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Letting it Show

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Letting it Show by Dave (zbvhsble@hotmail.com)When I was about 13 and getting heavily into masturbation, I developed a strong urge to be seen masturbating by my older sister, who was about 17. Jane was very beautiful and sexy, and even though I wasn’t supposed to have such thoughts about her, I did. She would frequently walk around in just a bra and panties, sometimes with just panties. She would seldom bother to close her door to change clothes, and sometimes after getting out of the shower she would put her panties on without closing the door albeit with her back turned. I got many glimpses of her ass this way, and looking back she probably liked the effect this had on me. I was determined that it would appear I was getting caught accidentally because I did not want to be seen as a pervert (even if I was a little). I figured morning would be the best time. Jane usually got up for school around the same time I did, and the same time our parents did, about 7 o’clock. But once a week she had to get up around 6:30 to leave early I can’t even remember why. On these days she would usually walk quietly to my bedroom door and close it so she wouldn’t wake me up. The head of my bed was next to the door, so if you were lying on the bed you would be looking away from anyone standing in the doorway. Her bedroom was around a turn in the hall, and she slept with her bedroom door closed, but I could still barely hear her alarm clock go off. I knew she lay in bed about five minutes before getting up to shower. The bathroom was next to my room, and this is when she would close my door. She would be very quiet, so I knew it would be believable that I would not have heard her. I spent several weeks thinking about doing this, listening carefully and making mental notes On the day I was going to do it I was awake a good hour before I knew she would get up. I was horny as hell and had a big hard on, so it was difficult to not go ahead and jack off before she got up. I had intentionally not masturbated for two days so I’d have a big load saved up and could make myself come quickly. I wanted her to not only see me masturbating but to see me come as well. I waited patiently and heard her alarm go off on schedule. I started stroking my cock and it quickly got hard. I lay with my pajama bottom and the covers pulled down to about mid-thigh. I could barely hear her door open and I knew she’d be at my door in just a few seconds, so I started really stroking. I could feel the two days of come weighing heavy, and I could tell I was going to come any moment. Knowing she would see me excited me a great deal. Then, I could sense she was there at my door I guess I could hear her or could see a shadow I’m not sure how I could tell exactly but I knew she was there. My dick was hard as it had ever been, and I was seconds from coming. Then, with a quiet moan, I gushed forth a huge load of come. It spurted up to my face, and a couple of globs hit me on the chest. I continued pumping until I was totally spent, using the semen as lubrication. While I was coming I lost track of what Jane might be doing. I was afraid to turn my head, but I had to know, so I tilted my head ever so slightly so I could see out of the corner of my eye. My bedroom door was still open. For a moment I was afraid she had missed it. But then I heard a footstep away from the doorway. She did not close my door as she always did, but she went into the bathroom and started the shower. I knew I had been successful, that she had seen me shoot one of the biggest loads of my life. Now what? I had not thought about what might happen afterwards. But I had nothing to fear, Jane was cool. When she got out of the shower she came to my door. I was lying like I was asleep, and I heard her gently close the door. A short while later when I got up, Jane greeted me very warmly. It may have been my imagination, but she seemed perkier than usual when she said good morning. Then she said, “That was some show this morning I guess you’re growing up pretty fast.” I said, stupidly, “What do you mean?” “The show this morning, you know your jacking off. You’re a big guy.” “Oh, sorry about that, I didn’t know you saw that” I said, acting embarrassed (which was only a half act at that point.) “Don’t feel sorry. Everybody does that, even me. But just a suggestion, use some lotion when you jack off it’ll feel even better.” Wow. I wanted to say, “You do it, too? can I watch?” or even “you want to watch me again?” But instead I said, “Oh, thanks.” That was all that was said at that time, but that afternoon Jane came into my room and said “what’s up?” Nothing, I said, what’s up with you? She got closer and whispered in my ear “I’m going into my room to masturbate I just wanted to let you know. Sorry I can’t let you watch.” With that she disappeared into her room and shut the door. She stayed a long time during which I jacked off just thinking about it. But she must have had second thoughts about having said that because it was never mentioned again.