The Amazon River Box - Chapter 1

Nelson couldn't believe how tenacious it had taken him to come up with his idea as he hurried home plate from school. His box from Amazon was supposed to arrive today, and he didn't want anyone, especially one of his sis to find it before he got it safely out of sight.

Nelson was a fairly normal looking senior, with unretentive blond hair and a close adolescent soma that had caused its honest plowshare of friendly ribbing over the years. Fortunately, he had a ready smile and was a genuinely squeamish guy so the teasing was always good natured and friendly.

He thought of some of that comb-out as he rode his numeral 62 royal Oaks bus towards home, but only until he caught sight of the jolly blond with the scant skirt sit down on a sideways facing seat. He took that as his cue to find a seat across from her in the hopes of peeking up her skirt. He wondered what form of teasing he would be subject to if his friends new the lengths he would go to, to get a flush at a pretty girl - any pretty girl.

The idea of how what to do with his package, and of his friends, were put to one English as the lady friend wriggled out of her rucksack. The total time Admiral Nelson willed the girl's peg to spread, but unfortunately she was far to minor and kept her knee joint locked together. Lord Nelson was amused at how flying his kernel was beating in hopes of seeing her panties, or maybe, if the fortune were smiling, her naked pussy, if she had chosen not to wear panties.

With only 2 plosive to go, the miss leaned over to get something from her packsack that she had put on the floor beside her, and to Nelson's pleasure, as she did the bus hit a pothole and the girl slightly lost her equalizer, and twisted as she was, she had to shift her legs to recover it. What this meant, was that for a legal brief minute, certainly LE than 2 seconds, the girl's left leg was outstretched a bit forward, but mostly to the side, giving Nelson a nifty opinion of her crotch. The view was so splendid that the genitals of her bikini panty was stretched all-inclusive, and failed to cover the entirety of her cunt. Not only could Lord Nelson see that she trimmed her pubes, but that one integral lip had slipped out and could be seen.

Not quite as proficient as a bare kitty sighting, but those were few and far between ! The day, already promising to be a upright one, had rewarded him with this treat, and an iron hard cock that Nelson was thankful he could cover with his own backpack.

As the bus pulled to a full point, half a block from his house, Nelson got up and smiled at the pretty female child, who looked at his knowing grinning curiously, obviously absolutely unaware that she had just given Nelson quite a treat. In fact, Nelson was so caught up on the computer memory that he almost forgot to try to peek down her top, and only remembered in metre to mark that her bra matched her step-in. ..

Viscount Nelson walked quickly, covering the half block in phonograph recording fourth dimension, even knowing he should have at to the lowest degree half an hour before his step-sisters typically got home base. Sure enough, the stereotypical Amazon box was visible from the walkway as Viscount Nelson neared his house. There it was, leaning against the front door and Nelson's heart began to race again at the potency it offered. The fact that it was still sitting there was cleared evidence that he was the maiden one home and even though he hadn't been worried, he was very relieved.

He unlocked the threshold, grabbed the box and went in, pausing only to recoil off his horseshoe as he made a beeline for his room, with his treasured box in helping hand. Not only did he marvel at the possible, but for a fleeting here and now, he also suffered stab of buyer's remorse, knowing that this box represented near of the money he had saved from his summer job lifeguarding.

After dropping his knapsack on his desk and putting his precious box on his bed, he returned to his sleeping room door and carefully closed and locked it before returning to his box with a penknife from his desk in hand, to carefully slit the tape measure holding the box shut.

Moments later, with the box now open he began to overstretch out the content. On top was a CD in an envelope with the software installation instructions on it that he would need. Under it were the 2-dozen spy tv camera that he had been researching for the end few weeks. His pet were the 4 cameras mounted in fully useable smoke detectors. He liked these not only because they were his only hi-res 1080 tv camera, but also because they could be both channelise and zoomed, anywhere in a 180 degree arc.

Under that were 4 USB charging adapters for wall plug ins that housed one point of focus 720P cameras. Beside them were a wide 8 stopple in deodorant spy television camera, also with 720P result. Nelson had selected these because, as plugins, they would never require shelling replacement and could broadcast 24/7 with no problems.

Next, he pulled out the clock radio and tissue box television camera. The clock receiving set was upright because it was also a hype in, but the tissue paper box would need barrage replacement.

Finally, he looked at the 6 micro-cameras that he would make to recover places to install.

As he put the cobbler's last of the bubble wrap back in the box and looked at his pile of cameras he heard his sister, the 19 year old college freshman outburst into the business firm the way she so often did. He listened to her as he frantically pushed the Amazon box out of sight and gathered up all his cameras and put them in his closet.

As was so typical, she ignored Viscount Nelson's very existence and he could discover her walk up the stairs to the light mansion that contained his room, hers, and their honest-to-goodness sister's elbow room, as well as the bathroom that they had to share.

After a brief intermission in her elbow room, presumably to pretermit her bags or whatever she had been carrying, he heard her walkway into the bathroom on the former side of meat of his bedroom wall and come together the door. Then instant later he heard her sigh of moderation as he listened to her pee. He couldn't tally the multiplication that he had tried to think the wad of her sitting on the crapper. In fact, it was this very act that had provided Admiral Nelson with his inspiration to buy the spy cameras. Try as he might, he simply had not been capable to excogitate a programme to cut a hole in the wall that wouldn't have been immediately visible, on one side, the other or both.

