by IndianAsian ©
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Any of my friends could tell you the story behind my closet. My sister's room is adjacent to mine on the left. Her facing wall is the closing wall of my closet. The only thing that makes this arrangement different than usual is that as long as I remember there had been a hole in the wall sharing our rooms. Apparently it was drilled for some wiring reason...I think the telephone cable used to run through it. Anyhow, this quarter inch hole was quite unnoticeable, it was about a foot from the floor and, as I said, was only a quarter inch at best in diameter. At first I saw no use for this hole and was going to cover it up just for looks. Until one evening, I was in my closet looking for a record and heard my sister's door close loudly. For some reason I thought about the hole and bent down to the floor and looked through it. At first I could only see what appeared to be carpet. I adjusted my position and it turned out that I could pretty much see my sister's entire room. I learned that a small hole can provide a large viewing field. I didn't see anyone in the room as I panned around. I heard metal sounds and I reasoned that my sister, Cathy, was around her closet (one of the only blind spots). I continued my spying and finally managed to see what appeared to be some body part. After some thought, I recognized the flesh as my sister's leg. I kept an eye on the leg until finally she moved into view. My sister walked over and sat down at her dresser. She was wrapped only in a towel, apparently she just finished a shower. It was at that moment I realized the possibilities. The obvious private view of my sister was intriguing but it also meant the spying of those who stayed in my sister's room. This included her friends as well as guests! My sister was still at her dresser doing something to her nails. I continued to watch her for many minutes then left for a few moments to rest my eye. I returned shortly after and took my position on the floor. My first view this time was of knees. My sister's legs walked back deeper in her room and allowed my best view yet. She still had the towel on and a bra in her hand. The anticipation was tremendous! About five seconds later, Cathy took off the towel and dropped it to the floor. My eye focused intently on her beautiful body. I had seen my sister nude many times before by casual living with her but it had been a year or two; and never was I free to scrutinize at her form. My immediate observation was my sister's breasts. They had grown significantly since I had seen them last. They were still quite lacking, but they looked good on her. The hair between her legs was strikingly black and full. Her hair was so placed that it began to creep up to her belly. My heart was pounding now and I could feel my excitement in my pants. Cathy took to the bed and sat down and looked around for seconds. I withdrew my eye in case she might see it. That is when I began to worry rather she could see me as easy as I could see her. I would look later for myself and find that it was near impossible to see me in the closet, even in bright lighting. I returned and watched as my sister adjusted her neck and began to trace her breast with her fingers. She played a second around her nipple and then took the bra and put it on. I switched immediately to viewing her remaining nudity. Her legs were pressed together and hid her darkness. I saw no underwear near her and anticipated her standing up soon. She seemed to be looking out the window, daydreaming. She did get up eventually and walked out of view. I rested for a moment and returned back to the show. Cathy was back on the bed much in the same position she was before. She reached over to her night stand and took some small object from it. After squinting I noticed it was nail clippers. I realized if she assumed the normal method of clipping her toe nails that I would see a very nice view. Sure enough, her right knee went up and she rested her foot on the edge of the bed. As she elevated her knee a dark patch of pussy hair appeared slowly. This view was too much. Her knee stretched her pussy tightly upward and her black hair crept around the form of her lips. I didn't even notice her nail clipping as I eyed her lovely body. She shifted leftward only to give me a better view! I could see the slightest beginnings of her asshole. Her well grown pussy hair stuck all around her butt hole. She alternated feet and then she finished clipping. I was already quite pleased. When she was done, she looked down at her belly and caressed her legs as she again daydreamed. Her innocent actions were enough to turn any guy on. Just seeing her sexy body in everyday situations was exciting. I couldn't help but to wonder the extent that I would see ultimately. I knew a little about sexual behavior at that age. I was only slightly younger than my sister and knew my behavior. I thought how I