It's a hot, hot summer...one of those days they describe as a 'scorcher.' Even the bees buzzing around seem to be lazily going from flower to flower, as if moving any faster would cause them to burst into flame. For an energetic, tomboy-ish young woman, home on summer break from college, it is sheer torture. She is bored, bored, double bored, triple bored. She runs her fingers through her honey-blond hair, the hair her mother says she shouldn't get bobbed and all but insists must remain long, and feels the sweat run down the strands, soaking her hair and making it go limp. Anything requiring movement is torture...but so is sitting still; she has nothing to do. Then she notices her brother's car in the driveway and a wicked smile comes across her face. Spying on him is always an interesting diversion...
She had discovered the crack in her closet by accident a few years ago, when she had put some toys and other items she no longer needed up; one of them had fallen over and landed right below it. She discovered she could see right through it into her older brother's room. Peeking in on him, she got to see the most interesting male activities – like him making muscles and preening in front of his full-length mirror on the opposite wall (he was an ex-bodybuilder and wrestler but still liked to pretend he was a teen jock), or trying on outfits to see which ones might look cool enough to impress the local gals, or, if he was in a goofy enough mood, making faces at himself in the self-same mirror.
Today, though, was different. She knew mom and dad were gone for the day and it was just the two of them, but she would never have believed her brother would do what he did next. He put on some softer music than he usually listened to, laid back on his bed, and began to stroke his penis, applying lotion to make it rub smoother. She looked wide-eyed at his cock...it looked huge to her, and she shivered slightly. Feelings she'd never really fully experienced before started to fill her, making her feel uncomfortable and restless - as old as she was, she was still fairly naive and a virgin, a "late bloomer," as her mother described her, with considerable relief. Unconsciously, her hand slid down into her pants and she began to rub the aching spot between her legs. When she did that, her legs moved, and something clanked against something else, making a noise which could be heard even above the music.
She froze. Her brother jumped out of bed and without getting dressed yelled, "Who's there?" She debated not telling, but then she knew he'd find out somehow. So with trembling legs, her hand still down in her panties, she left the closet and went to her brother. "I – I'm sorry," she whispered. 'I – didn't mean to make any noise."
