I am the youngest of five children and the only boy. Mom and Dad split years ago, and I was always convinced that it was my fault that they got a divorce. I was what you call a change of life baby. There is a 2 only month gap between me and Sinorice, the next in line. I know what you're saying, that doesn't add up. My dad made me with some girlfriend while mom was still pregnant with Sin. I guess that isn't too uncommon for there to be kids under the same roof with different mothers and fathers in the black community. Even so, that's fucked up. I never got the whole story, and I don't know who or where my birth mother is. I have been living here with them as long as I can remember and I have always called her mom. I have always known about that and my oldest two sisters would go out of their way to remind me. I was considered as just above adopted status. I was the bald headed stepchild.
Mom always tried her best to treat me as one of her own. I never felt that she looked at me any differently, but I was glad when the two oldest got older and moved out of the house. Mom and dad would always argue about everything, but mostly over money. He would often start his diatribes with letting my mom know that just how much he never wanted me. They would yell and scream, and throw things at each other. I always hated to hear them much less see them argue, so ever since I could remember, I would always run and hide. These hiding places would vary with age. You know, what I could fit into at the time.
I settled on my favorite hiding spot, in my sister Sinorice's closet. It has sliding doors with blinds, and there were also two cracks like holes in the closet walls. Through one of them you could see into the hallway. That one was my alarm. You could see people coming toward my sister's room. That's when I knew it was time to get out of there. Through the other hole you could see into the bathroom. The house was always so busy and I was so much younger than everyone else, no one really paid me any attention. I would be hiding for what seemed like hours, so much so my sister wouldn't notice that I was in her closet.
As I got older I would spy on her in her room. I watched as she slept. I watch her as she dressed or more intriguingly as she undressed. I really didn't understand what I was seeing but nevertheless I was compelled. I watched her as she developed. I watched as she rediscovered her body. She sometimes looked as confused as I did. She always came off as being cool and under control, but I knew of her confusion. She blossomed rather early, and that put her at odds with a lot of her friends. She and I rolled in with different crews. I was the brain of the family but she had me beat hands down in the popularity department. While we were growing up, there was more of an effort by mom to keep me and Sinorice separated from each other.
I guess part of me could understand that but part of me didn't like it. This was around the time when I became interested in girls and I liked spying on my sister. It never felt wrong and I guess part of me was waiting to get caught by someone. I love watching her in her bed but the better view of her was in the bathroom. I could see across the toilet and into the shower. There was always something to see in a house full of females. My sisters stayed in there forever, especially Sinorice. Unfortunately, I wasn't always able to catch her but that wasn't for a lack of trying.
In a lot of ways Sinorice was just like most girls. I took her a long time to primp herself. She took forever in the bathroom. When mom noticed that I was getting older, she made the rule that when you were showering, you went into the bathroom covered and you came out covered. There was a guy around and the girls had to cover up for the first time. She had to have caught me staring at one of my sisters a little too long.
That was years ago. Sinorice and I are seniors in high school now. I haven't been in her room for years let alone her closet. Not that I really needed to anymore. Sinorice has blossomed into a very beautiful young woman. She could easily be a model in Black Tail magazine. (If you haven't heard of it βask about it) There's not a self conscience bone in her body. Much to mom's dismay she dresses very freely, almost provocatively. She enjoys the attention. She is a traffic stopper and proud of it. It's like there is always a peep hole on her. She usually goes around the house in a half shirt and panties or a thin t-shirt with nothing under it.
By this time it is just Sinorice, mom, and me in the house. My two oldest sisters, Tricia and Courtney, are both married with two kids each. The next oldest, Roslyn, just graduated from college and is trying to make it on her own (thank goodness). Our punk ass father showed up a few months ago. Dad's been having some health problems lately, not that Sin and I could give a damn. I guess a fast life and all those hot ass hoochies have finally caught up with him. Mom has been strong for us since dad left us, and thankfully she didn't take this punk back.
One day, suddenly things changed between Sin and I. This happened after we'd all come home from my 18th birthday dinner. I was really excited about the whole becoming a man thing. Sin was giving me grief about it since she has been 18 for a couple months already. The whole night was great, and mom even let me drive home. When we got home and after I put away my birthday haul, me and sis went into the living room. It was still pretty early so we decided to watch a movie. All she had on was red French bikini style panties and a half t-shirt that came to just below her tits and was ripped at the bottom. I was sitting on the couch and she was sprawled on the floor in front of the T.V. My god had she grown. She was about 5'7" 160lbs of solid woman. She had 38 D tits that were rarely bound by a bra. She usually could pull that off because she was so thick, but today that shirt barely covered her nipples. I couldn't help but notice her as she moved, as they as the moved. She was lying on her back with her knees bent while the soles of her feet touched each other. I didn't know if her pussy was shaved but I've watched her shave it in the past.
Every so often she would shift her body and her tits would respond in kind. I was starting to get aroused looking at her. I tried to compose myself but that would prove to be a challenge. All I had on was a pair of b-ball shorts and a Jordan throwback jersey so there was little in the way of resistance. Mom was in bed reading so there was no voice of reason. Save for the tube, it was totally quiet in the house.
"You know Teddy I've been wondering something for a while now. Did you like what you saw?" Sinorice said out of the blue breaking the silence.
"Yeah, that was cool the way figured out who the killer was." I responded, thinking she meant the movie we were watching.
"Boy, that's not what I was talking about."
I was a little thrown. "Then what the hell are you talking about?"
She twisted her body around so that she is facing me. She was now facing me on her tummy with her legs straight behind her. Those lovely tits were propping her up. While she spoke I couldn't help but look down her body over to where the curve in her back meets the curves of her ass.
"You know exactly what I mean."
The sound of her voice snaps my attention back to her eyes. All the years of spying on her and looking at her body, I never really took the time to look at her eyes. She has beautiful green eyes and they were slightly almond shape. These were constant reminders of the mixed blood that must run in her veins. I hadn't noticed that she arched her eyebrows. That really accents the shape of her face. The thing about looking at Sinorice is that every time you look at her it was like looking at her for the first time.
"Teddy...Teddy! Are you listening to me?"
"I'm sorry, I was daydreaming. What did you say again?"
"Damn, boy. You do that a lot. What, you on the moon or something?"
"Naw man, I was justβI just spaced out for a second."
"I said you know exactly what I mean."
"You were talking 'bout some shit in the movie, right?"
"No. I wanted to know if you liked what you saw when you saw me."
Damn. Busted. She must have caught me staring at her body. Well she's beautiful and nearly naked and I'm only human. What she'd expect?
"Hey, look I can't help but stare sometimes. Look at how you walk around the house. You are a really pretty girl and..."
"Thank you. But that's not what I meant either. I meant when you saw me before."