Chapter 2

My name is Bobby, I’m 20 years old. I stand 6 feet even and weigh about 185 lbs. I’m not a muscle buff, but I played a lot of baseball and ran cross country all through my elementary and high school years, so I’m in good shape and have my share of attention from the ladies. I am not bragging, just saying.

I just finished my sophomore year of college. I’m studying cyber security. I love computers and plan to spend my life working with them. One of the best things about this field of study is not only stopping the bad guys but also knowing how to hack and set up security systems, i.e., cameras from obvious cameras to hidden cameras.

Zoe is my younger sister who I call Z. She is a couple of years younger than I am and we have always gotten along well. She is about the same height as Mom, and you can tell they are related. I don’t know my sister’s exact measurements but looks like a younger version of Mom. Nice tits and a great ass if I do say so myself. She just graduated high school and has been accepted to every college she applied to. She was very popular in school, and I have always kept an eye on her because some guys just don’t understand the word no. She has asked my help more than once to convince some asshole to leave her alone. No big deal and no real problems that couldn’t be handled.

I have always been a bit of a voyeur, peeping on Mom and Z when they thought they were alone or left a door cracked. Never been caught, but a couple of close calls. Z and I share a bathroom located between our bedrooms. I have on more than one occasion seen her naked walking around upstairs. I think she does it on purpose. I don’t know if she is teasing me or just doesn’t care.

With my newfound education, I got an idea in my head that I had to wrestle with for a bit. Not long mind you, but I knew it was wrong and the consequences could be quite embarrassing if I were found out. Worth the risk. I had liberated a few very small cameras from the university and had bought a few online. One day before the lockdown, I placed a few of these in Z’s bedroom. She has a wall mirror facing the foot of her bed that I was able to remove, scrape a small hole on the backside to see through, and placed one there giving me an angle from her feet up when she was in bed. I hid another in her headboard looking head to toe and one in her bookshelf catching a view from the side of her bed. I put one more in our bathtub. There is an overflow drain just under the waterspout that gives a nice low angle to whoever is sitting or standing in the tub. All four cameras are connected to my laptop which I record for future viewings.

That night after dinner, Mom, Dad, and Aunt Corrie went into the front room to watch TV, and Z and I went up to our rooms for the evening. I was playing a video game when I heard Z go into the bathroom and turn on the water for a bath. I switched over to the bath cam and waited with an excitement I couldn’t explain. The thought of seeing Z bathe without a clue she was being observed bought my cock to attention. I put a towel down on my chair, stripped off all my clothes, and sat in front of my laptop. I turned on the camera and could see the water running, but that was about all. Then I could see my sister bend over the tub and turn the water off. There she was naked, beautiful, sexy and the best part, unaware I was holding my diamond cutter in my hand, slowly stroking it.

I watched as she stepped into the water and sat down, the water rising as she did. Taking her washcloth and rubbing soap into it, she started at her neck, sliding that sudsy material around the back of her neck and around to the front. Her young perky tits looked like they were floating on the top of the water. Her areolas were about the size of a fifty-cent piece (the coin, not the girl I met at our local trailer park). Her nipples were not hard but stood out waiting to be sucked on. The suds from the washcloth were running down her body, across and in between those wonder mounds of life-giving flesh. I almost shot my load and had to stop for a moment.

She washed her chest, tits, arms, and belly. Then she let go of the cloth in the water and used her hands to rinse the foam from her body. Laying back, letting the water envelop her up to her neck, she shut her eyes and enjoyed the hot water soaking into her. She had her blond hair tied up on her head and was a vision to behold. I was recording, but took a screenshot of this. One of my favorites. As she lay there, unmoving, beautiful, I just stared at my sister, both of us not moving. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, found the washcloth, and cleaned her sweet face. Not a blemish, smooth, young, but I don’t think completely innocent. She then stood, giving me a full view of her magnificence.

Wringing out the washcloth, and folding it, she draped it onto something out of view of my camera. Turning around, I got a view of her ass, dripping water. She reached back and to my wonderment spread her cheeks allowing me to see her balloon knot. I thought about my tongue pushing into it, opening to the pressure of my tongue as I slid it as deep as I could. She ran her finger into the crease of her ass and pushed a finger against that opening making sure it was clean and then reached down and picked up shaving cream and a razor from the edge of the tub.

I watched with glee as she put some cream in her hand and applied it from her ankles to the top of her legs and then began to shave them with one foot on the side of the tub and when she switched legs and raised it to rest on the tub, I could see her pussy open a bit. I imagined pushing back her clitoral hood with my tongue and sucking her clit into my mouth. She finished her legs and put another bit of cream in her hand and spread it over her pussy and lower stomach. Carefully, she moved that razor over her belly and pussy so as not to cut herself. When she pushed two fingers inside her labia to pull her lips apart to shave those tender areas. I shot my load, spraying my lower jaw, neck, and chest. My moan was a bit too loud and I saw Z turn her head to listen. I froze, waiting, praying she wouldn’t investigate. She returned to her task, finishing the shave and then turned on the shower rinsed her body, and then stepped out of the tub. I used my towel to quickly clean my cum off me and put on a pair of gym shorts. Tossing the towel into the hamper and turned my game back on just before the door to the bathroom into my room opened and Z was standing there wrapped in a towel.

“Is everything okay in here?” She inquired, smiling at me.

“Yeah, why?”

“I thought I heard something.” She said, looking around my room and then at the laptop.

I stood up, facing her in nothing but my shorts. I wasn’t hard, but the blood had not completely drained from my cock and left a fair bulge and a small wet spot that she locked onto with her eyes. The stare lasted just a bit longer than it should have when she smiled again, turned, and headed back to the bathroom saying “Okay, let me know if you need anything, anything at all.” shooting a glance back over her shoulder as she shut the door. What the fuck did she mean by that? I stood there, getting another hard-on as I contemplated the possibilities.

I could see the bathroom light go out from the bottom of the door. I walked over to the door and heard her shut the door to her room. I went and sat on my bed with my cock head sticking out of the top of my shorts. I sat there a few minutes wondering if what she said had any ulterior motive. Shit! Bedroom cameras. I hurried over to the laptop and closed my game, opening the bedroom camera screen. All three cameras were on the screen at the same time, but I could expand any of them, but it was dark. Are they working? I moved to the bathroom door and opened it and saw no light coming from the bottom of her door. Damn, she’s going to sleep.

I still had a hard-on and thought, I want to watch her bathe again. I turned out all the lights, grabbed my towel out of the hamper, covered my computer chair, dropped my shorts, and sat down. I pulled up the new recording and labeled it “Bath Time’. I started it over and worked my cock while I watched. When it got to the part where Z touched her asshole with her finger, I was stroking faster, working toward my release, when I hear Z say, “Where the fuck did you get that?”

Z had left all the lights off and snuck up behind me and was standing there looking over my shoulder at her touching herself in the bath.

I jumped up and started stammering, “I, I, I.

“You hid a camera in the bathroom and have been spying on me!” she barked.

“I, I, I.”

“And you’re jacking off to me? I’m your sister.” her tone starting to lose its rage.

I looked at her in the light of the laptop. She was wearing one of my T-shirts. I could see her nipples pushing against the cotton fabric.

“You’re jacking off to me,” she said more as a statement to herself than a question as she looked down at my raging hard-on.

“I, I, I.”

She stepped up to me, looking into my eyes, and asked, “Do you think I’m sexy?” in what was almost a little girl’s voice. She stared into my eyes waiting for an answer.