The shrunk boy in the room still refused to accept that his escape route was rendered unusable. His previous spying results from his photo octocopter had showed that this girl loved to sleep with the window open. With the spectacle he had just enjoyed it was obvious that she wanted nobody to see or listen, although that had not worked. Now she had two people in her room at a time when she wanted very much to be on her own. Although it would have been enticing to get closer for an upskirt he was sure that he would not be able to climb up after.
Now he was close enough to study their faces and frame. Bridget was skinny, had large brown eyes compared to the size of her head and a short nose. Her body seemed to be tanned, but he concluded this only from the healthy brown color of her bare neck, arms and legs. She was nervously swaying on the gymnastics ball and waited with limited patience for her sister to master her homework. Their faces had similarities but the age gap was pronounced. While Bridget still looked like a child her older sister was well proceeding in her transition to a youth. Her lips and cheeks were fuller, like other shapes of her body which were simply more curvy. He could not see a lot of cleavage but the outlines of the firm round breasts of Phoebe reminded him how they looked like earlier. When looking at her younger sister his earlier impression was confirmed. Two tiny hills were poking, sharp and pointed. It was no topic today but he imagined that this could be a target of Phoebe's mocking.
Bridget read the next task. “At 7:00 AM the regional train the station and one and a half hours later the long distance train left the same station in the same direction. If the regional train traveled at a constant speed of 60 miles per hour, adding 40 minutes for stops, and train B at 80 miles per hour without any stop, then at what time did the regional train have to arrive at his station to let the long distance train pass? Allow for 7 minutes safety distance.” Confused she looked at Phoebe who unfortunately had been occupied otherwise. "We always go by car. No wonder people don't use the trains if they are so complicated." "Uhu" was all Phoebe was able to contribute. Her desire to release was so overwhelming that even Bridget seemed to understand the tasks better. Nevertheless she tried. "Two trains. Let's check what happens after three hours. The first train then will have traveled 180 miles...oh. Hm. I forgot the forty minutes. Then it is two hours and twenty minutes, for 80 miles. That is..." While she pondered Bridget winced. "An example does not help. They tell me I have to write a formula with this X and Y thing but how does that work here?" Jimmy glanced at the clock. Another half an hour remaining. Maybe he could help the girls, but how should he communicate.
His thinking was interupted by another pair of bare feet audibly climbing up the stairs. But they were no kids feet. Sound and step were announcing someone senior. "You don't have to tell me how...GOD NO!" Phoebe and her sister heard the footsteps. In panic Bridget jumped to the ground and crawled under the bed. Phoebe grabbed her sister's homework and rushed to the bed, but she was too late. The door flung open without any knock and a tough looking beautiful woman in her late thirties entered the room. "Did you work on your homework?" The surprisingly cold voice made Jimmy's muscles tighten. Being discovered just by Phoebe would have been a nightmare. But he immediately decided not to cross her mother's path. Her daughter was visibly frightened, kneeling on her bed with the papers spread next to her.
"No, mother, I have helped Bridget with her homework. I know it was wrong." Her eyes looked down in defeat. For Jimmy it was surprising that this lively girl gave such an obedient impression. He would have lied casually or tried to change the subject. "Where does Bridget Eleonora hide?" Phoebe responded by indicating with her index finger. "What were your instructions when Bridget Eleonora approaches you in the evening requesting help for school?" The mother of the girls was slowly walking through the room towards the bed. Loud and clear her older daughter answered. "I have to refuse and to report this to my parents immediately." "What are the reasons for this instruction?" "Bridget has problems to master her school exams and it is against her best interests if Bridget and I cheat." Now the woman was bending next to the bed, still standing on her bare feet. She was wearing a nightie just like the girls did, albeit with a fashionable design. It looked like satin to him. He almost felt guilty when he looked at her butt sticking out in his direction. "COME OUT!" She said it in a commanding voice that needed not shouting. Immediately he saw a little foot appear, but the woman had something else in mind. She grabbed the ankle and pulled the girl out from under the bed. The nightie was riding up to her chest, giving Jimmy a bonus view of preteen buttocks and a plump pussy mound bare of any hair. Bridget was crying silently and could not say more than "I am sorry mum." But that did not help. Now she was standing again with her nightie back in place, next to Phoebe.
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