Where to begin; I’ll start by saying that I live with my parents and younger sister in a three-room apartment. I am 23 sister 19, her name is by the way Natasha. We have a separate room with her, the third room is occupied by her parents. It's summer, parents are in the country. I haven’t bothered to get a family yet, so it turns out that my sister and I live alone in the summer. If you think it will be about incest, break off, it's different. Natasha has her personal life, I also have women. But there is one thing that she does not even suspect, and which binds us very closely. This thing is called wall built-in closet. Many people know these are common in Khrushchev houses. The wardrobe opens into two adjacent rooms at the same time, turning into two, as it were, interconnected by a plywood partition. And we also have one. But there are two features in it, she knows about one sister, she does not even guess about the other. The first; in the room of the sister, the door to the closet is constantly ajar, the lock is broken, and the doors of old age have led. And the second; in a plywood partition there is a hole about seven to eight centimeters in diameter. And through this hole offers a great view of the room sister. More precisely on her bed. I would not pay much attention to this particular feature of our furniture if, one day, quite by chance, I didn’t see this + however, in order. At night, I had a good time at the disco. I came home in the morning, without undressing, went to my room and fell into bed. Slept half a day.

When I woke up, I heard that my sister was at home, but, apparently, she was unaware of my presence, since a red mold was playing in her room, and my sister knows that I do not approve of this obscenity, all the more so as it flows into the tender ears of a nineteen year old girl. . I was already ready to leave the room, and to arrange the youngest suggestion, as I saw what condition my clothes were in, after nightly festivities and sleep without undressing. Deciding to change my shirt, I opened the closet. At this point, the red mold changed to ENIGMU! I was intrigued by the described above peephole, and I couldn’t forget what I saw afterwards for a very long time. So; put yourself in my place and for a moment imagine what I saw. My sister removed a large wall mirror from the wall, almost into a human ostrich, and lifting it at the feet to her bed, set it so that it lay in the center to see its reflection. I also had the opportunity to give my presence, I think you will not judge me, having understood that I did not do that. Natasha lay down on the bed, put a pillow in her ass, took a vibrator in her hand, slowly brought it to her mouth and began to lick his tongue. Lick a couple of times, hold the tongue on the head, then take it and immerse it in his scarlet mouth. Then again tongue. Gradually her breathing quickened, her eyes clouded with a languid fog. Natasha sat on the bed, jerking, over her head, pulled off her T-shirt. Under her T-shirt she had nothing, and in the mirror standing opposite, she was showing a poured girl's breasts with protruding dark brown raisins of her nipples. She lay back and, turning on the vibrator, began to caress her nipples. One after another. Without turning off the vibrator, she tasted it, groaned in languor and again began to nipples.

I looked without stopping, now that giving my presence was out of the question. After playing enough with the upper half of her body, my sister apparently decided it was time to move on to the lower one. To do this, she bent her legs at the knees, lifted her back over the bed, and pulled off her panties. My gaze showed her crotch with smoothly shaved sponges, Natashka spread her legs apart, and I saw a brown hole in the anus. In the mirror standing in front of the bed it was all reflected. She must have enjoyed herself, watching her charms in the mirror.She settled herself comfortably, picked up the vibrator again and turned it on and started stroking her lips, pushing them apart and penetrating a little deeper, apparently caressing the clitoris, I couldn’t see from my cover. Gradually, her movements became more and more insistent, the vibrator head traveled from the pubis to the anus, but it didn’t penetrate into any of the holes on the way. Apparently, my sister decided that it was time to + and having a little strained, she inserted the imitator into her vagina. First, half, slowly pulled out, then again introduced, already deeper. Once again, and again, and her. Her head fell back from the pillow and hung from the bed, her legs sprawled shamelessly to the sides, opening; I review in all its glory. With her right hand, without stopping anymore, she fucked herself in the crack, and left her crumpled bosom. Her head shook on the bed, she moaned, I also barely restrained so as not to moan with her in unison. My hand itself climbed into his pants. I started to jerk off, looking at my own sister masturbating!

More than half an hour ago, I could not imagine such a thing in any wildest fantasy. Yes, she just fucked with a vibrator, fucked with a frenzy razvorenennoy bitch. Her moans at times turned into screams, and no Enigma could drown them anymore. Here her body was bent by an arc, and such glory flowed out of her mouth that I had never heard from her. She swore so that any bazaar trader could envy her. Then she finished. Exhausted, having fallen on the pillow supporting the backside, she froze breathing heavily. From time to time, only through the body there was a convulsion of passing pleasure. Do you think that's all? I thought so too, and I was mistaken, having recovered my breath and having come to myself a little, she pulled her legs up, and raising her ass, put a pillow under her. Then she threw one leg up, exposing the moist glistening charms in all its glory. Lubricating her fingers in her shiny slit, she began to carry the lubricant to her anus. Smeared it around, putting a finger inside, then two. Having transferred enough love juices from one hole to another, she brought it to her ass and + with an effort put the vibrator into the anus. After that, it was repeated only that the picture I was observing, with the only difference that the included vibrator was already moving in another hole, and she did not finish. After some time, Natasha turned over on her stomach, and continued the job. At the same time, she put her left hand on her stomach and, as I understood, began to caress her clit. And this is not leaving the ass alone. Ten minutes later she finished again, swearing again and cursing. She again froze exhausted. Her hands fell limply along the body, with a vibrator sticking out of her butt pulled up. Under the belly are two pillows. After lying down a bit and recovering herself, she got up, put on her T-shirt, and began to put her room in order. She took the mirror in place, straightened the bed +

And I was standing in the closet with a hand in my pants. Pulling my hand out of my pants, I realized that I needed to change not only my shirt, but also all underwear. How many times I finished, watching my sister, I can not say, but the fact that more than once is for sure. Thirty minutes later, disguised and recovering, I walked out of my room into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.

Natasha was in the kitchen in jeans and a T-shirt.

- Oh, and are you really at home? she turned pale.

- Yes, something I sleepy answered, I slept all day. And did you come soon?

- Twenty minutes ago, but what?

- No, just asked. Come on, let's drink some tea +

These are the events in our apartment. Being veiled, as is known deceptive. And I could be completely convinced of this by the example of my sister. I didn’t find her even after such an occupation, I think she now, for sure, before her games, checks to see if there is anyone at home. And I still think, if I know about this observation point, then she can use the same method. And to look in my room sometimes is what. Here is such a voyeurism.

Best regards "Bone".