My sister and I are a year apart. When we were 13 and 14 we had to go live with my grandparents because my parents took a job overseas and they didn't was us there (Nigeria). The bedroom we shared looked directly across to a bedroom in the house next door. A man rented the bedroom, he was an artist and he would masturbate looking out the window and my sister and I would sit and watch him. We could see him and he could see us, sometimes he would face us when he masturbated and sometimes he would turn to the side so we could see him work on his dick.

On one afternoon, it was late summer and sun was still up, I lifted my sisters nightshirt and let him look at her boobs while he masturbated. He really liked that and when he was going to masturbate he wanted us to give him a boob show, which we always did, we would suck on each other's boobs and play with them, and he would really give us a show. In the beginning he would stand there and just pull on his dick, but with the boob show he really whacked off.

If we saw each other outside we were always polite and said hello Mr. Jones (not his real name) and he would say why hello Melissa or why hello Anna, (not our real names).

He painted a painting for us and brought it over one day, it was a scene looking over the river as you drove out of our grandparent's town. He was a very good artist, and my grandmother had it professionally framed, and I have it hanging in my bedroom today.