The Shed: Spying on Amber

The Shed: Spying on Amber

Amy is my twin sister. We were born less than an hour apart. By all accounts we were a “surprise” to our parents and older siblings. Charlie, the oldest, turned 33 last month. Meg and Liz (also twins) turned 28 in April, and the closest to us, Amber, will be 25 this fall.

Amber just finished college at State and moved back in after graduation. She was taking the summer off to relax before starting the job hunt for a career. Our parents are very laid back and thought this was a grand idea.

For the last 4 years we got used to it just being the 4 of us, so Amber’s arrival annoyed my sister and I. The house is plenty big for all of us. It’s the last house on the cul-de-sac of a large development. There’s a nice yard, and woods and a stream behind us, separating us from the main road in town by over 500 feet. Plenty of privacy and little to no noise. Ambers return home would change that.

Where my sister and I were quiet, and slightly reserved (as were our parents), Amber was loud and messy. She also dressed like she was still in her sorority house which drew frowns from Mom, and disapproving side eye from Dad. She didn’t seem to care and would go off jogging in a tight sports bra and short running shorts or walk around the house in her underwear and tank top. After only 3 days home I’d already seen her breasts twice when she’d bent over or leaned across the table for something.

Amy and I were (and still are) very close. We share a very special bond that only twins really seem to get. Our older sisters understood and used to make comments about it that we never fully understood until we got older. My sister and I learned about the opposite sexes’ bodies from each other. Growing up we always compared the difference in our bodies with each other. I’d seen my sister naked hundreds of times and she’d seen me as many as well. Even as we got older and started to develop, we would show each other everything. For 6 months straight we’d look every night to see if the other had a pubic hair yet. We made a competition out of it. Sometimes she would measure my erections to see if I’d grown. It was all innocent and never sexual. I appreciated the fact that I knew what was what on a girl and was an authority even at the age when most boys didn’t even know what girls looked like naked. Amy and I talked about sex a lot lately. Her breasts were starting to develop, and she’d had a steady period for a few months already. Mom had sat her down and gave her a talk about being responsible for her own body and not trusting boys and all that. My Dad was more direct. He warned me not to get a girl pregnant and that was the end of things.

Once school was out for the summer Amy and I had made plans to sell lemonade on the main street behind our house like we’d done on hot days last summer. We actually had made a few hundred bucks in only a few weekends last year, so we had plans to scale it up this summer. The parents decided that since Amber was home and not working that they should take a well-earned cruise and be gone for 2 weeks. Amber didn’t seem to care, and her only comment was “Don’t piss me off.” Before they left, Dad drove me to Home Depot and I got some lumber and stuff to make signs with, and I promised to pay him back with our profits. Meanwhile my sister had gone with Mom to the grocery store and got all the needed things to make killer lemonade.

Amy and I spent a day making the stand and as it got close to dinner time we pulled it into the woods and took the shortcut back home through the woods. As we approached the back yard the trail comes out behind our old shed where Dad keeps the mower. When we went to walk around my sister stopped in front of me. I didn’t understand why until I looked over her shoulder. Our sister Amber was standing in the back yard near the deck completely topless. She had just finished her run, and hadn’t heard us coming with her headphones on. My sister instantly pulled back and knelt behind the corner of the shed. We couldn’t be seen there with the rose bushed and evergreens covering most of that corner. I knelt behind her, unable to see what was happening.

“What the hell is she doing?”, I whispered to Amy. “Why is her shirt off?”

Amy didn’t immediately answer. I tried to push along side her to see. “Stop. She will see you” her voice barely audible. “She is using a towel to dry her chest. She’s sweaty from her run.”

“Let me see” I said with too much excitement. I tried to push past Amy, but her arm stopped me. I stood up and peered around the corner to see her generous tit from the side. It was full and pointed out, and slightly up, with a dark colored nipple extending off it. Just then her platinum blonde hair fell across her chest, and she raised her arms and slipped her damp shirt on and walked in the house.

Amy spoke first as we waited for a minute before heading inside. “Don’t tell her we saw.”

“Why would I? She’d kill us.” I joked.

