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The Spybrator

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The Spybrator by CasperI made a startling discovery just a few days after our family moved into a new home. I was lying in my dark bedroom, doing what the typical 15 year-old boy does every night... masturbating. Suddenly, my attention was drawn to the air conditioning vent located above my dresser. A soft glow had just appeared through the vent. That stirred my curiosity, so I climbed onto the top of my dresser to look through the slits on the vent. The problem with the vent slits was, they were fixed at the wrong angle, so I couldn't really see anything. I jumped off the dresser and retrieved a screwdriver, which I used to remove the screws holding the vent in place. Carefully pulling the vent out of the rectangular hole, I could now peer inside the air conditioning chase-way. The source of the light was now obvious. There was another vent on the other side of the chase-way, which supplied air to the bedroom next to mine. I realized with great excitement that this was my 17 year-old sister's bedroom! With my heart in my throat, I peeked through the slits of this other vent. I could scarcely contain my excitement at what I saw. From my vantage point, I had a clear view of Brenda's bedroom! The arrangement of her room was a mirror image of my own, so the vent was located above the foot of her bed. Brenda was standing in front of a full-length mirror, and was pulling off her tank-top. She tossed the top to the floor, and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Even though she had her back to me, the mirror gave me a clear view of her front. Once the bra was unhooked, Brenda slipped off the shoulder straps, allowing the bra to fall to the floor. "Yes!" I silently mouthed. This was my first view of live girl-tit, and best of all, it belonged to my sexy sister! I grabbed hold of my throbbing cock and began to slowly stroke it. "Take your time, Brad boy." I told myself. I didn't want to come too soon, best to prolong the pleasure until Brenda was completely naked. Brenda cupped her breasts in both hands and seemed to be admiring her image in the mirror. After a few minutes of self-appreciation, she dropped her hands to her shorts and unbuttoned them. Pulling down the zipper, she slipped the shorts over her hips and down her shapely legs. Now she was clad only in a pair of pink panties. My stroking tempo picked up now, and I could tell that my climax wasn't far behind! I assumed that the panties would come off next. Instead, she bent down to pick up her clothes, and walked to a corner, where she placed them in a hamper. I enjoyed the jiggling of her breasts as she walked. At that moment, I began to convulse as my ejaculate boiled up and I began spraying the wall with my semen. Brenda went over to her dresser and pulled a nightshirt out of a drawer and slipped it over her head. I then realized with some disappointment that she wasn't going to remove her panties tonight, but would sleep in them. Brenda switched off the light, and the peep show was over. I quietly replaced the vent, and decided to leave out the screws, since it stayed in place without them. That would make removing it in the future a quick and easy task. After wiping up the semen on the wall, I climbed into bed and replayed the scene of my sister's little strip show. I began to fantasize about the things I might get to see her do in her bedroom. Not just seeing her stripped completely naked, but spying on her while she masturbates... maybe even catching her having sex with a boyfriend. Boy, wouldn't that be hot! If I could catch her with a boy and videotape it, I could blackmail her for sex! I learned over the next couple of weeks just how difficult it was to catch Brenda doing anything sexual. Oh sure, I got to see her buck naked plenty of times, and while that was a real thrill, it wasn't quite what I was hoping to see. I still hadn't caught her masturbating, and no sessions with her boyfriend either. Then while surfing the net, I stumbled across a web site that sells electronic spy gadgets. Most of their merchandise was beyond my meager budget, but they had something that was affordable, and it gave me an idea. One week later, my order arrived, and I excitedly began my project. I slipped into Brenda's bedroom while she was away, and began searching. I didn't find what I was looking for in her dresser drawers, nightstand, or closet, but under her bed I finally hit pay dirt. It was a shoe box full of Playgirl magazines and some trashy romance novels. Most importantly, the box contained the item I was seeking... her vibrator. I had