She Likes To Watch

She Likes To Watch

Sara Taylor’s parents liked to party, she had always known that. So it was no surprise when her thirteenth birthday turned into their celebration and she was shuffled off to bed. Sara’s birthday had fallen on a school night, so it was agreed that they would just have family over for cake and ice cream and Sara could have a sleep over party on Saturday with all her friends.

Sara’s Grampa and Grama were there, along with an assortment of aunts, uncles and cousins. There was also one other guest who stood out among the Taylor crowd. He was a tall, muscular back man named Daryl. Sara’s father explained that Daryl was new in his office and he had invited him over to meet the family. He was welcomed by all, and as cake and ice cream vanished from plates, soon wine, vodka and rum were brought out for the adults and the kids were encouraged to play in the yard or watch a movie.

Sara went to bed at ten. Those family members with kids had packed them up and headed home, and as Sara climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she saw the last of the revelers settling into the living room. They plopped down on sofas and recliners as her Dad broke the seal on a fifth of tequila and arranged limes and shot glasses around the coffee table. Her Mom’s sister, Aunt Jill, slid in next to Sara’s Dad on the floor in front of the coffee table eager to move on to shots. Her boyfriend, Kevin, sat back in a recliner while Daryl, her Dad’s new friend from the office, sat forward on the sofa. Sara’s Mom stumbled into the room, already a bit tipsy, and noticing her daughter lingering on the stairs, made a bad attempt to hide what she was carrying.

“Time for bed, Sweetie,” she said and she giggled drunkenly and dropped down on the sofa, nearly falling into Daryl’s lap. Sara was not supposed to know that the glass ornament in her Mom’s hand was a pipe, but she did. She found it in the bottom of a drawer while snooping through her parents’ things, along with a bag of what looked like green herbs, and an assortment of plastic vibrating toys. Sara wasn’t supposed to know what the pipe and herbs were for, but her friend Kelly had an older sister who smoked weed. Kelly told Sara all about the little bag of herbs. Sara didn’t need anyone to tell her what the toys were for.

The clock read 1:37 am when Sara woke up. It was a noise that woke her, she was sure. She shook the fuzziness of sleep out of her head and listened intently in the dark. During the past year, Sara often woke in the night to noises, and her parents were often careless about closing their bedroom door at night. Sara liked watching them fuck.

A hot energy tore through Sara’s body and focused its power between her slender thighs. She slid her damp underwear off and climbed out of bed in her t-shirt, pulling the hem down to cover her naked bottom. She slipped out into the hallway and listened. It was dark and she could see that her parents’ bedroom was empty. This wasn’t surprising. Over the past year Sara had spied on them fucking in many parts of the house. What was surprising was finding Kevin, her Aunt Jill’s boyfriend, asleep, or rather, passed out on the sofa downstairs.

Sara stopped on the top step surveying the site below her; Kevin, an empty bottle of tequila, a half empty bag of herbs, and most intriguingly, a pile of abandoned clothes; blouses, jeans, bras, a skirt and panties, all of which Sara recognized as having been worn by her mother and aunt that evening. Music was on the stereo, but suddenly, above the bump and grind of Avril Levine (Sara’s CD) was the sound of laughter, and something else Sara recognized, coming from the patio out back.

Sara tiptoed across the cold hardwood of the kitchen floor. The door to the patio was open and the light was on. Sara could hear the jets of the hot tub purring and the water boiling, and something else…

“Oh, fuck, yes, oh fuck, oh God, ugnnnn…” Sara recognized her mother’s voice as she crept to the window over the kitchen sink for a peak, but it took her a moment to make sense of what she was seeing out on the patio.