After a few we went into the house and Mom welcomed us home and asked about the stand and such. Neither of us talked too much so she sent us up to change for dinner. Later that night we all said goodbye to the parents as they would cast off well before we got up in the morning.

As I laid in bed, I replayed the brief snippet I’d gotten of Ambers breast. It wasn’t much but it had my little dick hard as a rock. I closed my eyes and replayed over and over the image. I got up and grabbed a sock from the laundry pile. I barely touched myself and exploded like a firecracker into the poor sock. It was a huge mess. Feeling some relief finally, I was able to lay back down and get some sleep.

The next thing I remember was a knock on my bedroom door. “Come in” I said. My twin bounced into the room all smiles and ready to go sell lemonade.

“Come on, get up sleepy.” My sister had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a yellow t-shirt and jeans. “Don’t you want to go sell?” she questioned.

“Yeah in a few. I’m tired I was restless all night.” My sheets were balled up and pillows had been scattered throughout the night. “I need a shower, then we can go.” An hour later we were walking through the woods on our way to the stand. Neither of us had spoken about what we’d seen the night before, but it was all I was able to think about. Finally, my sister broke the tension as we crossed the small stream.

“Do you think I’ll get boobs like Amber?” she asked almost as in passing.

“Why not, we are related after all. I hope you do anyway, they looked nice.”

“I think they looked perfect.” Amy responded. “I thought about it a lot last night.”

“Did you?” I asked “Cause so did I.”

Amy didn’t respond and moments later we were at our spot. We set up shop and had a few sales for the day. Amy ran home to get us snacks and use the bathroom. I just peed in the woods when I had to go. It was getting late in the afternoon when Amy finally revisited the Amber thing again.

“Do you think she will take her top off again?” she asked out of nowhere.

“Maybe, it’s been hot. If she went running, she will be sweating a lot today.”

“Can we go and see?” she asked me. I was immediately aware her nipples were hard. She had not started wearing bras yet and her thin yellow shirt did little to reign them in. I’d never though of my sister in an explicitly sexual way before that moment, but suddenly my penis got that tingly sensation and I had to shift myself in my shorts before standing up. We poured out the unsold liquid, stashed the booth in the woods, and put all the stuff into a backpack that I hauled back. On the way Amy started laying out guidelines.

“If she’s not there we should wait quietly a bit. But stay behind me. I can kneel if you want to stand but don’t make any noises.” She had clearly been thinking about this. Then she uttered the statement that made me stop dead in my tracks.

“And if you get hard try not to poke me with it, ok?”

My head was spinning. “Uh ok” was all I could manage. I wondered if she knew what I’d done last night to my sock, or maybe she heard me since the walls are thin. Suddenly I was very sweaty. Amy was almost to the shed and I hurried to catch up. We arrived and Amber wasn’t there. We stood around but it felt awkward just lingering. Suddenly I had an idea.

“If we go IN the shed, we can see through the holes in the metal” I offered. “Dad had put a few in there over the years from the mower kicking stuff up. When you lose the door from the inside it’s like looking at the stars.”

“That’s a great idea!”. She moved around the side and into the old shed. I followed with out backpack. Once the door was closed, she saw what I meant and there were literally a dozen small holes that you could peer through and clearly see the entire deck and small patio walkway. We sat quietly for what felt like 2 hours. It was very hot out, and the shed was 10 times worse. Amy sat on the front tire of the mower inches from the wall and with a hole directly in front of her. I sat on our backpack and had my choice of 3 holes all equally good.

Suddenly I noticed movement outside “Here” I whispered. Amy sat up straight and peered out the hole. I did the same as our sister came jogging up the short driveway. Her ample breasts tested the engineering of that sports bra. It was a dark grey and soaked with sweat. She was wearing matching biker shorts and her camel toe was pronounced and outlined with sweat spots. We waited anxiously and Amber did a few cool down stretches. Her hair was up in a bun and sweat was glistening down her neck and back. She turned toward us, and after a quick peak she shed her top in a quick fluid motion. There before us were Ambers perfect tits. They sat high on her chest and were full and firm. The nipple was surrounded by very light areolas.