So i decided that one day when my parents were out of town I would sneak through my closet and finally get a good look at my beautiful sister. It ...as a weekend that my parents were out of town that I finally worked up the courage to follow through. My sister told me that she was going to take a shower so to avoid some suspicion I told her that I was going to go over to a friend's house. After about five minutes or so, she headed into the bathroom and got the water running. Not wanting to. I was caught off guard, ‘I apologize but the view is amazing.’ She smiled. We got to back sliding door. She opened it really slowly and turned around. ‘Jake we have to be really quiet. We cannot wake my husband.’ My heart sank. ‘Your husband’s here?’ I almost yelled. I started to back away. Debbie bursted out laughing, ‘I am sorry Jake. But that was too easy.’ I giggled, assuming that meant she was joking, but just to reassure I asked, ‘He isn’t, right?’ ‘No Jake, I wouldn’t do that to you.. It was soon established that the bare minimum was the standard of dress around the house, just panties and t shirts, and some times just panties, with occasional nudity in the pool as long as they were alone. Still to young to have developed physically into young adults the girls they had no idea of modesty around him, so he tried to instill in them that they had to wear knickers with skirts and dress appropriately when out of the house. The climate in the state was not helping in this regard. Two … Sir.’ 'SWATT!' ‘Oooowwwccchh! Th ... three … Sir.’ 'SWATT!' ‘Yeeeooowww! F… four … Sir.’ She howled and, as Suzi before her, both hands went to her rear to rub the seat of her tight skirt furiously. She stood and turned to face him, her face flushed from bending, her expression pleading for leniency. ‘Bend over my girl,’ he ordered flexing his slipper between his chubby hands. ‘Come along now, let’s get on with it,’ he added placing his free hand on the back of her neck, forcing her.