Preperation

It always amazes me how careless people are. They live in a nice neighborhood, the houses are not

too cheap, the property not tiny. But they don’t lock the backdoor and the alarm is not armed, so I

got in quite easy.

I stacked them out for quite a while, learned their schedule and habits. Mary was in her mid-30th,

worked as an accounted in town. She was just my type, Asian, quite tall with long legs, ample breasts,

stunning would be fitting.

Her daughters, Jenny and Megan were almost as hot as her. Not yet fully blossomed at the age of

eighteen, identical twins. They lived alone with their mother, the father had left 3 years ago to get

killed in Iraq. Three hotties all alone with nobody to protect them, how could I resist?

I parked some roads back and casually walked to the house. It was mid-morning, most people already

left for work, the houses empty save for the occasional housewife.

My target was empty, she had left taking her daughters to school half an hour ago and after that she

would head for work and stay till noon. The girls would return early afternoon as it was the last day

of school before summer. So I had the house to myself to get comfy and prepare for the fun.

I slipped by the house in the back which was unoccupied and climbed the fence into the garden, put

on leather gloves and entered through the kitchen door, the lock opened without any damage. It was

nice and clean, the smell of bacon and eggs still lingering. Adjacent was a large living area with big

windows to the street covered with curtains. I stopped and listened for 5 minutes, no sound at all, of

course. The bathroom and pantry were empty so I headed upstairs. I found three bedrooms. The

master bedroom hat its own bathroom, the smaller ones where sharing another one. The bathrooms

were facing the front of the house with the bedrooms to the back, which was just fine with me.

The master bedroom was dominated by a massive four-poster bed that was quite stable, just as I

liked it. I started rummaging through the closets to look for anything interesting, careful not to make

a mess of things, I didn’t want to alert anyone yet. In the nightstand there was a small 9mm, loaded

but no spare ammunition. I unloaded it and put it back. There was a bit of jewelry, a folded flag and

lots of clothes and lingerie. After looking through the last drawer I found the interesting box I was

hoping for. It was a nondescript shoebox in the back of the bottom drawer, filled with toys for the

naughty wife. Some handcuffs, length of rope and an assortment of vibrators accompanied by a anal

plug. They would not have seen much use since the departure of the late husband, I would change

that. I put the box back and headed for the girls room.

They were typical teenage-bedrooms. Small beds, a closet and a desk. Walls decorated with posters

of some boyband I didn’t care to know. Schoolbooks and Computer on the desks, nothing special. I

checked the closet in the first room, according to the books it was Jenny’s. No funbox in there, not a

single toy. Sweet and innocent, I liked that. The closet in Megan’s room had a well hidden pair of

play-cuffs and a vibrator, this was going to be so much fun. The beds were very much to my liking,

small but with a sturdy iron frame providing enough possibilities to tie someone up.

I left to check the basement. The stairs were concrete and didn’t make any noise, which would be

very good. There were only small windows letting in enough light. It was filled with the usual stuff

always found in basements. In a drawer at the workbench I found what I was looking for, a loaded

clock, presumably of the late husband accompanied by a box of spare ammo. I pocketed it and

hunted for the phone connection box. I carefully opened it and exchanged the fuse with a broken

one, after closing it I replaced the seal. I pays being prepared.

I headed upstairs again to check the kitchen. I should have checked it first, but curiosity got the

better of me. I found no hidden weapon or panic device. Maybe they felt safe enough with the gun in

the nightstand.

I checked the time, half an hour before mommy would come home. The tasergun was fully charged,

just as the spare one. I checked the keyholder and found the keys to the front- and backdoor. I locked

the backdoor again. No one could look inside from the backyard, the windows at the front were

covered with curtains. I stashed my bag in the corner behind the couch where it would not be

noticed and checked the time. I headed back upstairs to peek out the window for her car. There she

was, just on time. She was alone in the car so I got back downstairs to hide behind the couch.