Path: not-for-mail
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.babies
Subject: i n c e s t story: "BATHROOM PEEPER" 33589
From: rabinofben@yahoo.com
Date: Mon, 04 Jun 2007 16:12:25 +0000
Lines: 190
Message-ID: <466439e8$0$30493$ec3e2dad@news.usenetmonster.com>
Organization: Usenet Monster - http://www.usenetmonster.com
NNTP-Posting-Host: 56244cd8.news.usenetmonster.com
X-Trace: DXC=T[[=[PGkXXJ6KDZmbMNmBEm>XX`Id5knH`IohDjb_78LaWW;H:H<<YFPnof3i2Y7iMDWUb`GVAlSNaONNdPIjL<LA^YUOj0WC>Go]dSHKFjm0@ahP?i?5BcYL51_4jJjof6F
X-Complaints-To: killthespammer@usenetmonster.com
===================
Full collection
of incest histories ===> www.incesttoday.com
BATHROOM PEEPER
OK, so I admit it, I peeked on my brother in the
bathroom. It wasn't really like, my fault though.
My father had been remodeling one of the upstairs
bathrooms, which adjoined my brother's room, but
not mine. I had to walk all the way down the hall
to use the bathroom, and my father decided that he
could just add a door leading to my room.
This incurred some movement of the plumbing, which
he stuck in my closet. There, he built a trap that
could be opened to service the plumbing if
something went wrong. It was pretty neat, too. It
worked just fine, and now, I had a door leading to
the bathroom, and the wall in the closet had a
removable wooden plate, built right into the wall
--- that afforded a great view of the bathroom,
from the bottom, where the pipes went into the
wall.
I found this out by accident, really. I was
rummaging in my closet for my fresh pair of
sneakers when I heard the shower running. I could
see a little point of light streaming out of the
wooden plate that my father had put there, and I
simply lifted the plate.
The shelving under the bathroom sink didn't have
any doors; my father left it open to give the room
a special look, with little metal shelves. It
almost looked like a department store shelf for
shampoo and shit like that.
Well, there was absolutely no backing on the
shelves at all. The only backing, really, was the
plate I had just moved aside gently. I had a great
view of the entire bathroom --- including the
naked form behind the frosted glass of the shower
stall.
I could feel my pussy twitch and moisten at the
thought of seeing my brother naked. I could make
out his form, moving around, and I could see a
dark patch at his groin --- that was obviously his
pubic hair.
I reached into my shorts and pulled the hem of my
panties aside. I could feel my wet pussy lips, and
I moved my finger to my clit, rubbing the little
nub gently as I watched my brother's naked body
through the frosted glass of the shower stall.
Then the water stopped running, and my heart
leaped in my chest. I was going to see him naked,
now, I thought. He was going to slide the door
open, step out, and dry off. He did exactly that,
and I was shocked. I had no idea at all how big my
brother's cock was, and here it was, walking right
toward me, semi-erect. He wasn't circumcised, and
I could see the tip of the head of his cock as the
skin was pulled back just a little. His dick
swayed with every step, and so did his balls. He
stopped in front of the sink and pulled the towel
off the rack. Right in front of me, his cock was
less than two feet away from me. He dried himself
slowly, and I suddenly felt pangs of guilt at
watching him in his private moments like this, but
I was too far gone with my own heated sexual
frenzy to feel all that guilty. Guilty, yes, but
too turned on to do anything about it, I guess I
could say.
His cock was right in front of me; I was looking
right up at it. I could see his heavy, hairy balls
hanging, just above eye level. I could make out
the wrinkles of skin in his ball sac.
He turned around, showing me his firm, round
buttocks. Bending over, he wiped his feet and the
lower parts of his legs, giving me an excellent
view of his balls hanging between his legs, two
large brown, hair-flecked orbs tugging at the skin
to his ball sac. Good Lord, I thought, nearly
whispering it aloud.