masturbated frequently at my age, and knew that girls, too, masturbate. They deny it, but it is true. Later incidents proved it. I waited for the moment she chose. I continued to watch her every chance I had. After showers I would make excuses to go to my room and then go to my closet. Much of the same happened frequently; sometimes better and sometimes ordinary activity. One evening a friend of my sister was to sleep over. Julie Messina, a long time friend of Cathy's. She was attractive...enough. I was looking forward to seeing if the hole would pay off. My parents had left for the night. My sister and Julie retired to Cathy's room where an extra bed was set up. I took my position. They were both on the roll away bed talking about something. Sound is one thing the hole lacked. They continued to talk for well over a half hour. I took intermittent breaks from the action and then returned. Around eleven o'clock my sister emerged from her room looking for me. I got away in time and acted as if I was watching TV. She told me that she was going to shower and for me to get Julie something if she wanted it. I agreed. My sister left the room and I scrambled over to the hole. I noticed my penis was quite hard and hoped that Cathy hadn't seen it earlier. Anyhow, my sister threw some clothes on the bed and spoke to Julie for a moment. I heard the door close and my sister went over to the roll away and sat on the corner as she continued to speak to Julie. My sister began to undress while talking to Julie. I had always admired how girls find it so easy to undress in the presence of other females. Soon my sister was nude next to Julie. This was a real turn on even though Julie was dressed. The hole allowed me to see even things that my sister couldn't see. For example, not surprisingly, Julie pretended not be embarrassed by Cathy's nudity, and acted uninterested in looking her way while talking to her. However, my sister dropped her brush on the floor next to her and while my sister bent down to pick it up, Julie quickly assessed my sister's whole body. I saw her scan her body from breast to puss in a glance, as I would if it was a guy, I guess. This is simply an act of y....proven right then. I knew how Julie felt; she had recently entered her maturing years and was just making sure that she was normal. Cathy got up and wrapped herself in a towel. She left for the shower. Julie remained on the bed and looked around. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. She propped her hair and fixed her collar....she was just posing for herself, to see how she looked. I found it interesting to see how people act in private...or when they think they're in private. Many un-allowed actions take place. For example, I was viewing Julie when she began to pick her nose. I though to myself how unfeminine but realized she was human after all. She did however, quite mannerly, put her finds in a tissue and threw it in the trash. It had been a few minutes now and Julie stood up. Again, acting on her privacy, Julie began to look through my sister's dresser drawers; and again, I could relate to this behavior. She finished and sat back on the bed. She leaned up and scratched her ass though her Brendas. I heard the shower stop and footsteps followed in the hall. My sister's door closed again and Cathy came into view. Her good ole towel was around her. She talked to her friend as she prepared herself at the mirror. As usual, even though Cathy was covered, Julie pretended to look away. I began to appreciate Julie more now that I could see her private feelings. A few minutes later Cathy returned next to Julie on the bed and was putting some Clearasil* on her face. It's unbelievable what women do after a shower. Julie sat the whole while looking around the room agreeing unconsciously to my sister's remarks. Cathy unwrapped herself from her towel and I realized I was becoming tolerant to her nude body. I no longer "wowed" when I saw her naked. This time, Julie stared at Cathy as she talked. This is a defense reaction in which she "is making sure Cathy doesn't think she feels embarrassed by doing otherwise". My sister, too, showed some interesting behavior. As Julie talked, Cathy turned and positioned herself clearly her direction. This was my sister showing her confidence in her body. I couldn't make out the conversation, but my sister took her own breasts in her palms and made a "look how small remark". Julie giggled and made the "Yeh...me too.." response. Julie, indeed, looked much like my sister, aside from her face. In fact, I pictured Julie's body much like Cathy's. They continued the discussion longer. Cathy looked at Julie and asked her something. Julie shook her head and responded negatively. My sister used persuasion tactics on Julie until she agreed; at what I didn't know. Moments after, Julie quickly removed her T-shirt. I was surprised at the least! She had no bra and her keeping true to my expectation showed me tits