I’m done. I know I am, I can’t help it.
I grip a branch with one hand and fumble to free myself with the other, the cool air hitting my stiff cock like a slick of ice water onto hot tar.
I groan softly to myself, suddenly aware that I need to be quiet as well as still if my show’s gonna continue.
I grip both branch and my own wood even harder, hugging myself against the tree to keep a lower profile as I peer around the thickness of the gnarled old trunk.
She’s moved back from the window, studying herself in a full length mirror.
Her thick chest balances out the most perfect set of hips I’ve ever seen. And an ass that I know has my name on it.
I’m a big guy, and I know just from looking that she’ll be the perfect fit for me.
My legs between hers as I grip those childbearing hips… filling her with my-
I moan again, louder, as I feel a thick line of precome run over my hand as my cock starts to twitch already.
I cover my mouth again, tasting myself and biting down both sides of my jaw, trying at once not to come and not to make another sound.
I need to save it for her… to fill her with it, not jerking off in a tree like some damned caveman.
But who is she?
I need to know, and what’s more, I need to get inside that house and stake my claim before anybody else happens past.
What if that was her boyfriend or husband leaving just now?
Like my wanting to blow my load, I can’t even bring myself to think about her like that.
She’s mine because I saw her first and that’s just how it’s gonna be from now on.
Mine!
If she is alone, then I need to keep watch over her. That’s what I’m telling myself to justify me being up a tree by her bedroom window with my dick in my hand.
Tossing her T-shirt over the mirror, I watch her move away from the window towards the bathroom before she stops, turning her head to one side so quickly I’m sure she’s figured out I’m watching her.
She moves out of sight, passing only briefly again so I can see she has a towel wrapped around herself now.
Dammit!
“Dad?” I hear her calling out, her Southern accent only slight, huskier than anything else. Like she’s been screaming all day and her voice is almost breaking when she says certain words.
I’ll make you scream all day… and all night.
My heart lifts once she comes back into her room, sliding off the towel after gnawing at her lip, staring out the window past me, out into who knows where or what in her mind’s eye.
I watch with fascination as she eventually turns, and leaving both the bathroom door and shower curtain open, I continue watching over her as she showers.
The sheen of cold water on her body is the sugar on top, like a special treat when I already feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She runs her hands over herself, but I can see she’s hesitant, almost ashamed. But there’s something of a coy smile playing on her lips at times too.
I can’t figure it out. I don’t need to figure it out, I just need to enjoy this as long as I can and try to keep my hands off myself.
Once she drops the soap though and bends over to pick it up, lingering as it slips around I know I’m done for yet again.
I groan loudly, not even caring anymore as I start to work my cock frantically, needing to get some relief as I realize how helpless I am at the sight of her naked like this.
I want to hold it, I really do. I’m trying.
I see her own hand slide through between her legs, all soapy as she makes a few passes over her sex, cleaning herself.
I hear a rumble of thunder and some lightning flashes right overhead.
It mutes some of my animal cries as I feel the come rising up my shaft as my balls clench, as I-
“Ah! Ooooh! Agggh!”
…As I fall out of the tree right before I climax, landing on my back, my dick still twitching in my hand as the weather breaks instead, showering me with warm rain in huge drops as the sky lights up and the deep rumble of thunder continues as night finally takes the sky.Chapter ThreeFaithI sleep late, late for me anyway, and even through the storm overnight which I can smell before I even open my eyes. I shiver a little too, the air’s cooler, and I’m all tangled up in my sheets.
My hand somehow stuck down between my legs too.
I remember Dad leaving, opening the windows. But after that everything is a little bit like a dream, the dream I feel like I’m still in when I think about the feeling that’s come over me.