in bed together naked?"

"Honestly, we are just cuddly people and enjoy the affection."

"And he has never had an erection during those times?"

"Actually, he usually does. In fact, he will spoon me and place his erection between my ass cheeks. It feels... comfy."

He recognizes a familiar arousing heat permeating throughout his body as the imagery she describes entices visions of her and himself in similar positions.

"And that doesn't elicit a sexual response for you?"

"Being naked doesn't necessitate sex, as I've stated before. But I am a girl and having a hard dick pressed to my ass does feel arousing. To my knowledge, brother-dick doesn't have some special anti-sister texture to repel me."

"So, with that being said, you don't think that it might lead to sex with your brother?"

"Well, that's a bit of a loaded question. First, I don't really view things like that. I don't see lines or paths to be crossed, I really just go by what I feel in the moment. So, I don't really have a fear of that happening. Secondly, physical contact doesn't denote sexual activity or sex to me. Whether I touch his erection or even give him a hand job doesn't come across as sex to me, but would still be sexual to a particular intensity. There was no penetration so it's not sex to me."

"That leaves a lot of gray areas I think. What about your father? You have mentioned sitting on his lap without wearing panties."

"Again, I don't think seeing my father's erection or even touching it is sexual. It could be a learning experience and nothing more. Do you think if I started showering with my mother that after I set a precedent that I could simply shower with my father?" She looks at him with genuine curiosity.

"I'm pretty sure your father would respond the same as I would if you were my daughter and walked in on me while I was showering. Mother and daughter showering is socially different from father and daughter showering."

"And what if I wasn't your daughter? I was just, say, a friend of your daughter's at my age."

"Whether you were a friend or not of my daughter has little to do with it. It's just that you are female and I, like your father, is male. But if you are simply asking if you could shower with me, then I would enjoy that without complaint." He adds the last part with a definite note of hopefulness.

Giggling she says, "I had no doubt about that. But back to the point, I was wondering if I could convince my father to be ok with nudism through something that is not inherently sexual like taking a shower. But, I guess not."

"Are you hoping to use masturbation to get to that end?"

"I don't have any interest in masturbating with my father, nor have I ever fantasized about it, but if I could use self-gratification to get to acceptance for nudity then it might be something I would consider. Not to mention it would mean more eyes on me. Is that something fathers would consider doing?" Again he sees the innocent curiosity.

"Only the ones that have that fetish." He retorts.

"The father-daughter thing?"

"Yes."

"Do you have it?"

The question catches him slightly off-guard, but decides to answer as honestly as he can. "I don't have any desire to have sex with my daughter, at any age. But I will admit to watching the incestual porn videos. I'm not sure of the exact appeal to me, but I find the mother-son and brother-sister dynamics more interesting than the father-daughter ones. I would guess it has more to do with the roleplay and fantasy aspect than actually doing it in real life."

"Interesting."

"Do you want me to have it?" Now he is feeling curious.

She responds indifferently, "It doesn't make any difference to me. If you have it or not doesn't bother me. I can't really speak much to sex of any kind, because I have never had sex, but I have been involved with sexual activity of varying intensities with my friends."

His interest has been piqued again because he knows that whatever she answers to his next question will not be anything close to what he was expecting.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly does that entail?"

"I have 3 girlfriends that I have done stuff with. I'm straight, we were just experimenting and it's nice when Cindy tongues my pussy to orgasm."

And there it is, he thinks to himself. Her callous attitude and lack of inhibition floors him. How can she just drop bombshells of this nature without any kind of agitation or excitement?

"And you have performed the same service for her?" He didn't really know what else to say at this point.

"Sure, a few times."

"Your apathetic response suggests it wasn't something you found exceptional or overly pleasing to do."

"Not really. Physically I don't enjoy going down on girls. I like that it makes my friends feel good though, and I'm happy knowing they'll return the favor."

"It's good that you like giving pleasure to your sexual partner. Some get too focused on their own pleasure. Any particular reason why you mentioned Cindy over the others?"

"I guess Cindy came to mind because she's really good at it. She could be gay or bi. Jessica won't use her mouth on pussy at all and Macy is kind of like me, willing but half-hearted. And it is kind of fun to see what sounds I can make them make. I don't know if that's a sexual thrill I get, but the little moans and stuff are cute."

"The moans are an excellent way to gauge how good you're doing. Sometimes the moans can be more arousing than the act itself. To hear sexual pleasure vocalized in such a way can be very intense and it does lend a certain controlling aspect to the situation." He feels his excitement increasing.

"For me they are more funny than arousing, but for some people sure."

"Would it be more arousing hearing the moans from a man then? Or probably be just the same?"