much like Cathy. I realized shortly that the two girls were "comparing". Neither of them probably had seen each other nude before...they both felt unsure about they're stature of normality and wanted to prove, mostly to themselves, their very femininity. Julie had dark nipples, almost dark brown whereas Cathy was quite reddish. Cathy not only was topless, rather quite nude. It was almost too much for me seeing those two lovely forms. I was ready to call it a night...I thought they were ready to go to sleep, and I was more than ready to "relieve my sexual pressure". I was about to turn away but checked on last time. Good thing. Julie was standing now, shaking off her Brendas. Her underwear was bright red and showed quite a bulge in her V area. I suppose Cathy had persuaded Julie to "learn" all she can from the comparison....get the total result. I didn't think anyone could compare to my sister for pussy hair growth. Cathy rested her elbow on the bed as she watched her nervous friend undress. Cathy, too, was nervous, her hand was shaking and she looked less than at ease. If I were my sister I might have had doubts of whether I had too much pussy hair, and I concluded this was the purpose of my sister's persuasion. Julie shook her head telling that she wasn't going to take off her underwear. Cathy sighed, shook her head and made gestures of her bareness. My sister stood and approached her friend. I was watching closely now. My sister reached for Julie underwear and was apparently going to help it off her. Julie quickly pushed Cathy's arms away and made gestures that she would do it herself. Julie slid her panties down but a few inches showing her whole pussy but left her panties up around her thighs. It was easy to see Julie's pussy against the contrast of her bright red panties. I was wrong in my estimate of Julie's coloring. Julie's head was styled with straight black hair, but her pussy was coated with bunches of red hair twined in a mass of brown fur. As for quantity...I was right on the money. She had a very impressive bush. One striking thing was how Julie's pussy seemed to "stick out" more than my sister's. I wasn't sure of the reason but it looked natural. Julie took a step back and let her panties fall to the floor leaving her fully nude, save her socks. The two girls admired each other and complimented in unison. My sister leaned over and flicked Julie's belly with her forefinger; then reached over and got her clothes from the bed. They both quickly dressed and the lights went out for the night. I was very happy but needed relief. I masturbated right there and then, too, went to sleep. The next morning I sat in bed and wondered at the possibilities of the "hole". The night before with Julie and Cathy was just what I hoped would come of it. I thought of all the possibilities that this innovation could bring. Of all the hopes, the following paragraphs describe, perhaps, the most exciting and arousing of all the events that occurred behind my sister's wall. A few weeks had passed since the night Julie slept over and many a night between my sister amazed me with her beauty. I kept thinking the odds were highly in my favor of catching my sister in the most secret act of sensuality...self pleasure, the act of masturbation. I knew she did it, all humans do it. This night turned out to be the night where the odds played nature. Luckily, so as to not run interference, my parents were already out for the night. I could almost sense earlier in the evening that this would be the night. My parents gone now, and I learned that Cathy was not going for the night. I saw and watched television with my sister during the start of the night. It was a movie with quite explicit sexual scenes and in my mind I knew this sparked my sister's sexual drive....whether she knew it or not. Sure enough, as soon as the movie ended Cathy excused herself to her room. Surprisingly, she didn't shut the door all the way, but rather left it cracked very slightly; perhaps by mistake. Either way, it mattered not, for the hole was superior for viewing. As I took my place in the closet I focused on my sister lying on her bed. Her futile attempts to relieve her boredom weren't strong enough to ward off her want deep in her mind. I knew it and was right, for Cathy soon put down a book she was barely reading and gazed at the ceiling. She arose and left my view for a minute or so. I heard her door open so I quickly ran to my bed and acted innocent. Cathy entered my room. She had changed now, wearing just a T-shirt and underwear. She told she was going to sleep even though it was early. I acted uncaring and persuaded her off to bed. As she left I regained my position in the closet. To my dismay, however, her bedroom light went out and the rustle of her sheets could be heard. I thought this can't be...I was sure this was the night. Just when I was about to leave in disappointment, a light broke on, from her dresser next to her