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My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana.
Living out in the country was pretty much a dull and
restricted sort of life for teenagers. Since we had to
ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to
participate in extracurricular school activities–it
was off to school in the morning and back home right
school was out. This schedule cut down on our
opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of
us much chance to develop any kind of serious
friendships or romantic relations with others our age.
This wasn’t that much of a problem to me–I was shy
around girls, and being tall and skinny without much in
the way of redeeming good looks, I probably would have
had a hard time getting dates anyway. Sis, though, was
different. She was pretty. Well, in fact, she was more
than pretty, she was downright beautiful. Petite at
five-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long blonde hair,
blue eyes, and a figure that could have easily gotten
her elected to cheerleader, Beth could have had almost
any boy in school if she had the opportunity and set
her mind to it.
Beth and I never played “doctor” or “you-show-me-yours-
and- I’ll-show-you-mine” games. Oh, we sometimes talked
about sex, but we never went beyond that point. Our
parents were very strict, and discussion or mention of
sexual subjects was a family taboo. That home
atmosphere, together with a natural shyness we both
seemed to have, prevented us from any type of overt
sexual exploration with each other.
This is not to say I wasn’t interested in sex, because
I was. The truth was that I stayed horny most of the
time. Since I had no opportunities to get rid of my
horniness by dating and having sex with girls, I
relieved myself by masturbation. Invariably, it was
Beth I fantasized about when beating off. Even though I
had never seen Beth nude, I had seen her in a bathing
suit down at the creek and in shorts and halter around
the house, so I could develop good mental pictures of
what a naked Beth might look like. These pictures
filled my mind as I played my solitary sexual games.
One day, though, when I was sixteen and Beth fifteen, I
decided the mental pictures were not enough–I wanted
to see in real life what Beth looked like without any
clothes. Since Beth never went around the house
unclothed, I could do this only by peeking through the
keyhole in the bathroom when she was taking a shower.
One evening our parents were out in the barn when Beth
went into the bathroom and I decided to take advantage
of the opportunity. I waited until the shower started
running and then went and stooped by the door and
looked through the keyhole. One of the floor boards
outside the bathroom squeaked loudly when I stepped on
it and I hoped Beth didn’t hear it. Apparently she
didn’t because she began to take the towel from around
her body. Just one second more and I would be able to
see Beth’s lovely body. That second didn’t come,
though, because Dad shouted at me at just this time–
yelling and raising hell all over the place. Dad had
come into the house without my hearing and caught me in
the act of playing Peeping Tom.
Both my parents shamed me in front of Beth and
threatened a severe beating if I ever pulled a stunt
like that again. This absolutely and completely
embarrassed me, and I was almost afraid to look Beth in
the eye. She never mentioned it, though, and acted as
if everything were okay. Not once, in later life was
the subject ever brought up. Not once, either, did I
ever try again to peep at Beth.
Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to college
and so did Beth. After we finished college, I got a job
in Los Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia. We saw each
other only on visits back to the farm, and gradually we
drifted apart, with occasional letters being our only
contact.
Neither of us married. I don’t know what reason Beth
had for staying single, but my reason was shyness
around girls and a rather plain appearance. Also, in my
mind the ideal girl was one just like Beth, and I could
never find a girl that measured up to her standards. We
may have no longer been close to each other, but Beth
was still very much in my mind. In my pleasure
fantasies, it was still Beth I pictured. She was my
standard for female perfection and was the subject of
all my masturbatory dreams. I continued to keep a big-
as- life picture in my mind of how she would have
looked if I had been able to see her drop that towel
those years before.
Mom and Dad were killed in a car accident, and Beth and
I buried them in a cemetery near the farm. We didn’t
want to sell the farm house because it held so many
warm memories for us, so we kept the house and several
acres around it and sold the rest of the farm. The
property had substantially accrued in value, and we
each got a good sum of money from its sale.
Beth had been writing on a part-time basis and was
pretty good at it, having sold several magazine
articles. She decided that the money from the property
sale would give her the independence to quit her job
and take up writing full- time. She also decided that
the farm house would be an ideal place for her to live
while pursuing this career. This would be a good
arrangement for both of us–the house would be occupied
and maintained Beth would have a comfortable place to
live. She offered to pay me rent on my half of the
house, but I laughed her out of the idea, promising to
make up for it by coming to visit her often enough to
lay claim to my portion.
Several months passed without our seeing each other. We
wrote often, though, our friendship being renewed by
our recent mutual experiences. In every letter she
invited me to come visit, but my schedule never seemed
to allow it. Finally, though, I got a breather in my
work and decided to take some vacation–two whole weeks
to go back home to the farm, laze around, and visit
with Beth.
