Voyeur Brother spying on Sister gets more than he could have hoped.. My name is Connor. My mom told me that she named me Connor because she hates nicknames and figured that no one could possibly give me a nickname with a name like Connor. Of course that presumed that I didn’t acquire a nickname like Buddy or Buster or Scooter like so often happens in the South. But, we didn’t live in the south and I survived my youth as just Connor to my mother’s relief. As I write this, I am eighteen and a senior in the public high school. I am socially awkward; at least by the standard set by my older sister. I’m tall and lean and decent looking, I think, but girls don’t gravitate my way. Confidence or lack thereof is the problem I guess. I get good grades and despite being a good athlete I’m considered to be a nerd. I have dated a few girls but never had sex other than with my hand, which I do often.
My mom, Rachel, is thirty-eight and is absolutely gorgeous. Her heritage is Indian (from India). She has full wavy black hair that she wears long, down to her mid-back. Her light olive complexion is like a permanent tan. Her large, dark brown eyes are intoxicating. She has always maintained her incredible figure. My friends call her a MILF. My familiarity with porn internet sites taught me what that acronym meant and while I was insulted for my mom I couldn’t disagree. I just asked that they not make that reference to her when I am around.
My dad, Michael, is also thirty-eight. He is tall and athletic. He met my mom in high school. He played basketball and mom was a cheerleader. He apparently never had the lack of confidence problem. Mom was pregnant with my sister during their senior year and they got married that summer after graduation. Dad worked two jobs at first and mom worked one. He finally got an opportunity in a technology company as a technician and he stopped working the second job. He realized right away that he had a knack for the technology stuff but he wasn’t going to go anywhere without a degree so he slogged his way through eight years of night school to get his engineering degree. His career took off after that and my mom stopped working and became a ‘stay-at-home’ mom. He must be doing quite well based on the house we live in and the top end cars we all drive.
My sister, Ciara, is twenty. She attends the local community college and lives at home. She looks very much like my mom. In fact many people think they are sisters. She has the same full, wavy, jet black hair that inspired my mom to choose the name Ciara, which is an Irish name that means ‘black as a raven’. Her skin is a little lighter than mom’s but her eyes are sky-blue, like dad’s and mine. That combination of thick, black, wavy hair and the bright blue eyes is stunning. She looks like a younger, dark haired Meagan Kelly on Fox News. It’s no wonder why Ciara was the most popular girl in our high school. Her figure is at least as incredible as mom’s. Ciara’s breasts are a little larger. Her waist and hips is a little trimmer and her legs seem to go on forever as she is significantly taller than mom. Her total package is better than anything I’ve ever seen on the porno sites and to say the least, after getting over the fact that she is my pain-in-the-ass older sister, Ciara is now my favorite vision to jerk off to when a computer isn’t handy.
Ciara is sexually active and has been for a couple years that I know of. I only know that because her bedroom abuts mine one floor up and at the opposite end of the house from my parent’s bedroom. My walk-in closet is the only thing that separates our rooms. I discovered by accident one evening when our parents were out that Ciara had her boyfriend in her room. I could hear strange noises while I was doing my homework. I followed the noises into my closet and with my ear against the adjoining wall I could hear moans and groans and slurping and skin slapping just like on the porno sites I frequented. I jerked myself off three times as a stood there and listened. I know it was wrong to be listening but I was sixteen then and nothing was going to tear me away from that wall. I only wished that I could see as well as hear.
I listened at that wall for a year as Ciara “entertained” numerous boyfriends before I got up the nerve to form a plan that had been building in my mind ever since that first night. I had already perused her bedroom which was papered with multiple colored shapes like the art-deco of the 1930’s. Drilling a hole in that collage of shapes would be easy. Then I noticed that there was a heating and air conditioning vent above the door to her private bathroom. I had been watching the TV series “Homeland” and remembered how the CIA guys put video cameras and microphones in the vents. I research such things on line and purchased one. There was no way to get power to it so I got a battery powered wifi HD camera with microphone included. I couldn’t believe how small the thing was.
One day I faked being ill so I could stay home and execute my plan. I knew my mom had a hair appointment and as soon as she left I carried my already collected tools and camera kit into Ciara’s bedroom. I stood on a step stool and removed the vent cover. Only two screws held it in place. I secured the camera to the cover so the camera would have a good view and angled it down to see as much of her room as possible. I pushed the vent back in place and stepped down. I walked all around her room looking at the vent to see if anything showed. I replaced the screws.
The set up to receive the camera and microphone signals on my computer was the hard part and it took me a couple hours to get it working. When the view of Ciara’s bedroom finally came up on my screen I was amazed at the quality of the image. I could see a high angle view of most of her room and all of her bed. I was in business. My big head was feeling guilty but on this endeavor my little head was in charge and to prove it I got an instant hard-on just imaging what I was going to see. I jerked myself off and then put all the tools away and made sure I had cleaned up below the vent. I was good to go.
Mom and Dad almost always went out on Wednesday nights. They belonged to a ‘club’ they said. They never said anything more about the ‘club’ and I never asked. Ciara ‘entertained’ her boyfriends in her room on Wednesday nights and she threatened me with instant death if I ever said anything about it to Mom and Dad. I was cool with it. After all, I was being entertained too.
The first Wednesday after installing the camera my two heads wrestled back and forth on whether or not I could activate the camera and watch. My big head had actually won out until the moans and groans started. My little head took over after that and my computer screen came to life with the real time pornography being displayed from Ciara’s room. After that there were no more internal conflicts. I was hooked. I recorded every second and decided that I needed to buy a multiple terabyte hard-drive to save it all.
By the time I began watching that first night Ciara and her boyfriend were already naked. My cock was as hard as the boyfriend’s. Ciara was back to the camera with her arms around his neck. They were kissing passionately. I could see her mashed side-tit pressed hard against his chest. She was a couple inches taller than him and his cock was sticking up between Ciara’s legs and bouncing off her ass. ‘Jesus, what a fantastic ass,’ I thought.
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