bed, and Cathy's form shone against the strong bulb. She was not under her sheet at all, rather her sheets were thrown to the floor and on the bed lay my sister. I watched as she reached down the crack of her bed and felt around for something. Cathy pulled from the crack a bottle; not a glass bottle but more of a container. I was really excited now in anticipation. I had never seen my sis masturbate before, of course, and I was ready for learning. Cathy placed the bottle next to her on the bed and slowly pulled off her T-shirt. Only her panties remained and her soft chest looked wondrous in the light. She did not remove her underwear, instead my sister began to caress her small breasts. I wondered if this was a ritual, something she did every time or just spontaneous. I was interested in her behavior and how it might compare to other girls. I have known Cathy to be a sexual free spirit; her explorations with Julie and other times I have seen my sister act quite creative in her secrecy. Actually once I did see my sister finger herself, but it was not in seeking self pleasure, rather, she was putting in a tampon. That sight was almost too explicit to handle. Anyhow, now Cathy had stopped her caresses and took the bottle into her hand. She rose the bottle to her chest and allowed a few drops of liquid to fall to her warm chest. I wasn't sure what the liquid was, but it was not water for it was too consistent. I guessed it was baby oil and later found to be correct. My sister again put down the bottle and began to spread evenly the lubricant over her tits and her belly. A few times she seemed to be glanced over toward me, but I knew this was only a coincidence and it didn't bother me. Actually, this turned me on in way, knowing she couldn't see me as I stared directly at her. Cathy licked her lips as she went through the motions of a woman in ecstasy. In her mind I could almost feel what she was going through. She was playing her ideal experience out, with full vigor. As her fingernails glided across her nipples her mouth opened wide and closed with all but silent moans of enjoyment. I was curious as to how kinky she would get. So far, she was quite conservative, or normal, in her secrecy. My sis's rubbing grew lower now, and soon her chest no longer satisfied her needs. I could hardly breathe as Cathy slid a hand beneath the lining of her slight underwear. One hand massaged under her underwear as the other still played her tits. It was an art, like none other. She continued in the same fashion for a minute tops then laid her arms at her side. From all the activity her panties had become quite wrinkled and unfit and had been inched slightly down her thighs. The very beginnings of her impressive pussy began to show form. With fervor, a sudden action by my sister, and her underpants were down to her knees. Her black hairs were a mess. I watched as my sister with closed eyes began to work on her body, like only a master could. She was indeed quite creative for now she took to sucking her forefinger in replacement of a male penis. In her mind, surely she believed it was the real thing. Her free hand reached around under her back and pulled and stretched her butt cheeks apart. I followed her forefinger from her mouth down to her pussy where it was inserted barely below the skin of lips. It came back up and now she took it again into her mouth. This made me begin to ooze in my pants. My sister had began to repeat this process feverishly and must have scooped up her juices ten times before moving on. I thought, "did she come already?". Surely she couldn't have or at least did not appear to have shown the face of orgasm yet. With both hands she took the oil and spilled a large portion between her legs, closer to her thighs but still near her vagina. Cathy rolled over and faced the wall across from me. Her back to my face meant the optimum view of her ass. I hoped that she would not stay in this position during the whole act for her vagina was hidden from view. The oil once applied to her upper thighs now crept down the crack in her ass. Her bed was getting messy now as the oil dripped off her butt cheeks onto the sheet. Cathy's horniness surprised me as she reached down and lifted her upper leg high into the air. Her back still to me, and her spread legs revealed a view between her legs that everyone should see. Soon her fingers appeared and slid across the moistness of her pussy. I watched in amazement as her ring finger bobbed in and out of her dirty asshole. I was almost sickened when later she took the same finger in her mouth! Her cunt had begun to open, as if her masturbation was actually a ritual in order to get to a great land. Nearing what must be her climax, my sister had sunk two finger a few inches into her vagina lips. With great care she pumped her fingers in and out from her vagina skin and each time got deeper. Faster, and faster she worked until she must have had an orgasm. I couldn't tell