I arrived at the farm on a Saturday afternoon. It was
an exceptionally warm May day, with the sun beating
down and the temperature in the high 80s. When I drove
up, Beth was out working in her garden. She had her
back turned to me when I first got there and was
bending over some plants. All she had on was a pair of
brief running shorts and a halter that was little more
than a skimpy bra. I was presented with a picture of
the most stunning female backside I could ever recall
seeing. Beth’s square shoulders sloped downward to a
narrow waist and then curved out into perfect round,
firm buttocks. She was still a sylph of a girl, as
petite and well-shaped as she was when we were in high
school. The only way she might have changed was in her
breasts: they seemed even larger and more full than
they were then. I thought to myself.
Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of
our teenage years together. She was still as beautiful
as she was then, was still the perfect specimen of
femininity. All my fantasies came rushing back to me
and caused my face to flush in embarrassment at myself.
I thought angrily to myself.
These thoughts were quickly swept away, though. Beth
had heard me drive in and stood up and turned to me.
I thought.
She pulled back and gave me light kiss on the lips.
“Jimmy, Jimmy,” she murmured, “you’ve finally come to
give your lonesome little sister a visit. But just look
at me! I wasn’t expecting you until later, and here I
am in my work clothes, covered with dirt and sweat.”
“Beth, you still look good, no matter what you wear,” I
said softly. I thought, noticing
the way her nipples made little points in the front of
her halter.
“Jimmy, you’re still just as sweet ever,” she said, her
face flushing slightly. “But let’s not stand out here
in this heat. Get your stuff and come on into the house
where it’s cool.”
I opened the car trunk, lifted out my suitcases, and
followed Beth into the house. With her only a few steps
ahead of me, I couldn’t help but notice her shapely
behind. Each buttock was firm and made little tick-
tocking movements in her shorts as she walked. Her legs
were tanned and had very good muscle tone. I decided
that she must do a lot of gardening and other outdoor
activities to keep herself in such good shape.
“You’re going to use your old room,” Beth said. “I kept
my old room and converted Mom and Dad’s room to my
writing studio. Come on, I’ll help you unpack.”
My room was much like I remembered it. A floor-to-
ceiling window, big pine dresser, and a double bed. I
put my suit- cases up on the bed and we took clothing
out and put it in the dresser and closet. As I turned
away from the closet, I noticed Beth putting my Jockey
shorts in the drawer. She was gently rubbing them,
right across the front opening. Beth saw me looking and
a light blush flowed across her face. “Boy, your
clothes sure got wrinkled in the suitcase, didn’t
they,” she said with an embarrassed laugh.
After we got all the clothes unpacked and put away and
the suitcases put in the closet, Beth said, “Jimmy, you
must be tired after that long drive. Why don’t you lie
down and rest while I go take a shower to get rid of
all my sweat and dirt.” She turned and left the room,
giving me another look at her magnificent ass and her
buttocks making their see- sawing motion under the thin
fabric of her shorts.
I pulled off my shoes and stretched out on the bed.
Closing my eyes, I tried to relax. At just about this
time, I heard the door to the bathroom close and water
start to run. The sound made me recall the time I tried
to peep at Beth in the shower. The memory of seeing
Beth about to drop her towel and display her body in
all its splendor had such an erotic effect on me that I
became as rock-hard as I had been those many years ago.
I remembered, too, that it was just the two of us in
the house. There were no parents to inhibit actions or
yell about what they considered improper. It fully
dawned on me that there wasn’t anyone to stop me if I
wanted to get rid of my years of frustration over
failing to see Beth nude. Without another thought,
almost without volition, I got off the bed and walked
down the hall to the bathroom. The keyhole was still
there, and I could hear the shower running behind the
door. Beth was in that shower and I could finally
realize my dream of seeing her nude. The shower stopped
then and it became quiet. She would soon be stepping
out of the shower, wet and dripping, with all her body
available for my sight. Quickly I stepped in front of
the door, preparing to stoop and look through the
keyhole. Without warning, the floor emitted a loud
squeaking noise. Just as it had done those many years
ago, the board in front of the door squeaked loudly
enough to hear all over the house.
Talk about deja vu! All the shame I had felt as a
teenager came rushing back to me. I almost looked
around to see if my father were there to lambast me. I
was filled with embarrassment–I knew Beth must have
heard the noise and that she would know exactly what it
meant. I stumbled back to my room, shut the door, and
laid down on the bed. Beth hadn’t said anything the
time it happened before; maybe she would just ignore
this time too.
In a few minutes there was a soft knock on the door.
“Jimmy?” Beth’s voice came in a whisper through the
door.
“Yeah, Beth, come on in.”
Jeannie
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