Steve sat on the edge of the bathtub, his mind wandering back to his teenage years. He could still remember the thrill of sneaking peeks at his sister Sandra while she was getting naked in the bathroom. The forbidden nature of it all made his heart race and his cock twitch in his pants. He would watch as she undressed, her curves on display, before quickly jerking himself off and eating his own cum. It was a secret thrill that he had never been able to shake.
But as he sat there now, he knew that he couldn't do that anymore. Sandra was a grown woman, and it was wrong for him to spy on her like that. But still, he couldn't help but stare as the bathroom door opened and Sandra stepped inside.
She was even more beautiful than he remembered, her curves fuller and more enticing than ever before. He felt his cock stir in his pants as he watched her begin to undress, her fingers working at the buttons of her blouse.
But then, Sandra caught him. She looked up, her eyes narrowing as she saw him watching her. "What are you doing, pervy little brother?" she asked, her voice sharp and cutting.
Steve tried to play it off, but he knew that he had been caught. "I was just...uh...fixing the sink," he stammered, gesturing towards the faucet.
But Sandra wasn't fooled. "You were spying on me, weren't you?" she asked, her voice cold and angry.
Steve tried to deny it, but he knew that it was no use. Sandra knew, and there was no way to hide it. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. "I won't do it again."
But Sandra wasn't satisfied. "You better not," she said, her voice stern. "If I catch you spying on me again, I'll tell our parents."
Steve felt his heart drop at the threat. He knew that his parents would be disappointed in him, and he didn't want to let them down. "I won't," he said, feeling grateful and relieved.
Sandra nodded, satisfied. "Good," she said, before turning and leaving the bathroom.
Steve let out a sigh of relief as she left, feeling grateful that she hadn't told on him. He knew that he needed to stop spying on Sandra, and he made a mental note to himself to keep his distance from now on.
Sandra finished her shower and got dressed, still fuming about Steve's spying. She couldn't believe that he would do something like that, and she knew that she needed to confront him about it. She couldn't let him get away with it.
She found Steve in his room, his eyes glued to his phone. "We need to talk," she said, her voice firm.
Steve looked up, his heart racing. He knew that he was in trouble, and he braced himself for Sandra's anger.
"I know that you've been spying on me," Sandra said, her voice sharp and cutting. "And I want you to stop."
Steve nodded, feeling grateful and relieved. "I will," he said, knowing that he had no other choice.
Sandra nodded, satisfied. "Good," she said, before turning and leaving the room.
Steve let out a sigh of relief as she left, feeling grateful that he had been given a second chance. He knew that he needed to change his ways, and he was determined to do better from now on.
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