Breaking Chasity Part One: Low-Fi
This summer began as a peaceful new beginning to me as the wife and I were enjoying the serenity of the empty nest. My stepson joined the Armed Forces and his sister found her great love dishing out French Fries at a local fast food joint. All was a bit too perfect; I lounged in my underwear all day if I pleased and had no limits on the decibels I could power through the television or stereo.
My wife stepped between me and the television with the dreaded ‘I need a favor’ look on her face. I never refused her.
“Can Chasity and Kev move back in? They’ve got to get on their feet.”
“I don’t even care.” I growled.
The house was full within forty-eight hours.
Chasity, the stepdaughter, was twenty years old but carried the woes of a careworn forty year old. She had gotten a bit think since I had remembered and always bitched and moaned about her weight. She was no where near fat.
If there was one quality to her boyfriend, it was his hellacious movie collection. I began going into their room and rummaging through the VHS titles he had strewn about over creation. I was looking for one of his porn flicks; I knew the little bastard had them somewhere. I managed to find a few but there was an unlabeled one filed neatly next to the other. I popped it into the VCR.
At first, Kev was making stupid faces and demonstrating the lack of his photogenic qualities. I hit the cue button for an instant and stopped when the bed came into frame. A rap song played in the background and I could hear Chasity whining about something.
She walked to the edge of the bed in a night shirt as my member was steadily begging me to be released from its stuffy prison. Kev was having a time adjusting the camera for the right shot. The frame was finally still when he approached the bed, although he graced me with the view of his scrawny bare ass; I kept watching.
Chasity appeared to be bored as he furiously pumped between her meaty legs. She let out a periodic sigh and kept pulling her shirt down as he tried to bare her tits. With a final sigh, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and moaned. Kev got up and disappeared off screen. The lens zoomed to Chasity’s auburn hair and the aroused pink she possessed. The screen faded to snow.
“Having fun going threw everything?”
I knew that ear shattering voice anywhere. Chasity stood at the door with her hand on her hip. I thought she had gone to town. I didn’t say anything, I had no excuse. Her angry blue eyes awaited my answer.
“You can’t blame me. I thought it was one of his fuck flicks.” I said.
“Yeah? Well, it’s disgusting! I thought he threw it away.”
“He was probably going to-“
“Don’t take up for that son of a bitch!” She yelled. “It’s funny how he has me here and a tape of us fucking and I find this in the car.”
Chasity held a condom package between her thumb and forefinger. Tears were welling as her bottom lip quivered. I searched for consoling words when all I wanted to do was rewind the tape.