definitely found Brenda's masturbation kit! I put the vibrator to my nose and sniffed. Yep... the unmistakable scent of pussy! I took the vibrator back to my room and dismantled it. As I suspected, there was plenty of unused space inside the cavity to add my little gadget. I opened my delivery package and examined the contents. It was a miniature FM radio transmitter and microphone. About the size of a quarter, it had a range of up to 250 feet, which was more than adequate. I wired the transmitter into the circuitry of the vibrator. It used two AA batteries, which was compatible with the transmitter's power requirements. The modifications completed, I stuffed the electronics back into the vibrator and reassembled it. I had just melded spy technology with a vibrator, so I dubbed my creation the "Spybrator." Now it was time for a little test. I turned on my radio and tuned it to an unused spot on the dial, then I switched on the Spybrator. It began vibrating, but more importantly, the radio began making a loud buzzing noise. In my best imitation of Dr. Frankenstein, I cried, "It's alive!... It's alive!" Just to be sure, I took the Spybrator back to Brenda's bedroom and left it on her bed. I went back to my room and the radio was still buzzing. I returned to Brenda's room and turned off the Spybrator. Since the transmitter would put an additional load on the batteries, I swapped them out for a fresh pair. I returned the Spybrator to its hiding place and went to my room. I set the volume on my radio down just high enough that nobody would hear the buzzing outside my bedroom. That evening, I studied in my room, eagerly waiting for the buzzing to signal that the Spybrator was being used, but the radio remained silent. The following morning, I was in a semi-awake state, when I was suddenly brought to full consciousness by my buzzing radio. Show-time! I leaped off the bed and climbed on top of my dresser. Quietly removing the vent, I peered through the slits of the other vent and saw what I had been dreaming about for so long. There was Brenda on her back, a Playgirl magazine in one hand, while her other worked the tip of the Spybrator over the outside of her snatch! My cock became instantly erect, and I quickly pulled down my briefs so I could begin stroking while I enjoyed the show. Brenda must have been looking at a centerfold, because she was holding the magazine sideways, and an extra page extended below the cover. Since the air conditioning vent was opposite her headboard, I could only see the cover of the magazine, but naked guys weren't my bag anyhow. What I did have was a great view of Brenda's blond triangle, and below that, her lovely pink pussy! As the Spybrator slowly carried Brenda ever closer to orgasmic bliss, she began pushing the tip of the penis-shaped device into her moist opening. I sped up my strokes as I watched it go ever deeper. By the time she had the entire length completely buried within her love tunnel, she was panting like a locomotive. Now she began to withdraw it, stopping only when all but the final inch had been pulled out. She worked the tip around her entrance, before plunging it all the way back into her depths. Brenda kept working the Spybrator in and out, her pace gradually increasing as her climax approached. Then it happened. Her whole body visibly tensed, and then her back and hips arched off the mattress. She started bucking her hips, meeting the thrusts of her imaginary lover. Suddenly, she turned her head to the side and buried her face in her pillow. I could just barely hear the sound of her muffled cry! That sent me over the top too, and I began hosing down the wall with my semen. I continued to watch until Brenda stashed her masturbation kit and got dressed. I replaced the vent and cleaned up the mess covering my wall. I decided that I would need to keep a supply of condoms for use when I jacked-off. The Spybrator was a rip-roaring success, and the $29.95 I'd paid for the transmitter was money well spent. Epilogue: The Spybrator alerted me to many voyeuristic and masturbatory opportunities, but it did have its limitations. It couldn't alert me if Brenda ever sneaked a boy into her bedroom, since she'd have no need of a plastic penis when a real one was available. If Brenda decided to masturbate at night with the lights off, then I couldn't see anything. I considered buying some night vision goggles, but the things are just too darned expensive. I did eventually catch Brenda in the act of screwing a boyfriend in her bedroom, and got it all on videotape. Did I blackmail her for sex? Well... let's just say I found a better reason for keeping an ample supply of condoms in my bedroom!