from my view but all activity had stopped. Her face was flushed and she seemed full of life like I had never seen. Her leg nearest me was propped up and prevented me from seeing her puss. As she rolled over to me, her fingers were still pressed between the burning flesh clitoris. Her eyes opened as she slowly popped her fingers free from heaven. Much like glue, trails of cum dangled from her fingers and snapped back towards her tangled pussy hair. Her orgasm oozed from her blood red lips and ran like a river down towards her asshole. Cathy looked at her cum spotted fingers for quite a while as if she wasn't sure where to place her mess. I said to myself, "you can't put it back", as my sister attempted to wipe off the juice in the hair of her pussy. Cathy scooped up an even larger mass of stringy goo and brought it near her face. She took it near her nose and seemed to smell her juice like it were a drug. With disbelief and erotic enjoyment I choked as my sister happily licked clean her fingers. Quite thoroughly, her tongued rounded her fingers until they clean of her orgasm. She laid still for about five minutes after that and daydreamed. She still had not cleaned up and I was really excited. I decided it was time to make a rude interruption. I removed my clothes down to my underwear. I was almost in a trance myself, for my hard penis was obviously noticeable in my underwear. I had the perfect plan however. I was surely going to catch my sister off guard and she had no where to hide...her sheets were on the floor and the oil was at her side. Not to mention the wet bed, her cum still topped much of her belly and was laced between her pussy hair. Even turning away would give her up since some cum fell between her legs down toward her asshole. I made up mind and walked towards my sister's room. Before opening the cracked door, I looked at my penis, which was now pulsing with anticipation. But wait, I though what would I tell her my reason for entering. Without much thought; my excuse was, "Oh...I saw your light on and wanted to know if you wanted to watch Lettermen with me since you were up.". Perfect. With that I barged in on my sister allay nude. Spastically her body jumped as she looked frightfully at me. Her eyes bulged wide and her mouth ready and searching for an excuse. I read her my prepared line and waited to hear her reply. Giving up, she didn't even try to cover herself for it was hopeless. I made it obvious that I was staring at the streaks of wetness that covered her belly and pussy. She shook her head and still lay there without answer. I think my erection actually helped ease her, for she noticed it and now shared a link of humiliation with me. Mine, however, not quite at the level of her. I stood and looked at her and my already primed penis popped from the tip of my underwear. I wasn't embarrassed but instead horny as hell and was glad to be able to show off without fear of persecution. This sex guided me mindless and my sister's helplessness made me play out my spontaneous thoughts. Without thinking I slid off my underwear. My hard dick pointed up towards my navel. Cathy seemed as if she expected it, and made no gesture of surprise. I took my hot cock in my hand and began to rub it. As I rubbed, I looked at my sister's tired body. I had the feeling I was doing her a favor, as if I could rectify her humiliation by giving her the same chance at secrecy revealed. My sister leaned up and rested her head on her shoulder as I continued to masturbate. I looked at her, a small grin came on her face as she waited for me to finish. She understood my action, maybe better than I. Cathy is a smart girl, in these matters at least, and I felt comfortable doing this unspeakable action in front of her. Cathy, ever forgiving, and equally helpful, waited patiently for my orgasm. For the first time in my life I couldn't come. What was wrong I didn't know...surely the situation dictated it. Perhaps I was too nervous? I gave up after a minute or so and put my head down. I was close to my sis now, and Cathy still had no reply. She sighed and looked at me. She spoke softly and laughed quaintly as the words came out, "What can I say? You caught me. No doubt. Baby, I'm glad you took it well. And now you....well, I guess we both needed it tonight.......I'm gonna clean up. Here..", as Cathy pulled herself out of bed she handed me the oil and consoled, "...this will do the job. Feel free to use my bed, just clean it up.". As she left her room she slammed the door shut behind her and left me in privacy. I did as she said, and it did help. After I was done, my sister and I talked for a long time that night. We both knew it would be different now. It couldn't be the same. I hoped, and I think Cathy, too, that this would not be the last time we shared sexual enjoyment. As it turned out, it wasn't, but that's the subject of my next chapter.
This is a 5 part story. Jump to any of the chapters from here:
1|2|3|4|5