Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <!--ADULTSONLY--> Thank you to all the many people who have sent me messages saying how much you have enjoyed my stories and suggestions as to how the story might continue. I read them all and your suggestions definitely influence what happens next. Sorry I cannot reply but keep the feedback coming. ***PLEASE SUPPLY FEEDBACK ONCE YOU HAVE READ THIS STORY, ALL COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS WILL BE GREATLY WELCOMED*** Brad also realised that he had to engineer a situation where Lucy could get the house to herself. This was not difficult as Leanne was on day shifts again and would not be back until 9pm. Brad wanted to make sure that any action between Lucy and Tom happened in Lucy's bedroom so he could watch. That Sunday night, Leanne was away out with her boyfriend so Brad got a chance to put his plan into action. Whilst they were both watching TV, Brad told Lucy that he would be late home on Wednesday night: Brad: Hey Luce, I'm gonna be late home on Wed night, you ok with that Lucy: er, sure Brad: mum's not home until 9 you know Lucy: that's fine, I'm not a little girl (rather annoyed) Brad: don't tell mum, she doesn't like you home on your own Lucy: ok, what time will you be home Brad: about eight Lucy: what you doing Brad: can't tell sis (winking) Lucy: what's her name? Brad: who Lucy: the girl your meeting Brad: haha - you know me pretty well Lucy: yeh Brad: Belinda (completely made up) Lucy: who's she Brad: just some lucky girl Lucy: you're such a tart Brad: I can't help it if the girls can't resist the old Brad charm Lucy: you are so full of yourself Brad: if you've got it....... Lucy: so how old is this Belinda Brad: fourteen Lucy: cradle snatcher Brad: haha she's only a year younger Lucy: corrupting younger girls is a crime Brad: yeh like she not already corrupted Lucy: how do you know Brad: my mate Dylan did her Lucy: she's such a slag Brad: no she's not. She just likes to have some fun Lucy: would you do someone who's thirteen Brad: mmmmm, dunno, breaking in virgins is not my thing Lucy: what if she wasn't a virgin Brad: maybe, depends Lucy: on what Brad: whether she was really keen. I wouldn't like try and talk her into it Lucy: cos that would be wrong? (sarcastically) Brad: well yeh, I could probably persuade them into bed but I wouldn't want them regretting it afterwards Lucy: so as long as they make all the running Brad: suppose, anyway I'm not exactly mixing with a lot of thirteen year old girls so it's not an issue Lucy: what about Alyssa Brad: what about her Lucy: she fancies you Brad: she does Lucy: yeh, would you do her Brad: er, I dunno Lucy: she's not a virgin Brad: really, the little cock ride Lucy: yeh, so would you do her Brad: dunno, maybe Lucy: don't you think she's hot Brad: yeh, but she's only thirteen Lucy: what if she made all the running, like you said Brad: mmm, dunno, what has she asked you to ask me Lucy: yeh, kinda, don't say anything Brad: shit, well, she is kinda cute Lucy: so you would then Brad: well, I dunno, I don't need some soppy thirteen year old trying to be my girlfriend Lucy: what if she just wanted to sleep with you Brad: maybe, she is kinda hot and if she's already been broken in then suppose I might Lucy: your definitely a tart Brad: was this a wind up, you little bitch (laughing and teasing) Lucy just laughed. Brad went back to his room to study. Lucy came into her room later on whilst she did have some more dildo fun, she was under the covers and the lights were out so Brad did not get to see anything. Brad thought about Wednesday night and whether Lucy would invite Tom back. It was a long shot but if Lucy really did want to do it with Tom, then it would be the ideal time. Brad also thought about the conversation with Lucy about Alyssa and he instantly got hard. How would she respond once Lucy told her of their conversation. Brad's mind wandered back to Wednesday. He was in a dilemma, should he not come back to the house and record all the goings on in Lucy's bedroom for later viewing, the safer option. Or could he sneak into his bedroom before Lucy got home a watch it live. He already knew what he wanted to do. Patience was not going to win so he decided to fake being sick during the last period and go home early.