A moment later the boy pulled his cock from his sister's cunt. His prick glistened in the light, moist from that sweet, hairless cunt. The girl stroked her brother's cock lovingly, smiling up at him. She saw the girl's lips move as she said something to him. Then both the boy and girl gathered up their discarded clothing and turned out the light as they left the room.
Honey stood up on shaking legs, then moved cautiously back to the sidewalk. For the first time she noticed the garage was open, and a car was inside. So, she thought, the parents must be home, but in bed.
On impulse, Honey scribbled a note and placed it beneath the wiper blade of the car. It said: Do you know your children are fucking each other?
CHAPTER THREE
The next day, Honey regretted leaving the note.
Perhaps, she thought, the drapes will be drawn from now on. I won't be able to see any thing again.
Honey was right.
That night she found every drape in the house drawn tightly, not even a sliver to peek through. Lights were on in the house, but she couldn't see in. She walked the neighborhood, the only person out that late. She found nothing else of interest, and finally returned home disappointed. It had been a mistake, she felt, to have left that insane note. She had gotten the boy and girl into serious trouble, and she had lost an exciting house to peek into at the same time.
The next day she went to the park, hoping to see them, but they weren't there. Honey was starting to feel very bad about the note now. She had not wanted to get those sweet kids into trouble, and especially to lose the most exciting scenes she had ever come upon. It had been idiotic to leave that damned note on the car.
Again, when it was almost midnight, Honey prowled the darkened neighborhood. Nothing was going on, and she passed the home that had been so exciting to her before. Again there was no place to peek in. Indeed, the house was dark. But the garage was open, and the car was parked inside. Before she knew it, she was in the garage ready to leave another note.