Growing up I had a younger brother who bothered me to no end, always in my room and in the way. One day while we were on summer vacation I had not changed out of my pajamas for the day but had been spending most of it in my room. My top was fairly thin and did not leave much to the imagination. Forgetting about my top I went into the kitchen to get a snack and he was leaning against the counter looking at me. His eyes never went up past my boobs which had hard nipples in all their glory pushing out the fabric. I had unconsciously just put my brothers hormones into the fast lane, I am sure he had surfed porn in the past but seeing a pair of bouncing boobs right in front of him live was something probably not done yet in his life.

I must admit I was a little turned on by his gaze locked on them and did shake them around a little bit unnecessarily but the look on his face was so priceless. I asked him what he was up to today and got a very mumbled response from him so I grabbed my snack and headed back to my room. When I got back up there I was still a little bit turned on by his reaction that I did not shut my door all the way and kept a look out for him peeking in on me. Whenever I saw him looking around my door I would make sure to move around to give him a good show.

The next morning I decided to really get him going and wore and old night shirt that barely went below my rear end and pretty much had the same effect up top but actually was a little see through as it was made of thin cotton. He was doing his usual casual pass by my door while I was laying on my bed with my feet towards the door trying to seem interested in my book. I glanced towards my mirror and caught a glimpse of him peeking so I raised my feet up and swung them in circles while parting my legs. If he was looking he had an unobstructed view of my privates, I was amazed at how much this was turning me on to have him spying on me so much. Usually I could not stand him looking at me at that age and really wanted him out of the house, something had changed in me at that time and I just was not aware of what I was doing to him.

Soon he was constantly looking in on me and over the next few weeks I had pretty much displayed my body to him over and over. I decided to throw him over the edge and told him he needed to be good because I needed to take a shower. I had laid out the plan and left the bathroom door open wide enough for him to look in on me. I kept glancing over but never saw him through the door opening and after I finished showering and started drying off I heard him leaving my bedroom and smiled a little bit knowing he had been watching me the whole time.

I had been pretty evil to him but at least he had some stories to tell his friends about as summer went on, who knows there are probably some pictures of me out there somewhere, hopefully without my face in them.