My finger moved faster and faster, and I was near
orgasm. He stood and turned toward me, and now,
his cock was a little harder, and he moved over,
looking at his body in the full length mirror
adjacent to my bedroom. I could still see him ---
better, in fact, than I could before. I could see
his dick sticking out slightly from an angle now,
his heavy balls swaying as he moved this way and
that.
Then, to my amazement and delight, he reached down
and gripped his cock at the base, tugging on it,
playing with it gently.
I sighed, aloud, loud enough for him to hear me.
He suddenly turned and looked around, then looked
down at me, then knelt even closer.
"Tammy!" he said aloud.
My heart pounding in my chest, I moved away
quickly, replacing the wooden cover with shaking
hands. I moved out of my closet, my body shaking
from the fear of discovery. I sat on the edge of
my bed, wondering how the hell I was going to
explain myself.
My bedroom door opened, and there stood Chad, my
brother, towel wrapped around his mid section.
He just stood there and looked at me for a moment,
then walked into the room and closed and latched
the door behind him. He walked right up to me, his
crotch at eye level with me. He didn't say a word
at all, nothing. He reached down and tugged at the
towel, pulling it away from his body. His cock was
now once again in my face, only closer, and now,
there was no intervening wall. It just hung there,
then slowly, it began to throb and move, and grow
larger and longer. It jerked and swayed, and I
couldn't take my eyes from the fleshy, growing
snake in front of me.
"You wanted to see this?" he asked, his voice
thick and husky.
I nodded, my face aflame with shame. I couldn't
take my eyes of that big, fat dick in front of me,
though. It was still growing, pointing right at me
now, the bulbous head nearly clear of the
foreskin,
swaying and moving and throbbing.
He thrust his hips forward a bit, the massive dick
now inches from my mouth. It jerked and swayed,
now standing straight up in the air, the massive,
purple head split down the middle on the
underside.
"Touch it, Tammy," he said.
I couldn't help myself. I reached up and touched
the smooth skin of the purple head, then ran my
fingers down the throbbing shaft to the forest of
thick black hairs at the base of it. With my other
shaking hand, I reached up and cupped his heavy
hanging balls, feeling of the heavy orbs within
the hairy sac. My pussy was once again tingling
and moist, and I resisted the urge to move a
finger to my pussy and play with myself.
"Kiss it," he said gently.
He thrust his hips a little farther forward,
pressing the underside of the shaft against my
nose and forehead. I puckered my lips and kissed
it, and then, ran my tongue around on it.
"Oh God, yes!" he said. "Tammy, hold it in your
hand and lick the head of it, lick it all over."
Slowly, with his coaxing, I began licking the head
of his cock, tasting the tangy-salty pre cum
oozing from the head of it, and then, I sucked his
balls, gently, one at a time, into my mouth. My
pussy was flowing with juices now, and I needed
release. Then, he told me to take the whole thing
in my mouth, and he reached down and stroked it as
it hit the back of my throat.
His cock suddenly jerked, and my mouth was flooded
with his salty, hot cum. I loved it, loved the
feel of the jerking cock inside my mouth, loved
his hairy balls against my chin, and I could have
cum with just one touch, which is what I did. I
reached into my pants and touched my clit, one
time, and my body shook with orgasm as I swallowed
my brother's hot cum.
"You liked that?" he asked at long last, his cock
shrinking in my mouth. He pulled it out, and stood
there in front of me, looking down at me.
I nodded.
"I'm sorry," I began.
He shrugged. "Nah, no big deal, just curious, I
guess, hell I would have done the same thing, I
think, given half the chance."
He smiled at me.
"But, you know, now, you've seen me naked, how
about like, turning the tables?"
I agreed, and he stepped away as I stood and began
removing my clothes. We had a lot of interesting
fun that day, and we still do.
--- Tammy R., Orlando, FL
WANT MORE STORIES? Go to==> www.incesttoday.com