Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. While all of the Shady Waters tales are for voyeurs, there are also a hodgepodge of other genres. In this chapter, there are incest and lesbian themes. I hope you enjoy the continuing story. All the characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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SUMMER
Days turned to weeks and months and suddenly summer hit like an atom bomb. Two cool wet weeks gave way to burning hot days that caught everyone by surprise. Everything and everyone was steamy hot.
The grass seemed to grow as you watched it and, in the willow trees down near the river, cicadas were doing their ‘chicka, chicka, chicka’ dance from early in the morning to well after sundown.
For once George had actual work to do… and he hated it! There was no time to do any of the things he liked doing – like lurking in the hidden corridors of the hotel, jerking his great big cock as he watched some hidden depravity, or fucking Alison Coleman… his sexy teenage slave.
He’d finally got the hotel’s pool up to scratch, but it had been a tricky job. He had stupidly turned the pump off during the colder months in an attempt to save money but his scheme backfired and he’d had to spend a small fortune on chemicals and maintenance to turn the green syrup in the big lagoon-shaped pool into swimmable water… but at least that job was done.
Then there was the hotel’s air conditioning. Several of the hotel’s units had decided to fail at the same time and the affected residents were howling at him to get them fixed. Their demands were making him tired and irritable.
To make matters worse Alison was hanging around trying to be helpful but his beautiful receptionist was nothing but a distraction. When she was around it was difficult to concentrate on anything, let alone working out why Mrs Garrett’s aircon unit wasn’t oscillating.
Right at that very moment, the slim sexy redhead was wearing one of his old Shady Waters work shirts. The logo on the breast pocket made it a cute uniform for the young apprentice. It draped down just past her hips… at miniskirt length so she could wear it like a dress. She had her swimming costume on underneath but, with those long legs disappearing up underneath it was really easy to imagine she was naked under there… and George had a very vivid imagination.
She looked so hot… but old Gladys was standing behind him asking stupid suggestions and making ridiculous suggestions. He couldn’t even take a break to fuck the delicious teen!
“How long is this going to take Carter?” said the cranky old woman. “I have bridge club here at four! Will it be fixed by then?”
“Yes ma’am,” he grumbled.
“I don’t know why it broke down anyway. These units are pretty new aren’t they? Still under warranty?”
“Yes ma’am, no ma’am,” he muttered, as the young girl, standing behind the old lady, flashed him a dazzling teasing smile and licked her ruby red lips…
The frustrated man couldn’t take it anymore. When Gladys went off to make a cup of tea he took Alison aside. “You’ll have to go Ali,” he whispered. “I can’t think what I’m doing when you’re around.”
“Can’t you spare five minutes Mr Carter?” she begged. “I need you really bad…”
She sounds like a drug addict, he thought happily.
“You’ll have to wait little slut,” he mumbled. “Go on… get moving…”
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BY THE POOL
The situation was frustrating for Alison as well. During these school holidays, she’d hoped she and Mr Carter could fuck a heap more… not just after school, but all the time. There was no reason why not because the big man could cum and then cum again pretty much straight away… but he was working all the time and his magnificent cock was impossible to get out.
Alison walked out in a huff and made her way to her bedroom. On the wall opposite her bed, she clicked the little hidden lock and slid open the hidden door. Without a backward glance, she headed into the warren of secret passages.
If Mr Carter is too busy for me I can entertain myself, she thought angrily. There’s plenty of cock in this hotel.
There were loads of options for the horny teen. The newlyweds in 3D… or the two boys in 1B… but she really wanted to find her brother.
Ever since she’d seen her big brother fucking old Mrs Etherege, Orville had become her darkest, most depraved fantasy and she’d started stalking him. She hadn’t even told Mr Carter about how she felt – and she told him everything.
She’d found he was always in one of three places…
The first place was Mrs Etherege’s, unit 2A. She loved watching him fuck the old lady. He was rough with her, doing anything he wanted… just getting his rocks off… but the old woman seemed to love it. By the time he was finished with her he reduced the old lady to a blubbering mess…
She looked through the lounge room slot, the bedroom slot, and the bathroom slot (Orville loved soaping up the old woman’s big tits)… but he wasn’t there.