As he listened to the flow of piss hit the body of water in the sewer arena he unzipped his pant quietly, and pulled out his already rock hard 5 in cock, visualizing her slit, this time, looking just like the one he had glimpsed on the bus. He slowly stroked as he closed his eyes in imagination. He almost came, but wanted to bask the here and now so slowed down his hand to draw near stillness as he listened and thought that this time tomorrow, if all went well he wouldn't have to imagine any more, but could watch !

After his sister left the john Lord Nelson went in with one of the air freshener tv camera and plugged it into the wall socket immediately in front of the sewer. He noted the indicant light come on briefly and then go out as the heater element began to warm the fragrant ‘ sea grass'odour in the modest liquid tank. He would feature to retrieve to stock up on those so that there would be a keep excuse to have them about the house.

He then went back to his way and got out his laptop and the software system initiation CD that had come in the box. It turned out to be a simple installation, but a complex program as it offered innumerable settings for the Wi-Fi signals, mogul saving settings, visual and audio settings and so on. In fact, it took Horatio Nelson almost an hour of cussing and muttering under his breathing spell to get the camera in the bathroom up and running. However, it immediately became obvious that his efforts would be well rewarded. The standard acme of the plug in put it pointing at exactly where his babe'kitty-cat would be. As he sat on his bed, staring at the image of the toilet he got his cock out and began to stroke it again, and almost as if on cue his babe walked in to the scene.

The precum instantly began to seep from his cock head as for the first clip since they were all picayune he got to see his sister's cunt. She was wearing blue jean and a sweatshirt, and she nonchalantly undid her pants and lowered them and her panties instantly bring a very hairy crotch into heap. Unfortunately, she didn't push the pants below her stifle so they totally blocked the sight of her hairy slit as she once again peed, but this time Viscount Nelson at least had actually seen her cunt, and now roll in the hay that she neither shaved nor waxed.

His orgasm came so quickly that he almost shot his load all over his computer keyboard, and he barely had time to aim it onto his own jersey clad bureau. This perfectly coincided with his second survey of her crotch as she again stood and pulled first her step-in and then her pants up.

She hadn't wiped ! He made a genial short letter of the duad of panties to go looking for them later as he was hoping for at least some residual flavour if not taste.

He was lost in a post-orgasmic shock as she walked out of the bath, banged once on his doorway and called out"I'm off to Susan's - back by supper ”.

Only then did he frantically search for the criminal record settings, only to observe that he had missed them and he had no way of replaying that amazing slew. Only the certain knowledge that there was much more to ‘ cum'kept him in good liquor. He then set things up to record any time there was motion, even though that would have in mind he would give birth to sift through dateless hours of useless video.

As he waited for the front threshold to slam dance, he pulled off his tee shirt, making sure to continue the sticky mess of his cum from getting on anything else. He then tossed his shirt in his washing hamper and grabbed a different one before deciding which smoke sensor to set up first.

Ultimately he wanted both of his sister's room totally seeable as well as his dad and step-mom's. Watching his dad fuck his hot footmark mom was almost as high a antecedency as watching every moment of his sister's au naturel consistency as he could.

As the for the first time cam would already potentially catch both his sisters he decided to take reward of an abandon house to swap out the smoke sensing element in the master sleeping room. It turned out to be far comfortable than he had thought it might be. After figuring out how to put the infantry stool in his dad's bedroom on his bed so he could get hold of the locoweed detector, all it took was a few turns of a Phillips screw device driver to pop remove it from the ceiling. The short conducting wire connector was just as universal as the instructions claimed and slid out of the petty plug and back into the new one. Replacing the prison guard in the old holes was even easier than taking them out had been. In fact, the biggest hassle was putting the bed back the way it had been so that there was no evidence that he had even been in the room.

Once safely back in his own elbow room he got his laptop computer out again and finished the set up for this second camera. He spent almost an hour fiddling around with zooming it in and out and steering it to look at unlike parts of the bed, or the flooring in front of the fireplace or the BM by the vanity as he pictured his dad fucking his step mom like in all the porn he had watched of MILF's getting fucked.

Even though Mandy ( his stair mom ) dressed very sexily, she didn't actually ever tease Horatio Nelson and he had never seen her naked, and had had to do work very arduous to even seem up her bird the 3 time he had successfully seen her panty. He was very much looking forward to having his own birdie's eye view of their action. He barely had time to go back in to the victor bedchamber's en-suite to add another air freshener and then he swapped out the USB courser on the night standstill beside the bed, carefully aiming it so that he would have a skillful view.

As he was fiddling with the place setting he heard his ‘ mom'and dad get home, shortly followed by his sister. Mom started supper right away and Amy ( his stone's throw sister ) dominated the conversation with talk of how nice it would be to have Mandy ( his other step sister ) home from college for Thanksgiving. Of course, Nelson had trouble concentrating on the conversation as he was looking forward to locking himself away in his elbow room and watching the house.

After supper, dad went out to rake the lawn and mom went market shopping to ca-ca sure that the house was fully stocked for Mandy's return. Amy went back to her friend Susan's and that gave Admiral Nelson just enough meter to install the other 3 hummer demodulator. One in each of his babe'rooms and one in the living room. As well he distributed the USB plugs in his sisters'suite as well as one in the keep room. The Tissue box also ended up in the living room even though he wasn't indisputable why.

He then went back to his room and set up his laptop to exhibit any television camera that had detected motion.