Just Look

 The challenge this week was:

Word Limit: 80-99 
Key Words: scout 
Forbidden Words: 
peep/peeper/peeping

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Was I wrong to look?  She practically begged me to with those expensive boots and long sleeve flannel shirts.  I mean, really, when she won the calf-roping competition she practically raped me with her eyes as she flashed her championship buckle with that little hip thrust and shimmy.  How else was I supposed to take it?  I gave her a proper head start, I couldn’t be the eager young scout.  I had to be cool.  I counted to a hundred, by 10s, and walked over.

Wait?  What?  WTF is my sister doing to her?

Was I wrong to look?   (99)

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I knew I shouldn’t be there, it was risky, leaving fingerprints everywhere, as part of the plan, to leave so many they’d never suspect it was my first time watching.  But that was just it. 
It wasn’t my first time.  When she moved in, I scouted it out, and now with the cameras in place, I’d never be nervous again, and I could watch all I wanted.

I turned and walked to my office and turned on my monitors.

I saw her panties, her bra, her vibrator, and her empty holster.

That's when I heard the hammer pull back.(99) 

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It was an unspoken agreement. We never talked about it.  Ever.

No hidden smiles, not secret blushing, not even the graze of her hand as we passed at scouts.

It was always the same time, after dinner, after chores, and before her shower.

It was always the same.

Shoes off, socks off.  Put on some music.

T-shirt off and in the hamper, tight jeans hitting the floor after a shimmy, and then the rest, the simple lingerie of a sweaty girl who loved the ranch life.

Spread knees, lube, a finger, and done.

Draw the blinds, it’s shower time.