"I don't really have the context to know. That'd probably be more attractive but only if I was attracted to him personally."

Deciding to redirect the conversation a bit he says, "I take it Jessica has no qualms of letting one of you lick her pussy though."

"Jessica thinks it's kind of weird, and mostly prefers other stuff. Cindy will still eat her out sometimes once she's turned on enough."

"Jessica prefers other stuff?"

"Jessica likes her tits played with and her clit rubbed and fingers in her pussy. She and Cindy don't have their... God I'm actually forgetting my words. Is It maidenhead?"

"You got it. So do you not like having your tits played with as much as your clit? Or is it just ok for you as well?" He's definitely feeling a different heat now.

"Both are good. I should mention most of the overtly sexual stuff is recent and based on only a few examples. We started doing physical stuff together recently. Historically, we would just masturbate in a room together."

"Ah, I see. So, it is still new and exciting and something you look forward to with more than a little anticipation."

"It's fun. Kinda diminishing returns though, not sure if there is much further to take it."

"How did it all get started?"

"I don't remember really, but I do remember that Macy, my bestie, was the first to eat me out."

"I'm sure that was a very interesting conversation between you and Macy the first time she went down on you. I'm sure you were both very nervous."

"I was more curious. And she was dared to. It could have been nothing or it could be great. It was pretty good. To be honest, I still prefer getting myself off with company, but I also appreciate physical touch and Macy and Cindy prefer this and I don't want to be a bitch."

"Awful magnanimous of you." He says in jest.

She chuckles, "So, back to the father-daughter thing. If your daughter develops the same interests as me, would you permit it?"

"I'm not sure, really, maybe if her reasons were similar to yours."

"Would it excite you?"

"I don't think it would, but if it did, I would probably discourage it. I wouldn't do anything untoward with her."

"Hmm. Okay. So you wouldn't do anything untoward with her, but another girl of the same age would be fine?"

"Sure." His heart is pounding at the direction of her questions.

"And if you decided to join her, how do you see that going?"

"It would depend on her reactions I guess." He can barely contain his excitement under her predatory gaze.

"And if the sight of her caused an erection and she saw, what then?"

"I think we have already answered that question by our actions the other evening, but if she wasn't opposed to it then I would masturbate to her." He can't help but wonder if she wants to masturbate with him again.

"So, that would be ok." She says more as a statement of fact than a question.

"What are you really asking me here Paige?" His thoughts are nearly pleading for her to say what he is dying to hear.

She looks down and chews on her lip, while her fingers seem to tie themselves into knots over and over. She says in a very small voice, "Do you think what we did was ok?"

She looks up at him and into his eyes with concern riddled deeply into her gaze and she is still biting her lower lip.

Empathy pours out of him like a dam that has just broken loose. She looks and feels so delicate and fragile in this moment, he yearns to hold her and protect her. He wants to soothe away her worries and her fears, but due to the physical distance blocking them from touching he must refrain and settles for words of compassion.

"Paige, to be perfectly honest, I think what we did was completely natural for two consenting adults. You are an adult now. You have bloomed into womanhood. And I must say that you are the most extraordinarily beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"You don't think I'm weird?"

"No, Paige," he says with a reaffirming smile.

She coyly smiles back at him as she stretches her legs out from underneath her shirt, "Thanks."

His gaze drifts down the full length of her long, lithe legs. The muscles ripple very appreciatively and her skin seems so smooth and unblemished. Her kneecaps don't protrude obnoxiously and even her toes look perfectly shaped. As he lets his gaze wander slowly back up her calves, her slightly parted legs allow him to see her shapely inner thighs. His gaze stops at the edge of her shirt where it covers that small sanctuary where her legs meet and join back together. He lets his gaze linger on that hidden spot remembering what he saw in that shadow last time.

"Something you are wanting to see?" She smiles knowingly.

Looking up into her happy eyes he smiles and says, "All of you."

She chuckles deeply, which gives a hint of an arrogant tone, before she says, "That could be fun."

She has mostly dropped the fragile demeanor and it has been replaced with a playfulness that leans more to the coquettish side of that spectrum. She lets her fingers slide up to her neck and under her chin before dragging them back down to her shoulder where she hooks a finger under her shirt and slowly pulls it off her shoulder. The shirt falls to the crook of her elbow and drapes over the full, roundness of her nearly exposed breast. The hem of her shirt clings to the top curve of her breast like a rock-climber on a cliff right before they repel off the edge.

His gaze is fixated on the exposed round mound of the top of her breast. He marvels at its shape and wonders how soft and firm it would feel in his fingers and especially in his mouth.