Peeping at Janice

"PaaH"

Janice slapped James so hard that his cheeks were swollen.

Then a punch to the gut followed, he reeled back in anger and pain. It's not like it's his fault alone, who was the one made him kneel? While James silently complained, he didn't protest.

Janice then kicked him in the knee, more punching and kicking followed like a mindless madman. James wanted to protest, but in the end he took advantage of her, even if by coincidence, so he became silent.

When James didn't react back, she finally gave in and stomped her way back to her room. James stood up, smirking. It's always best to not utter any protest with her, for then she will tire soon. That's a thing he learned form a decade of beatings.

He shrugged the pain off, and walked back into the room. He was going to sit down when his sight once more fell on the book with its spine turned golden. He remembered the key also taking it out; he tried to see if both of them having anything to do with each other but his efforts are futile.

In the end, he just decided to see what the book had to say now. The first one about the 'Love triangle' didn't come true, but second one about 'Losing his V-card' did. Maybe the one now will as well.

He opened it, as the golden page formed words.

[As soon as what is red turns black, an overheard conversation usher forth the rise of suspicion]

"Huh, what's with the sudden secret language, why can't you just say it directly" James looked gloomily.

"Forget it; I'm lazy to think of this anyway" James closed the book.

That evening as the sun is setting he decided to go watch Netflix when he came across Janice's room which is partially open. He could not help but peep through the gap and saw her sitting on the bed facing the door; she had changed her dress now wearing a short pleated skirt. She was busying scrolling her phone, which is not the old one he saw before. It looked new.

Because the angle and she sat with her legs spread, he could make out her red Panty with floral patterns. James embarrassed at peeping at her like this got up and left.

When the sun had set, he heard the bathroom door close upstairs. He frowned as Janice doesn't like to shower at this time, she usually like to take a hot bath just before sleeping.

'May be she wanted to sleep early?' James guessed. Then he got a call, it is his friend.

"Hello Erik! Yes, you have what?"

Look, I know it's my fault but really the memory card should be in the Rias doll I gifted you

"That does not explain why you left your secret po*n stash with me"

I'm sorry, really, but I could not think anything else. My sis is getting suss, so I had to hide it somewhere for the summer

Eric is an otaku in all way so when he gifted an anime doll to him before last year ends, he didn't find anything suspicious. He just thought he is trying to entice him to watch anime with him like he always do. But who knows Erik is more cunning than him, he had hidden a memory card containing his Po*n stash in the doll to avoid his strict sister's detection.

Hanging up on him, he went back to room to search for the doll, but no matter where he searched he could not find the doll.

"Where is it? Did I lose it?" James didn't take it to any other room, so it had to be in the room…"Or in Janice's room? May be I left it there by mistake" James thought it's possible so he went out. Janice is still in the bathroom showering, so he cautiously sneaked inside the unlocked room. As soon as he did he started to search for it without messing anything, but even after 10 minutes he can't find it.

'Damn, it's not here. I should leave before Janice return' Just when James decided to go back, he thought of something and looked under the bed.

There it is discarded under the bed.

"Got it" he quickly crawled down to reach it, grabbing on to his doll, he was making his way out when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. He knows then he is really fucked up.

If he got caught in her room, Janice would skin him alive. He quickly went back under the bed, just in time as Janice entered the room. She had a yellow towel around her chest.

She returned and went before the mirror, she removed her towel slowly. Admiring her body as she did, James who had been hiding under the bed could not believe this, nor could he look away. Janice then spend few minutes on just admiring her body, pinching her small nipples, sinking her fingers in the soft ass cheeks, and inspecting her vagina.

James didn't know if all the girls were this obsessive to check their body, 'May be that's why woman tends to get ready late' James mused when he heard Janice say.

"At least she didn't spoil this body. she is a fool for hating this body…" She pulled her nipples, "…with plenty of potential to grow" While James didn't exactly understand what she meant, he had to agree on the potential. He had seen her mother; she had the biggest papaya he ever seen.

"Well, I should be thankful to her for hating it, or else it would not be this easy…" she grinned evilly before, he started brush her hair. By now, James had grown impatient, it's not that he dislike seeing a naked girl, instead he had been holding his pee for a while now.

'Finish already damit!' James cursed; finally Janice braided her hair, which is a surprise since Janice never likes to braid her hair. Then she went and bent under the closet, from the bed James could see a bag under the closet.

'IS this where she keep her hidden toys?' James watched curiously as she laid low like a frog, her ass towards James' face. This made her unknowingly flash her hairless pussy and ass crack. James is hard so much that it hurts.

She stood up and walked towards the bed, James felt his heart go cold as her naked feet is just before him then she sat on the bed with her feet dangling.

"He he…James can't resist this…he he" he heard her giggling as James went into disbelief.

'What is she planning?' the first thing he thought is she is planning something terrible for him.

Then she lifted one of her leg, after a few shake of the bed, they came down, covered in a black see through clothing