I knew that he was spying on me getting changed, he used to do it regularly when I lived here all the time, I guess he was making up for lost time. He didn't know that I knew he was watching. I could see his shadow moving down the crack of my door which I had accidentally left open slightly open when I pushed it to earlier.
He was my older brother, I was 18 and back from University for the holidays which meant we had to share a room again. We had shared a room all of our lives, so it was nothing new, it was surprising how quickly you get used to your own privacy and space though that I have at Uni.
He was 19 and a typical boy, even though I was his sister I had caught him trying to look up my skirt, or down my top, or whatever slight chance of seeing skin he got. Saying this he was ace and we did get on really well. We had always been close, I suppose sharing a room you kinda have to get on or life gets very tedious very quickly. It wasn't his fault he was at the age where his cock made his decisions.
I smiled to myself as he stepped to one side when I looked so I didn't see him looking, shame the moving shadow made it very obvious that someone was out there. I turned away glancing in the mirror until he started watching again before taking my top off, keeping my back to the door so he couldn't really see anything. I adjusted the cups of my white bra, which was a pointless task in itself really as 34A breasts don't really go anywhere even without a bra. I slid my jeans down showing off my high legged black panties. They were not quite a thong, but were very high legged. I kicked my jeans to the side before checking my phone. It was wrong that he was spying on his sister changing, but I suppose I was also a little bit guilty by teasing him. I put a dressing gown on and went for a shower, once again smiling to myself as the shadow darted downstairs as I approached he door.
I went for my shower and changed into my PJs as it was gone 10pm so was more or less bed time. As usual I got a drink before going to bed and brought him one up too. I noticed as he reached out from under his covers for his drink he was topless. I knew he normally slept naked, but when I was home he normally wore a t-shirt and boxers. I stopped for a second wondering if he had boxers on or not before handing him the drink and getting into my bed.
"Light..." he said.
"Oh crap," I said, "You not get it?"
The light was nearest him, all he had to do was sit up and the light was at the bottom of his bed. My interest already tweaked by him being topless I watched as he leaned forwards taking the covers with him and switching off the light. I didn't see anything as such, but the amount of skin shown did raise the question of if he really was naked or not. The TV was on so we still had a flickery light and I could see his bare arms and shoulder.
"You naked?" I asked him.
"Just boxers." he said back, "Why?"
"Was just wondering, didn't see any when you switched the light off," I answered.
"Oh, so you were looking were you?" he said sticking his tongue out at me.
"Not really, was just wondering," I said as I realised that I was looking, and if indeed he was naked I would have probably seen more than I needed to of my brother.
"What you wearing?" he asked me.
"Erm, t-shirt and shorts," I said.
"Underwear too?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, "Well, panties. I don't have a bra on."
"It is so much cooler and comfier topless, plus cheaper as you don't need to buy PJs," he said, "Why no bra?"
"Comfier," I said.
"You ever slept naked?" he asked, "That is super comfortable," he added sticking his tongue out at me.
"Don't feel comfy naked, cant sleep. If it is hot I go topless, too fidgety, would lose the covers or something." I explained.
"Fair enough," he said, "Shame it isn't hot," he added sticking his tongue out at me.
"Perv," I said sticking my tongue out back at him.
"Meh," he shrugged, "Tits are tits."
"Hahaha," I laughed, "Seriously? You're brain really is in your dick isn't it."
"I am a bloke," he said, "If you fidget wouldn't it make sense to keep your top on?"
"Why?" I asked him.
"You are more likely to lose the top half of the covers than the bottom half aren't you?" he reasoned.
"Yeah, suppose so," I said, "Cant sleep bottomless though."
"Fair enough," he said.
"You still a virgin?" I asked him.
"No," he said instantly.
"Really?" I asked, "No macho shit, I don't care if you are or aren't."
"Are you?" he asked me.
"No," I said.
"Really. Good first term then was it?" he said sitting up, "How many?" he asked smiling at me.
"Cheeky fucker," I said, "Just the one."
"One nighter?" he asked.
"No, we lasted a few weeks before it turned out he was a freak," I said.
"Fair enough," he said, "Did you suck his dick?"
"Hehehe," I laughed again, "I don't think that is any of your business do you," I said grinning.
"That is a yes then," he said, "Lucky bastard."
"And swallowed it too," I said sticking my tongue out at him.
"Dirty bitch," he said, "Did it taste nice?" he asked.
I just smiled at him ignoring his question as I glanced what was on TV, I reached for the remote and started to channel surf to find something half acceptable. He stood up and said he was going for a pee.
"Pee or a wank?" I said to him sticking my tongue out.
"Just a pee unless you are offering to give me an image for the wank bank," he quipped back.
"Wank bank?" I asked a bit confused, "What is one of them?"
"Never heard of a wank bank?" he asked back looking surprised.
"Nope..." I said, "Although it doesn't sound particularly nice."
"A mental image used for erm... self satisfaction moments," he said.
"Hahaha, perv," I said.
"Male," he clarified as he stood up and went out and to the bathroom. He wasn't lieing, he was wearing boxers.
Me and my brother had spent hours and hours talking through the night. Admittedly never the topic of sex in this depth before. As I lay there waiting for him to come back my mind started to imagine what he looked like naked. He was quite good looking, although not a gym fanatic he worked out and was fairly toned. You could see the muscle definition in his arms and legs, his flat stomach was probably only the proper exercises away from a six pack. He came back in so I tried to push the thoughts of him naked out of my mind.
"Sorted," I asked.
"Yeah, Thanks," he said.
"So you still a virgin?" I asked him.
"Yeah, suppose," he said, "Just panic when girls get near. Cant talk to them"