My name is William, although I normally go by Will. I'm going to be nineteen in just over a month and I still live at home with my family. My mother's name is Beverly and she is in her forties. I have an older sister Deanna and an older brother Jean-Luc and they are twenty three and twenty one respectively. My father left years ago. And yes, before you ask, my mother is an avid trekkie and my middle name is Thomas. (For added effect, insert an audible sigh here!)
Unlike my two older siblings, I'm a bit of what most people would call a nerd or a geek. I like science and technology stuff, real science and technology stuff, not what Sci-Fi would have you believe is real science. By the age of fifteen, where my siblings would have been off playing sports or getting in with the 'in crowd', I had already got myself a particularly geeky part time job.
My part time job was at the local TV repair workshop. It was the last such workshop in town because most people these days just discard their failed electronic device and purchase a new one. Due to this trend, Sandra, the workshop owner, had also diversified in DVR, CCTV and remote surveillance systems.
Sandy was great to work for. She showed me everything that she was doing and I was just like a sponge, absorbing all that came my way. Granted, there was some menial work too like sweeping up and carrying equipment and tools to and from the van, but this was a price that I paid willingly for the knowledge that I was gaining.
When Sandy did an upgrade or a refit for a customer, we'd often have parts, cables and old equipment left over. Sandy would have first choice, obviously. However, after Sandy had finished salvaging the commercially valuable stuff, I was free to take whatever I liked home, no questions asked. On top of this, I also got paid in cash.
Fast forward to today and I have managed to install a number of surveillance devices around the house. I have multiple cameras and a microphone discretely positioned in my mother's bedroom and my sister's bedroom. My brother's room was a little more challenging so there is only a single camera and mic. All of these devices fed back to a Raspberry Pi that I use as a makeshift DVR.
The room that vexes me the most is the main upstairs bathroom. Due to wiring access limitations resulting from an ill-positioned structural wall that I am yet to devise an adequate solution to, the camera that I have installed had to be wireless controlled with SD card storage. I'd managed to get power from a nearby electrical cable. However, the challenge of getting the connecting cable a mere eight metres out and across to my room was proving to be considerably more than trivial.
In the interim, I'd hacked the camera's firmware to use an encrypted 802.11 connection back to the Raspberry Pi that was acting as a hidden WiFi based station thanks to an appropriately modded dongle. I could use this to manage the camera, but had to manually retrieve the SD card from the camera.
After letting the system run for a few days, I decided that it was time to check on progress. I'd tested the motion-activation feature previously, so I wanted to see how the SD card had fared. I waited until my family had gone out one evening before recovering the SD card. I cursed loudly and vehemently the moment that I connected it to my computer as I found that the card appeared to be corrupted.
After struggling with the faulty SD card for over an hour, I decided to ask Rosemary to come over and have a look at it for me. Rosemary lived next door and was a geek like me, that's probably why we got on so well. Neither of us was particularly popular at school so we just seemed to gravitate towards each other hiding in the same corner of the library.
We'd lost our virginities to each other not too long ago. There was no big romance or passionate declaration or anything like that. We are both logical, pragmatic people and when Rosemary suggested that we should have sex together to see what all the fuss was about, I could think of no valid objections, so we did.
Rosemary fancied ourselves as being a latter day 'Masters and Johnson'. We've had sex multiple times to assess the efficacy of various positions. We purchased Fitbit units to keep track of our vital signs during our 'data gathering sessions' as she liked to call them.
We recorded every session along with a follow-up interview on video. We also complete post‑session questionnaires independently. All of these data are collated in a spreadsheet and this, along with the telemetry from our Fitbits, is stored in an encrypted partition on my NAS. I wanted to use a proper RDBMS, but Rosemary said that we could transfer the data later if we needed to.
I was good at dealing with code on EEPROMS, etc, so I had no problem hacking the firmware in the cameras. However, when it came to file systems, I was a noob compared to Rosemary. Rosemary was the undisputed queen of the file systems. Within about ten minutes, she was already recovering some of the data and in under an hour she had recovered just about everything that was recoverable.
"OK, let's see what we've got." Rosemary said as she looked across to me.
"Well the bigger files will probably be h.264 recordings and I'm not sure about the others." I replied.
"VLC?" Rosemary asked.
"Yeh, OK. That's normally pretty good with iffy data streams." I replied.
I watched as Rosemary opened VLC and then dragged the biggest file into the window. My heart sank when at first all that was showing were big multi-coloured blocks, however, after about ten seconds a clear image formed.
"Oh look, that's Deanna." Rosemary said pointing at the screen.
"Indeed it is." I agreed.
"She's got great tits." Rosemary said.
"She does, but she shaves her pussy." I said absentmindedly having seen many hours of her bedroom footage.
Rosemary and I watched as my naked sister ran a bath, stepped in and then settled herself into a comfortable position. At first, she simply tweaked her breasts and played with a nipples a bit. We continued to watch as Deanna concentrated on her breasts for a few moments more before moving her attention elsewhere.
"I usually like to play with my areolas a bit longer before moving to my clitoris." Rosemary commented before adding, "But each to their own I suppose."
We watched my sister pleasure herself for several minutes before she suddenly stopped and looked up. I silently rebuked myself for not taking more time to get the audio working before the source of my sister's alarm was revealed.
My brother Jean-Luc casually ambled into frame completely naked. Casual nudity in our household was rare, but not necessarily frowned upon. As my brother walked over to stand beside the bath tub, my sister sat up and seemed to start engaging him in conversation. It seemed quite amicable and she did not appear to be distressed at all.
What came next was somewhat unexpected. My sister extended her hand to approximately where I expected my brother's penis would be. Unfortunately, his torso was blocking a clear view of what was happening.
