My name is Don, a 32-year-old man who happened to have been born as the only male in my family, aside from my old man. I have three sisters with whom I have had a good relationship. Lauren, 23 years of age, is tall and dark haired. Kayla, 20 is slim and shares her older sister's looks. Finally, Cassandra, 18 years of age and unlike her two sisters, is on the short side with brown, not black hair.
I had long admired my sisters, specifically in the looks department. All three of them had appeared in my dreams and I knew from a young age I was sexually attracted to each of them.
Our parents were taking a long vacation this summer and had asked me to move back home to watch over my siblings, much to the annoyance of all three. Lauren, in particular, was not thrilled with thought if having her big brother living at home again; undoubtedly, she had envisioned a summer of having her boyfriend share her bed on a regular basis.
We had a big family dinner the night before our parents' flight and it seemed that Lauren was a bit distant towards me all evening. I slept on the couch that night, after that, I had my parents' bedroom to sleep in while my sisters each had their own rooms.
The next morning I drove Mom and Dad to the airport and promised them to watch over everything while they were gone. I waited until their flight lifted off and drove back home. Since it was a Saturday, all three girls were still crashed, they were known for sleeping late and my parents early flight was not something they had felt the need to get up for, as they said their goodbyes the previous night,
Every since my parents had asked me to stay over, two months ago, I had an idea in mind. Since I managed an electronics store, I was able to acquire some needed material for my plan.
I knew the girls would not be awake for at least an hour or so, so I took the opportunity to set things in motion. Kayla and Cassie shared a bathroom down the hall from their bedrooms. Lauren had her own bathroom that adjoined hers.
I knew that the equipment for Lauren's bathroom would have to wait until she was out of the house but the other bathroom was sufficiently far enough away from everything else that I could work without fear of waking anyone,'
I grabbed a bag from my car and started. I placed a tiny wireless camera in a floral arrangement in the younger girls' bathroom. This particular arrangement had been there for years and I knew the cam would not be discovered. I then went to my parent's bedroom and attached a wireless receiver to their big-screen TV. I set the frequency to pick up the signal from the bathroom and turned on the TV. I grinned as the picture came up. The view was perfect, encompassing the toilet as well as the glassed in shower stall. I set the DVR to record the feed and went downstairs to grab a bite to eat.
About an hour later, I was reading the paper when I heard someone walking in the hallway upstairs. I wondered which sister was going to be the initial featured attraction. I was somewhat bummed out when Lauren came down the stairs, as the system to record her was not in place yet.
"Morning Sis," I said. "How are you this fine morning?"
"I am fine," she replied. "I just don't understand why Mom and Dad felt it was necessary for me to have a babysitter." She said the word "babysitter" with as much sarcasm as could manage at this hour.
