The next day when she came home in the evening I was watching a movie and another lovemaking scene was going on… she went to her room to change…As...I went to the washroom, she happened to come out of her room, wearing her petticoat till her chest no bra inside, her hair free… we caught each other’s eyes and she was a little shy… she looked down and said, “bro, please get aside, I want to go to bathroom…” I said fine. she went inside. I came back to the living room and started to think about. I wanted to be in a comfortable way, in case I could masturbate myself watching them from my hidden place. Laura had arranged I could hide inside the wardrobe in the master bedroom.I drove my own car as fast as I could and ten minutes later I was at Laura’s home, waiting there for their arrival. After a while I heard Victor’s car parking at the front driveway.I went upstairs, hiding on a corner at the alleyway; from there I could take a peek of the dining room.Laura came in smiling; she went. I took my shirt off my slowly, exposing my mint green bikini top. I looked into my brothers blue eyes and realized that he wasn’t looking at me—he was looking straight at my boobs. That, I remember is the first time I saw my brother in a different light. I smiled a bit then, and slid my shorts off my hips. As they hit the grass I looked at Jason once again and saw that he was staring intently. My mint green bikini caught his attention like a child to candy. I was definitely turned on, but. But," she looked at me a long time this time. "I want you to know that I am not your occasional blow-into-town fuck, and I will not be treated like it." Her tone and the steely look in her eyes signaled that she meant business, and all I could do was sit and accept the chastisement. No matter the truth of my feelings for her, I had not treated her properly. She had every right to be downright angry enough not to see me again. I was certainly pleased that she seemed willing to let the matter.