It was a warm night and before pulling the blind and getting ready for bed Katherine went to the window, opened it, and just enjoyed the breeze. Spring was definitely here, with the scent of new growth wafting through the air.
A movement caught her eye and she looked around, trying to see what had caught her eye. There was nothing obvious in sight and she shrugged, dismissing it. Probably a cat or a bird. She was about to turn away when she spotted the movement again. There was someone moving behind the darkened window that wasn't quite opposite her bedroom.
Katherine considered for a moment. The corner bedroom was Mr. Wilson's. The one next to it was Trevor's, if she remembered correctly. Yes, that's who it was. He was trying to spy into her bedroom. No matter. With the blinds drawn let him look all he liked.
About to reach for the blinds, Katherine paused, considering angles. From where he was standing, Trevor could only see certain parts of her room. As long as she only stayed in the other sections of the room, or only showed her back when she was in the viewable area, she could drive the swine wild with frustration. That'd teach him to peep.
Over in his bedroom, Trevor fumed. Damn it, why didn't she turn around. When Katherine had forgotten to pull the blinds he'd thought he was in for a show. But she'd had her back to him while she took her shirt off and had then walked out of site. When she'd returned she had a pyjama top on. Then he'd seen her wriggling and bending and he'd known, he'd just known, that she was taking her jeans off, but she was too near the window and he couldn't see below her waist. Then the lights had gone out.
Katherine laughed to herself. That had been fun. She hoped he had an erection so big it exploded. Damned peeping tom.
Over in his own bedroom, Andrew, Trevor's father, had been amused. He'd walked into his bedroom but just before he went to turn the light on he'd seen Katherine getting undressed. From his position he had an excellent view of her bedroom, and he'd thoroughly enjoyed the little show, though there had been something odd about it that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He made a mental note to drop a word to Katherine about pulling her blind.
The next night Katherine again noticed that Trevor's light was out, and she again put on a little show for him, this time turning as she crossed the viewable area, topless, so that he could see her breasts from the side. She had quite nice breasts, and it amused her to flash him a little.
She again failed to realise that Andrew also happened to be in his bedroom when the little show started, and with his superior vantage point he saw a damn sight more than a side flash of boob. Andrew noted that Katherine had grown into quite an attractive young woman, who was old enough to shave certain areas, and did.
Andrew was a little puzzled by Katherine's performance over the last two nights. Up until then she had been conscientious about drawing her blinds each night, now for two nights in a row he had received a free show.
Another night, and Andrew stopped by to speak to Trevor before continuing to his bedroom. This time, Andrew noted, Katherine had drawn her blinds. Pity.
After a week or so of intermittent flashing, Andrew finally realised just what was going on. If his or Trevor's light was on, the blinds were drawn and there was no show. No lights and the show would start.
The oddity of what he was observing also became clear. The positions Katherine took when undressing were always calculated to give a viewer from Trevor's room tantalising and teasing glimpses. A glimpse of boobs from the side occasionally, an apparently accidental full view that only lasted for a second. The little minx suspected that Trevor was peeping at her and was deliberately teasing him.
Unfortunately for her, she totally forgot that Andrew had a much better view of her bedroom, and when she undressed he could see everything she had. Problem now was what to do with the little exhibitionist and what to do about his peeping tom son.
Actually, now that he considered his son, the solution was easy. The boy had long outgrown the small bedroom he was in, but it would make an excellent office for Andrew. Accordingly, Trevor a few days later found himself being moved into what had been the guestroom, complete with en suite. It would be Trevor's responsibility to keep the en suite clean and tidy, otherwise Andrew would kick him around the house until he did so.
Leaving the light on in Trevor's old room would let Katherine see that it was now an office, not a bedroom, and that would probably stop her shenanigans. Andrew made a note to himself to do that. Sometime. No hurry. There were other things that had priority. Like getting a nice camera.
Over the next few weeks Andrew viewed some excellent performances from Katherine. The more she did her little exhibitionist shows the more she wanted to do them, offering longer and more explicit displays to an audience that she had not realised had departed.
Then came a long weekend. Katherine's parents were away for the weekend and Andrew had gone camping with some friends. Perhaps it was time Andrew mentioned to Katherine that Trevor had shifted rooms and she could stop her performances.
Seeing Katherine walking past on her way home on Saturday, Andrew called out to her.
"Excuse me, Katherine, but have you got a minute?"
"Oh, hi, Mr. Wilson. How can I help you?"
"I seem to have acquired something that I think is yours. Would you care to come and see it and confirm. It's in my office."
Katherine followed Andrew into the house and was startled when they headed into what she had thought was Trevor's bedroom but was now obviously an office.
"I thought that this was Trevor's room," she said, a touch of chagrin in her voice.
"It was," confirmed Andrew, "but he moved into what was the guest rooms a few weeks back. It gives him more space and better privacy now that he's getting older. Now if you'll excuse me a moment while I set this running."
Katherine turned to see what Andrew was doing, feeling a little silly. All that careful flashing to an empty room. It didn't seem fair.
A film came up on the screen, and Katherine blushed. It was a picture of a nude woman, showing a fairly close up view of her genitals. She opened her mouth to protest when Andrew spoke.
"Keep watching. I think you'll find this interesting," he told her firmly.
Katherine glanced back at the monitor and saw that the camera was panning back, showing more of the woman and the surrounding area, which were starting to look familiar. With a sickening feeling in her stomach Katherine watched as her face came into view while she danced around her room naked. She'd positioned herself so that Trevor could only see occasional flashes. She hadn't even considered what Mr. Wilson would be able to see from his bedroom.
"Interesting isn't it," said Andrew with a smile. "I've put together several of your little shows. You have an amazing figure. Very sexy and enticing. Would you care to explain why you've been giving me these little exhibitions?"
