She disappeared into the stairwell and a couple of minutes later, the light went on in her bedroom. She was still wearing the coffee dock uniform; whi...e blouse, black skirt and tights and Stuart figured she must have gone straight from work to her lecture.Without taking his eyes off her, he reached around with his hand and fumbled for the binoculars on his desk. He raised them to his eyes and watched her as she unbuttoned the blouse. He licked his lips as he watched the white lace bra come into. Pants. Off. Now."Yes sir!" she shouted in submission, and immediately began wiggling out of her pants. Then, clad now only in her shirt and undies, she bent over again, aware to her shame of her brother's eyes scanning her ass, the backs of her legs, stretched in punishment position and waiting helpless for whatever her dad might choose to do.She was waiting for the blows from her daddy's belt, but never heard it swoosh its way through his beltloops. Instead her dad spoke again after a moment.. .. I don’t want you to see me like this. Please go away. Please?”The thought occurred to me in that moment that I had definitely not signed on for this scenario in any lifetime, but I wasn’t about to leave her alone, either. “What happened?” I repeated.A weak sigh escaped her lips. “I couldn’t make it onto the toilet in time.”I stood up and stripped off my sweater, down to just the t-shirt underneath. I made my way to her linen closet, where I found several washcloths and towels. Gathering them. She asks if she can smoke, Pablo says he’d rather she didn’t. The smoke wouldn’t affect Rocky, but he doesn’t want his house to smell.He heads out and opens the kitchen door, there’s a scrabbling of paws on kitchen tiles, then the sound of Rocky approaching at speed. The look of anticipation on Brandy’s face is a picture.Rocky bounds in and heads straight for the couch, jumps up next to Brandy and wriggles between her back and the cushion behind her. Not actually trying to mount her fully.