The more likely place to find him would be the Carter’s apartment. These days Orville spent just about all his spare time with Petunia Carter.
Up until recently, Petunia had been a dead root. Her brother used to fuck the unconscious drunk while pretending she was wide awake. It was so sexy watching him fuck her, kissing her, and talking to her like she could hear him. And the slut would orgasm as well… often a few times.
These days she was sober and it seemed to Alison that Orville and the older woman were in a pretty serious relationship. They fucked each other even more now – doing stuff that Alison loved to watch – as well as a lot of time talking and kissing – like in a real relationship.
Whether it was Mrs Etheridge or Mrs Carter, Alison enjoyed watching both versions of her brother. He was like a Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde…
But he wasn’t at either lady’s place.
Then he has to be in his room, she thought confidently.
Like all men, especially young men, Orville spent a lot of time masturbating. Alison loved watching him fucking but watching him jerk-off was the best… his cock was breathtaking.
She’d had several enjoyable interludes looking into Orville’s bedroom. Her big handsome brother would either stretch himself out on his bed with his cock in his hand or surf porn on his computer. The lube on his massive dick would splash about with a wet, shlock, shlock, shlock sound and she’d rub her horny pussy in time with his jerking… inventing dreamy scenarios where he would be fucking her with that lovely big dong… blowing his wad inside her instead of wasting it on the floor… or his chest… or on his handsome face… sometimes into his wide-open mouth… mmmmm…
She hurried through the hidden corridors to their 2C apartment, past her room, and down a bit further to Orville’s bedroom. Sliding the hidden flap aside she peered through.
Let him be here, she preyed. Let me see his big cock…
…but the room was empty.
Frustrated and disappointed she was about to go back to her room and use the handle of her hairbrush when her big handsome brother came in. He’d been taking care of the only other thing that a teenage boy’s body needed… food.
Thank god, she thought to herself. She unbuttoned Mr Carter’s shirt, pulled her bikini pants down her thighs, and settled in to watch him.
He was grasping a sandwich of some kind. She watched him take three quick bites and rest the remainder on his desk.
Without a plate! What a pig, she thought with girlish disgust. There’ll be crumbs everywhere…
…but as he munched he reefed his T-shirt over his head and pulled his shorts down and Alison forgot all about his table manners. Her big brother was naked.
He picked his sandwich up again and, standing right in front of her as if he knew where she was, took another big bite. His big dong, hanging down between his legs, flopping about in time to his chewing.
When the last of the sandwich was in his mouth he finally gave the girl what she wanted. Taking his cock in both hands, he lifted it up and squeezed lovingly. The lovely big prick started to grow…
As his jaws chopped and swallowed he gripped and fondled it… cupping his balls with the other hand…
Ah yessss… he’s gonna do it, she thought, sliding her hand between her pussy lips. Come on Orvy… time for a quick cum before lunch…
…and for a moment it looked like he might do just that…
Mmmmmm… how different he looks to Mr Carter, she thought. Her boss had a big belly where Orville was slim and muscular… six-pack abs and that long lean band of muscle from his belly button down to his cock…
Come on Orvy, she prayed silently. Lay down on your bed… let’s have a little play…
Instead, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and, pulling on his swimming costume, tucked his semi-hard prick inside. Before she knew what was happening he had a towel around his shoulders and was out the door.
Dressed like that there was only one place he could be going. As soon as she heard the front door close she was back in her room and then out the door following him, padding barefoot through the hotel foyer, and outside to the pool deck.
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Old and young, it was like the whole hotel was there, catching some sun or cooling off in the water. There were people everywhere… some were guests, of course, strangers just passing through, but most were her neighbors, people she’d known her whole life.
The big rounded lagoon-style pool had a bend in it like a capital L. She walked down the main length, weaving through the crowded recliner lounges like she owned the place. Alison knew all their sordid little secrets. The hours and hours she spent with Mr Carter, peering in at what they did behind closed doors, gave the teen the confidence to wave at some and ignore others.
Around the bend she found Orville stretched out on one of the white blow-mold recliners that were scattered about. He was laying on his belly under a shady old rubber tree plant, pillowing his head on his crossed arms.