I turned up the music as I continued to get ready for the party, but decided to get dressed in a different order tonight.įirst I would do my hair and then get dressed.
My brother had gone into his room while I finished in the bathroom, but his door was also open – just a few inches – and his light was off. My room was directly across the hall from my brother’s room, so when I went in with the towel around me I kept singing to the music like I usually did, but this time I forgot to close the door. What had come over me? I couldn’t figure it out, but it was both exciting and naughty. Mom wouldn’t be home for another half hour, so I thought of showing off in another way. The shiny brush handle was too foggy for me to tell if he was still watching or not. Then I turned away and took off the towel, shaking my hair. Twang, twang, twang with the sharp sound of the music. Besides enjoying the teasing I was doing, it also felt good, as my fingers pulled my bald lips way over to the side, pressing hard on my button hidden inside the stiffening lips. I began strumming lower and lower and began to strum my pussy lips as I danced my way out of the tub – towel still over my head, just acting silly. Then and idea hit me while I was “strumming” my bellybutton. Holding the towel over my head with my left hand, I pretended I was strumming a guitar with my right, like I did sometimes when we watched MTV together, while we were both supposed to be doing our homework. What should I do now? Before I could come up with an idea, the music changed to a faster rock song, so I continued to fluff the towel and dry off my hair, singing, turning, and dancing as I let him watch me. I think he stopped on the far side of the hall looking at me as I continued to towel off my hair. I was toweling my hair when his soft footsteps went past the door. (I had turned off the hall light on my way to the bathroom.) When I heard him come up the steps, I stood and faced the door, putting the big towel on my head, covering my face. I was singing along with the music, but really listening for his footsteps on the carpet in the dark hallway. The music was playing on the radio in my bedroom, and I kept both doors wide open – just so I could hear the music, of course.
I was pretending to dry my hair with a big towel over my head and covering my face. I figured out a way to face the door so he could see my front, but not know I was posing for him. Last week I was getting ready for a school dance. For some reason it gave me a sense of power and excitement when I knew he was spying on me. That was when I began leaving the door open even wider. I watched him walk back and forth, looking at me. Anyway, I used to pose with my back to the door, standing in the tub, washing my chest or fanny, and looking at his reflection in the black, plastic hair brush handle. We must have heard that story a hundred times – about how they had to take the hinges off the bathroom door so they could take her to the hospital to X-ray her hip. We always had to leave the bathroom door open a little bit in case anyone ever fell down in the tub like mom’s aunt did years ago. I was starting to get some fuzz on my lower legs.Īlso, I knew he liked to spy on me sometimes, because I would catch him walking past the bathroom again and again for no apparent reason whenever I took a bath. You couldn’t even see them without a real close look. Even though I was in the seventh grade, I still hardly had any ‘boobies’ which Jack sometimes teased me about, and I was just getting my first pubic hairs. I figured they probably shaved themselves since they were obviously older than me. Some of the girls were very well endowed, which always made me jealous, and surprisingly some were hairless. Being a good detective though, I remembered the location, and which page it was on before I started reading – well, more like staring – from cover to cover. There were lots of pictures of naked girls in this magazine and for some reason, I could not put it down. I have always like snooping around and this was one of the treasures that further developed my sleuthing tendencies. My big brother was in high school and I was in the seventh grade when I found a magazine under his mattress.
This would give him a great view of my spread open fanny. I got on my hands and knees, keeping my knees apart, and with an exaggerated stretch, reached under to pull them out.
My dirty panties were laying under the edge of my bed.