Spying on my Sister

Back when I was 14, I had a room with a view. My room in my house was a converted attic space over the garage on a modest sized two-story house. It was a large space, perfect for a teenage boy, and it had two windows, one that looked over the driveway in the front and one that looked out into the backyard. The window to the backyard had a bonus feature that I was, as of yet, unaware of.

On a late Spring morning, I had walked over to my back window, for no particular reason as I did every day, and stared out into my backyard when movement, from the corner of my eye, caught my attention. The house was "L" shaped, and the location of my bedroom window allowed me a great view of the back porch, and the outside entrance to the kitchen, right next to it was the down stairs bathroom window, which was open at the time. And it was through that window where my wet, shampoo covered sister, was taking a shower.

Nothing is more unexpected than seeing your 17-year-old sister's soap covered breasts staring right back at you. I was mesmerized by what I was seeing, I could hear my excited heart beating in my chest, and I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins in response to the visual stimulus that I was beholding. For a boy, going through puberty, this was the greatest thing ever. At that moment she was less my sister and more a girl who was naked right in front of me, more to the point, she the first girl that I was getting to see naked, in person.

As the minutes rolled by, which felt like hours, and I continued to watch as she washed the shampoo out of her hair, taking wild interest in watching the soap rolling off her bear breasts, then it happened. Being so caught up with what I was seeing, I failed to notice that she had finally discovered that I was watching her. Within moments the window had been slammed shut, and I could hear her scream out at the top of her lungs, "MOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

I was dead! She is going to run and tell my mother and I was going to be in trouble, forever! I ran downstairs to the site of my sister, wrapped in a towel, telling my mother about how her evil, perverted, no good little brother was spying on her in the shower. My mother laughed! "Well honey," she said, "You had the window open, maybe he just wanted to see your skinny body?" And she continued to laugh. It was then I realized that, I was not going to be in trouble at all.

I found an old beach towel, it was faded and had a few holes in it, and I hung it on the rear window of my room. I told my sister that this was to ensure privacy, But I was sketchy as to whose privacy was being ensured. So, my sister continued to shower with the window open, to vent off the steam, while at the same time, I maintained a silent vigil over her, peering through the holes in the faded beach towel, unobserved.

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