Initially, I used to hear my older brother's bed creaking in his bedroom, next to mine. Mom is a nursing supervisor and works night shifts to earn a bit more where she works. She's gone five nights out of the week and, Stan, my brother, has a string of college coeds that he hauls off to his bed. He's not very selective and some of them seem to be prom morning after left-overs, but he does them in style and they all think they are beauties because he's unusually attractive and, as I can see, thoroughly enjoys getting them off. Once in a while when I know he has a date and check the time I will hide in his room only later to find out he did his thing with his date on the living room couch. That's always a bummer.

I would hide under his bed, in his closet and/or just with a glass turned onto the wall, the other end at my ear, so I could hear better. We are otherwise a fairly normal family. Dad left years ago when I was three. I absolutely have no sexual interest in my brother and I suspect that I am at least bi. I get off listening to his sex partners moan, whimper and coo and often masturbate along with their fornication. I love it when one of his girls asks, "Harder, faster, deeper," etc. Usually that gets me right off and I can't wait for them. Otherwise, I like to come when they do and I have quietly accomplished that often.

I'll soon be moving out to a new job in another town and that will be that. Being a closet peeper was fun while it lasted.