Free Spying On My Sister by Jamie Klaire Page A

looked to be drunk. And wearing
Halloween costumes. The male figure was dressed up as a pirate and
the female looked like she was supposed to be a black cat. Short
black skirt, so short you could tell she was wearing a garter belt
and fishnet stockings underneath. The tops of the stockings and the
clasp of the garter belt were clearly seen as the short skirt
swished with every step the girl took. She was wearing little cat
ears in her hair and had a tail hanging down behind her.
    'Dad would have a fit if he saw this.' I
thought to myself as I watched them weave through the cars, the
streetlights in the parking lot making them easy to follow. Growing
up as preacher's kids, Katie and I were only allowed to dress like
Biblical figures, and were never allowed to Trick-or-Treat. Nope,
just the carnival the church threw every year as an 'alternative to
Halloween shenanigans.'
    I watched as they walked arm in arm, seeming
to hold each other up. They made their wobbly way through the
parking lot, away from the dorms and toward the building I knew was
the indoor swimming pool. Katie was on the swim team, so we had
seen the building when we toured the campus all together as a
family.
    As I watched, half judging with my dad's
values drummed into my head, and half jealous that I'd never been
able to wear such an outrageous costume, I saw the pirate lean in
and kiss the black cat on the neck.
    The kiss threw the cat's unsteady gait off,
and she almost tripped, giggling. She recovers her balance, and
they keep going. They cut through the parking lot, and presumably
head toward one of their cars. As they walk, he kisses her neck
again. That kiss must have been a good one because they stop
between two cars.
    The cat says something I can't quite make
out, in a high, laughing voice. I lowered my window to hear better,
just in time to hear him mumble something back in deep, rumbly
tones, muffled by her hair as he is still nuzzling her neck. He may
have gotten to her ear, because she lets out a squeal.
    The cat turned more fully toward him, and
threw her arms around his neck. She said something else, a bit
quieter, and then lets her head hang back, giving him full access
to her neck.
    I stared in shock. With her head tilted back
that way, I could clearly see the cat's face. A red nose and black
whiskers are perfectly drawn, right on my sister Katie's face.
    'Oh my. That's Katie. No wonder she isn't
answering her phone. Dad is going to kill her for sure.' I kept
watching, shocked at my sister's behavior. And outfit.
    After a bit of nuzzling, Katie turns her
mouth to the pirate's and as they kiss, his hands slide up into her
hair and he holds her head as he kisses her more fully.
    She takes a step backward, pulling him with
her, and they lean against the side of an old red pick-up truck.
His grip on her hair changes, and he pulls her head back so he once
again has open access to her neck. And her breasts. His one hand
stays buried, fisted in her hair, as his other one roams over her
shirt. As he presses her against the truck, I watch in stunned
silence as his hand dips down to her waist, slides under her shirt,
and pulls her shirt up over her breasts.
    His other hand releases her hair and finds
its way to her other breast. Kissing and kneading, kneading and
kissing. His right hand slides down into the cup of her bra and
pops out a breast. He cups her full, naked breast, his thumb
rubbing circles over her bared nipple. His mouth soon follows, and
I watch as the pirate sucks on my sister's nipple, right out in the
open.
    'Oh my,' I thought again. "Oh my, oh my.'
    I thought about jumping out of the car and
calling my sister's name, putting a stop to this, but something
stops me. Some curious feeling starts to grow deep in my stomach.
Something I've only felt before when I have been at a friend's
house when inappropriate content comes on the TV. The stuff I
wasn't allowed to watch at home.
    The pirate soon has both of my sister's
breasts out, and is