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By Sue Teri

Copyright 2018 Sue Teri

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This story was written as an adult fantasy and is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCE ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please story your files where they cannot be access by minors.

The characters and events portrayed in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

All sexually active characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

It is okay to READ stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it is not okay to HAVE unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 2-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!


I am an eighteen-year-old senior high student and my sister Teri is just over twenty attending college. We both live at home with mum and dad in a garage apartment behind the main house. Teri and I share the upstairs apartment unit, which consists of two bedrooms, a living room area and a full kitchen and bath. There is a second doorway between Teri’s room and the bath. A door we never actually use; in fact, it was painted shut long before either of us were even born. The door itself is original to the garage apartment with an antique glass doorknob and big old keyhole. Thank goodness, it never occurred to my sister to cover up that keyhole.

About three years ago, my dad evicted the tenants they rented the garage apartment to, so I might have ‘a place of my own’ to live after college. Well, that place of my own never came to be; my big sister Teri campaigned fiercely for half the space and beat my parents down. I did not have too much of a problem with it; Teri and I got along well and had lived together growing up, so we laid down some ground rules when she moved back home, and we have shared the place ever since. I never noticed the keyhole in the door between her room and the bathroom; I was still live in the main house when my dad had the garage apartment renovated or when Teri moved her stuff up.

She had a big queen bed with a large wooden headboard that almost hid the fact that there was a door there at all. The bathroom side of the door always had bathrobes, towels etc. hanging on clothes hooks that covered the doorknob. Yeah, sharing a bathroom with my sister was sometimes a bit of a drag; I guess I knew it was there, but it never really registered. Until one day, she asked me to help re-arrange the furniture in her room. I bitched and moaned about it but really, I was happy to help. We moved her bed up against the opposite wall from where it used to be; there was the door! Still, I really did not give it a second thought. I hung up a full-length mirror on it for her; she said the door looked stupid there, and the mirror mostly hid the door for a second time. But not that keyhole.

Just a few nights after that, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I opened the bathroom door and before I could flip on the light switch, I noticed a laser-thin beam of light entering the darkened bathroom from the other bathroom door—from my sister’s room. I stopped dead in my tracks. Hey, I thought to myself. I wonder—I left the light off and walked over to the keyhole bending down, I placed my eye directly over the small opening. I felt a shock of devilish delight as I scanned the entirety of my sister’s bed, directly facing me across the room. Teri was not in it, but I could see all four corners, all her stuffed animals and the end table in the corner.

Wicked thoughts entered my head and I found myself squeezing my cock through the towel I was wearing. C’mon, John; you wouldn’t peep in on your own sister, would you? I asked myself. You know John, I replied, I think I just might! Before I could continue with this inner debate, Teri crossed in front of the mirror and quickly out of sight again. My heart stopped, and I could not breathe. Then, once again, she entered my line of sight. Well, the inner debate was over. The verdict was in; I was peeping on my sister!

No question: Teri was a hottie. She was wearing white cotton panties, a white tank top and was clearly bra-less. That had never been a big deal; her generous thirty-four, D cup tits were something I always teased her about when we were younger, but I saw her in extra-casual mode around the place all the time so seeing her bra-less was nothing new. Nevertheless, there was something about seeing her this way, through the keyhole. I could not take my eyes off her gorgeous tits. She grabbed a hairbrush from her make up table and began brushing out her long blondish hair in the mirror I had hung on the door. I was terrified that I might be found out—she was about five feet away! She would see me staring! She would know! However, no. She had no clue. She just kept brushing her hair with a distant look on her face.

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