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Big sisters can be . . .

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"Cumming" home from camp with a new perspective on what a penis could be used for...With my new-found understanding that my penis was destined to become a center of my attention, I returned from Scout camp with a desire to further explore my budding sexuality. The closest object for these explorations became my older sister, Marilyn. She was four years older and by age sixteen, she was well-developed at 5'6" tall, a thin body-type with great legs, nice tits and a tiny waist. She had shoulder length brown hair that she wore in a variety of styles. She hung around with lots of other teenagers and we always had one or two of her friends staying over at our house. My sister was also very close to one of my many girl cousins who lived close by. For the next two years until my sister left to get married, I was obsessed with finding ways to watch my sister and her overnight guests in their underwear or, if I got lucky, naked. The first and easiest way was provided by the fact that our middle-class two-story home only had one bathroom. We had a single toilet in a small closet in our finished basement, but the upstairs bathroom had the only bathtub and it had a convenient skeleton key hole below the doorknob. We had four rooms on the second floor of our house and they were arranged with my parent's bedroom in the front, my bedroom next to my parent's room, and then my sister's bedroom and then another room that my mother used as a sewing room after my older brother left home to join the navy.All of the rooms were arranged along a central hallway that led to the single bathroom that was situated between my room and my sister's room. There was a stairwell that divided the hallway with the top of stairs ending up directly across from the bathroom door. Because of the squeaky nature of our old hardwood floors, I became adept with plotting my approach to my kneeling position by the bathroom door so I could sneak a peek at my sister, cousins or various other female visitors.I was not able to do any peeking when my parents were home or in their bedroom out of mortal fear of being caught and receiving a severe spanking from my father. My family was raised with traditional and conservative moral values and my parents demanded that we dress appropriately and never walk around in our underwear. My sister was more of a risk-taker than I was, and she often walked to and from her bedroom to the bathroom in her bra and panties or after a bath, wrapped in a large towel. I found that I could easily view the bathroom door from behind my parent's open bedroom door than from my own room. I spent a lot of time sitting on the floor behind that door waiting for my sister or one of her sleepover guests to make the run from her room to the bathroom.Although it was several months after my return from Boy Scout camp before I was able to masturbate to orgasm, I still jacked my bone-hard penis raw when I saw my sister in her bra and panties. The first real orgasm that I remember that involved watching my sister occurred after she had entered the bathroom and was running the water for her bath. I used the noise from the running water to cover my sneaking and squeaking movement from behind my parent's bedroom door to my kneeling position below the keyhole. It was still warm outside and I wore short pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. There was a "pee" flap in the front and I quickly released my raging hard-on through the opening. As I steadied my eyeball by the keyhole I was greeted with a view of my sister's naked breasts and densely covered brown haired pussy bush. She was standing in front of the sink brushing her teeth with her breasts hanging nicely with their perky pink tips and nipples pointing downward. I hoped that the gasp that I emitted when I blasted my cum-load onto the bathroom door was muted by the running bath water as I quickly snuck back into my room, not thinking about the puddle of cum dripping off of the splattered door and into the hall carpet. That scenario was to be repeated hundreds of times over the next six years until I myself went off to college. At one time, I kept a secret log of who I looked at through that keyhole. I remember using a code of "A" = ass, "B" = breasts, and "C" = cunt. Not very novel an idea, but that spiral binder ended up having more than twenty names in it with various "code" designators. I watched four of my sister's high school girlfriends, several female cousins, four of my aunts, two neighbor women and several of my mother's friends from the PTA, church, and her workplace. I saw a plethora of pussy bush in colors that ranged from light and tawny to black as coal. I learned that age had nothing to do with the amount of hair that a woman or girl had "down there" since some of my older [30's and 40's] aunts had almost naked pubic areas and one of my 12 year old cousins had a bush of red pubic hair that was so bushy and long that she could have braided it! Because most of our visitors were only using the toilet to pee I didn't put as many "B's" in my book. But, all-in-all, I dumped a ton of cum on that door and into the small towel that I routinely brought with me when I stooped down and beat my meat.Another viewing vantage point that I explored was from the gently sloping porch roof outside my sister's bedroom. This was a very risky venture since I had to climb out my own bedroom window above our side gangway and then slide across a 2-foot-wide roof edge to reach the rear porch roof that allowed access to my sister's bedroom window. As much as I loved to see my sister and her sleepover guests I only carried it out my roof escapade on a few adventurous occasions. On two specific trips onto the roof I was able to see my oldest cousin naked and on another, both my sister and one of her friends stripping and getting into their nightgowns. In addition to being somewhat dangerous, the rooftop was visible to both of our next door neighbor's back yards; I didn't climb up there very often. I did, however, always manage to dump a load of jism onto the gray roof shingles each time that I saw some flesh.Since I know that I viewed the peeking as somewhat "deviant", I never shared my voyeuristic passion with any other person. These forays into masturbation territory remained my own personal domain until my folks sold the house and moved to the suburbs when I was in college.

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