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Chapter 7 by Tantalus Tantalus

Does Jake wait for the order? Or follow his mom or Amy upstairs?

He follows Amy upstairs

My stomach felt hollow, and I was beside myself with what to do. I had two choices, sit and wait for the food or follow the girls upstairs and see if I could have some fun.

Mom looked so incredibly sexy in her work clothes, and the thoughts of doing to her what I had done to Nadine made my cock ache. However, the thought of Amy’s obvious flirting and flashing me dominated my mind. I never knew she felt like that and it made me wonder exactly how far she would be willing to take it.

I made my decision and I headed to my room, stripping off quickly and activating my power.

As usual, I checked the coast was clear and then slipped out of my room and into the hallway. I headed towards Amy’s room, seeing that she had left the door ajar, giving me just enough room to peak and see that she was getting changed. Her damp hair told me that I had missed the shower, but as I stood there, staring at her in her large dressing gown, dejected that I had missed my chance, she dropped the gown to the floor and turned to face the door.

Her c cup tits were not as big as Nadine’s or Mom’s, but they were much perkier, and the light areola stood proud and erect. She moved around the room, opening cupboards and bending to check the lowest shelves, it felt like she was putting on a show, giving me a view from all angles.

She got the outfit she had chosen together on the bed, a grey tennis dress and knee-high grey socks. No panties had been chosen. She moved closer and closer, checking boxes and wardrobes until she was just beside the door.

“I know you’re watching me Jake,” she whispered, only loud enough for me to hear, and with a jerk she flung the door open.

She looked disappointed and started mumbling to herself as she closed the door and went back to the bed.

“I heard the floorboard, I know I did,” she glanced towards the door.

With a pout she grabbed the clothes and began getting changed, putting on the tennis dress first, no bra and panties, and then sitting at the end of her bed as she pulled the grey knee highs over her legs.

She wanted to catch me. That much is clear, but then what?

With my head full of questions, I quietly snuck back to my room and got dressed. I didn’t want to miss the food and I could have more fun once I had filled my belly.

What next?

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