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Horny Peeping Sister
Part 3 of 9
Each day after school, Tom and Becky were left alone in the
house for a few hours until their parents got home from work.
Although the teenagers were old enough to be left on their own,
their mother insisted that they stay in the house and not answer
the door or telephone. Neither Becky nor Tom liked the arrange-
ment, but they had learned to accept it. It was easier to just
do what she asked rather than argue with their mother.
Usually they spent the time watching television or doing
various things in their rooms. It was usually a quiet time for
it was not unknown for their mother to come home early and check
up on them. Neither child wanted to get in trouble with their
mother so they both spent the time doing simple, unexciting
things.
But today would be different, Becky vowed. She knew for a
fact that her mother had an important meeting at the office and
couldn't possibly come home to check on them and so she intended
to confront her brother with what she had seen him doing the
other night in the alley.
All day long Becky's heart pounded. During her classes, she
hardly heard a word that her teachers said because her cunt was
so itchy all she could think about was satisfying it. She knew
that, if she played her cards just right, her own brother would
be fucking her before the day was done.
Becky got home first after running all the way from school.
She ran right up into the bathroom and took a quick shower,
being careful not to get her long blonde hair wet. Then she
stood naked in front of her open closet trying to decide what to
wear for the seduction of her brother.
Finally she picked out a very short skirt and matching
sleeveless blouse. She left one too many buttons on the front of
the blouse open and decided to skip wearing shoes. Then she
brushed her hair until it was shiny and perfect. Just as she put
down her hairbrush, she heard her brother come in.
She stood in the middle of her bedroom listening as Tom did
what he did every afternoon. First he went to the refrigerator
and took a big drink of milk right out of the carton. Then he
grabbed a handful of cookies and headed up the stairs to his
room. Becky stood back as he passed her door. She didn't want
him to know that she'd beaten him home.
The blood pounded in her ears as she waited a few more
minutes, letting him get settled. She knew he was working on a
model in his room and she only hoped that he liked the smell of
her pussy better than the smell of model glue.
At last she felt that the time was right. She took a deep
breath and padded barefoot down the hall to his room. His door
was partly open and she could see him at his desk, model glue in
one hand, a tiny piece of grayplastic in the other.
"Hi!" she said, boldly entering his room, her short skirt
swinging. "That looks great."
"Fuck!" Tom gasped, nearly jumping out of his chair. "Jesus,
Becky, you almost scared the crap out of me!"
Becky laughed and fixed him with a strange stare. "You have
to be more careful, Brother Dear, you never know when other
people are around."
She laughed some more, and Tom nervously joined her. He ran
his eyes up and down her odd outfit and tried to decide if she
meant more with her words than a simple joke.
"When did you get home?" he asked.
"Just a little before you," she answered, perching on the
edge of his desk. "I wanted to be ready to talk to you about
something."
Tom's stomach flipped, but he told himself to calm down. He
was just paranoid if he thought that his own sister knew anything
about how he often spent his evenings.
"Yeah?" he answered. "What's up?"
Becky snorted and looked from his eyes to his crotch. "Noth-
ing now," she replied. "But there was plenty up last night."