Swiss' point of view.
Once we came back from doing giveaways, Helen left home.
Fada was going to have a meeting with us, but because we couldn't find Helen, the meeting was postponed to another day.
No one in the family knows where she went to, but in my own case, I have an idea of where she's at.
Where else could it be, if not Wilson's house? Actually, I myself don't know the exact place Wilson lives. So, the next time Helen will be going to visit him, I would go with her, so I could know where to find her next.
Her line was dialed, and despite the ringing of her phone, she did not pick it up.
Fada came to me and asked if I knew where Helen was. I said no.
Before long, Mother came, and did the same thing. She asked if I knew Helen's whereabouts. I replied to her with the same answer that I gave Fada, No.
I was still in my room. Now that I had confirmed we were no longer going to have the meeting anytime soon, I parked the stuff that I used for my making love actions, and I put them in my backpack one after the other.
Suddenly, my door opened, and I quickly drew a cloth on the stuff to hide it.
It knew it was not any other person than mother.
She sees me as the youngest, and always barges into my room without me giving her permission to come in.
Not to lie, my heartbeat stopped for those seconds, my head was raised high up, and I felt a slight headache from the fear of "having been caught".
Mother who noticed nothing but had been carried away by the thought of finding Helen, asked me if Helen was with me.
I furiously replied to her as I shouted, "You are asking me that for the second time in just two minutes".
"Oh, sorry", she said.
She regretfully helped me close my door, and went her way. That was close, so close. I parked my stuff and sneaked to the woods where I normally have my fun.
I was wearing a very short skirt, a blanket was laid down by me, and I sat on the blanket.
I took out a spinner, and started rubbing the tip of my hole. After a while, the love-making stuff was inserted into my hole, and I commenced digging my hole with it as I was squeezing my milky sack with the second hand.
I had enough fun to my taste, and I went back to the house.
Ace's point of view.
Fada was baffled by the fact that Helen left home without anyone knowing where she was. Another is that her phone was ringing, and she didn't pick it up.
Fada was so scared of what could happen to her. She's a tough girl that can easily create trouble, so Fada was frightened that maybe she might get herself in some sort of trouble.
In my mind, I was like she is no longer a small girl. She should be fine, and this is not the first time she has gone on an outing.
She will be nineteen soon, and Fada would give himself hypertension on the issue of a grown woman who is probably enjoying herself wherever she is.
His attitude prompted me to the idea that I should track her with her phone.
I told Fada about it, and he happily gave me a thumbs up.
When I tracked the phone, I realized the place she was in was not a public place. I knew my sister would be at a lover's place, judging by the voices discussing in the background over there, and Fada would get himself killed thinking she was in trouble.
I lied to Fada that she was at a pub, and she might be watching a soccer match, and she probably put down her phone. Perhaps she doesn't want to be distracted.
Fada bought it. Why not? Helen is someone that loves watching soccer matches. She even sometimes skips meals because of it.
When Fada mind got peace, and went back to his room, I used the camera of her phone.
I could only see the roof of the room where the phone was. I was mentally disturbed because I couldn't see what she was doing, and I wanted to confirm if she was making love.
Then, an idea came to my mind. The idea of using the phone's microphone.
I closed the door, and inserted headphones into the computer set. The phone was hacked, and I have no doubt now, because I could hear clearly the voice of my sister. She was screaming with pleasure. I recorded it and saved it hidden on the computer.
That was bad though, a very bad habit I will call that, but I still did it.
I shouldn't be looking into somebody's private life because I could hack their phone.
I did that because it somehow made me horny because of the bad imagination I was having.
Absolutely nothing has gone through my hole my whole life. It was only my finger that got to the tip whenever I was washing.
But that intense screaming pleasure made me have second thoughts.
Whenever I am around males, they always show their interest. They always confront me to say they wanted my sexy and perfect body. Maybe it is now the time for me to have a boyfriend too.
Helen's point of view.
Today, I enjoyed making love with Wilson, and I really felt the pleasure in it so much.
When Wilson was done early, I was angry, because I wanted more than that.
He begged me to not be annoyed that it was because I made him long for it for too long.
Fortunately, he was still in the mood because his hard was still standing, and pointing towards the roof.
I immediately put it back into my hole, we started again, and the feeling was still very lovely.
Unlike other times, I enjoy every bit of it now.
But when we were done and satisfied, we got ourselves laid on each other, enjoying the aftermath.
Not so long afterward, I started feeling pains in my belly again. An extreme pain that once again landed me in the hospital.
Now, I am having second thoughts about not making love for the rest of my life, if by chance I survive this belly pain that seemed it going to take my life.