Chris accidentally witness his neighbor fucking his own daughter.
“You’re grounded, young man,” barked Mr. Thompson, his face a thundercloud of displeasure. “Two weeks! No TV, no video games, no going out with friends. You’re to stay in your room and think about what you’ve done!”
Chris slammed his bedroom door shut, feeling the full weight of his punishment. He glanced at the skylight above, his secret escape to the rooftop. It was a simple act of rebellion, climbing up there to smoke a little weed, but it had always made him feel like he was on top of the world. Now, it was his only source of freedom in his newly confined world. With a quiet sigh, he reached for his stash and his skins, preparing for his nightly ritual.
Once on the roof, the cool summer breeze washed over him, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from Mrs. Rodriguez’s garden next door. He sat down, crossed his legs, and lit up, inhaling deeply. The smoke filled his lungs, and he held it for a moment before exhaling into the night sky. As his eyes drifted to the neighboring house, the lights from Rebecca’s room shone through her open skylight like a beacon. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity as he saw shadows moving within.
Sometimes, when the angles were right, he’d catch a glimpse of her changing. It was an innocent peek, really. A flash of pale skin as she shifted her clothes, the outline of a young body still blossoming into womanhood. Tonight, however, the scene unfolding was far from innocent. The shadows grew more distinct, and his heart raced as he realized what was happening. There was no mistaking the form of Mr. Higgins, her father, bent over the bed where Rebecca lay, his face buried between her legs.
Chris’s eyes widened, his smoke-filled exhale hanging in the air like a frozen gasp. He felt a mix of horror and fascination, his mind racing with questions he didn’t dare voice. She seemed to be enjoying it, her hips rocking slightly to meet her father’s rhythm. The sight was both mesmerizing, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away. He’d heard rumors about Mr. Higgins before, whispers of his drinking and his temper, but never anything like this.
He leaned closer to the edge, the joint forgotten in his trembling hand. The sound of Rebecca’s soft moans carried on the breeze, and Chris felt his own body stirring in response. It was wrong, he knew that much, but he couldn’t deny the dark thrill coursing through him. The intimate scene unfolded before his eyes, each new detail etching itself into his memory like a hot brand.
Mr. Higgins’s hand slid up Rebecca’s stomach, his thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, and he responded by pinching it lightly, making her gasp. Chris felt his cock thicken in his pants, his arousal growing despite the sickness in his stomach. This was something he wasn’t supposed to see, something that didn’t fit into the neat world he thought he knew.
The shadows grew more frenzied, and it was clear that Mr. Higgins was stripping his daughter, preparing her for something even more depraved. Chris’s heart hammered against his ribs as he watched, the high from his weed suddenly a distant memory. The room below was bathed in a soft glow, and the sight of Rebecca’s naked body was almost too much to bear. She was beautiful, with the promise of a woman but the innocence of a girl.
Mr. Higgins stood, his own pants pulled down around his ankles. His erection stood engorged and proud, and Chris felt a strange twinge of envy. Rebecca’s dad approached the bed, and without a word, Rebecca turned onto all fours, presenting her tight, pink asshole to him. The scene was like something out of a twisted pornographic film, but it was happening right next door, in the room of a girl he had known all his life.
Chris’s mind screamed for him to look away, to do something, but his body was frozen and his cock was hard. He watched as Mr. Higgins lined up his cock and push it into her ass. Rebecca let out a clearly tensed as her father’s cock breached her. She looked up, her eyes meeting Chris’s through the skylight, and for a heart-stopping moment, she didn’t seem to react. It was as if she knew he was there, had always known he was there, and she didn’t care.
The reality of the situation crashed into him like a tidal wave. This wasn’t just a secret moment he had stumbled upon; it was a dark, twisted part of her life that she shared with her father, and now with him. He didn’t know if he was more disgusted by what he was watching or by the fact that he was getting off on it.
Mr. Higgins’s hips pistoned as he approached his climax each thrust grew more urgent than the last. Rebecca’s face was a picture of pain and pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in silent cries. Chris’s hand unconsciously moved to his own erection, stroking it lightly as he watched the obscene dance unfold before him.
And then it happened. Just as Rebecca’s body tensed, her back arched in the most extreme of pleasure, her eyes snapped open and locked onto Chris’s. She saw him, and in that moment, he knew she wanted him to watch. Her orgasm washed over her, a silent scream of ecstasy and agony, and he watched as the muscles in her face contorted into a mask of pure release.
But the spell was broken when Mr. Higgins, sweat glistening on his brow, pulled out of her. Panic surged through Chris’s body, and he threw himself backward, his heart racing. He scurried away from the edge of the roof quickly, before he could be seen.