NOTE: This and a few more, 3 through 6, were inadvertently posted as Articles I was certain I had clicked on Erotic Stories at the time. I waited a couple weeks after the toilet bowl fiasco before I attempted my boldness again. Not so much because I was scared of getting caught again and getting another soft place-whooping and being sent away to reform school where all the 11-year-old perverted boys go, but I had sprained my ankle when I crash-landed, and I wanted to be sure I could quickly escape any more close calls if I needed to. Where theres a will, theres a way was my motto in those days! Anyway, I figured that sooner or later Katherine would get naked in her bedroom, like when she changed clothes or got ready to take a shower or got ready for bed. In a family with two boys and two girls, none of us had our own rooms, but for some reason, the girls got the bigger of those two bedrooms big enough to comfortably place two twin beds at a nice right angle to provide plenty of walking-around space between the beds. My older brother and I had bunk beds Pete got the top rack, and it was from that vantage point that he caught me one night in the middle of another sleep-walking event. But thats another story My plan was simple, and ingenious if I do say so myself. I would simply hide under Margarets bed shes the little sister and a grandmother now! Time flies! and peek out from under the bedspread at the opportune moment. It was a tight squeeze, but I managed to get myself snuggled under there, but when that long-awaited moment when Katherine came up from watching TV finally arrived, I could reach over to lift the bedspread, but I couldnt slide my face close enough to do any good.

Frustrated again at the lost prospect, I waited another hour until Katherine fell asleep so I could sneak back into my bedroom. While I laid under Margarets bed in the dark, it occurred to me that I would need to raise the bed a couple of inches, and maybe use a mirror. It wouldnt do me any good, if when the next chance came, Katherine could turn around and see my smiling face looking up at her! As luck would have it, the next day gave me some unexpected time to complete my pre-viewing tasks.

Mom had promised to take us all swimming, and I suddenly didnt feel good--I got a belly ache and that wasnt a problem, since Dad was off that day and would be home to keep an eye on me.

So, while Mom and my siblings were having a great time at South Park pool, and Dad was having a great time playing in his garden, I was having a great time preparing my next escapade. I soon discovered that it would be better to also raise Katherines bed a couple of inches, since two beds of unequal would surely cause sufficient suspicion to foil my plan, again. Dad had plenty of scrap wood in his work shop, in a box near his cabinet where he kept his Playboys, and although I never knew why he kept so many cut up ends of 2x4s, I figured he wouldnt miss any. I picked out eight that were exactly the same size, then dashed up to the girls room to raise the beds. Once accomplished, the change in height to both beds was indeed unnoticeable and the extra two inches made it a lot more comfortable for me to lay underneath. And, it made it quicker to get in and out of my hiding place.

The mirror almost became the Achilles Heel of this scheme I knew that Mom had a compact in her purse, but she would surely miss it if it suddenly got lost.

She and Katherine also kept small hand-held mirrors on their vanities, but being the whiz kid on a mission that I was I knew that mirrors dont just grow legs and walk away! So, I decided to risk the soft place-whooping, and accidentally broke the mirror above the bathroom sink. It just broke when I closed it, Dad. Honest! Surprisingly enough, he bought that line of crap. I helped him gather all the broken pieces pocketing a small triangular piece for myself and we went to the hardware store in town and got another mirror. My plan was set all the pieces were in place. As usual on a Saturday night, Mom and Dad retired early to their bedroom for their weekly, uh, you know, grown-up stuff Katherine was downstairs watching TV. I waited patiently until I figured Pete and Margaret were asleep, then snuck out of my room.

I found myself getting hard as I slid under Margarets bed to await Katherines show. I practiced with the piece of broken mirror, and was finally soft placeured that I could use it at a good angle that Katherine wouldnt see. The reflected view seemed adequate to capture her entire body as she would be standing in front of her bed. And I waited and waited. The grandfather clock in the living room chimed midnight, and still I laid there, starting to get cramps in my arms and legs, but determined nevertheless to satisfy the harmless obsession that began that day the mower accidentally threw grass clippings across Katherines back.

I heard the grandfather clock chime 2AM and woke up. Was she still downstairs? my frantic mind thought. I quickly adjusted the mirror again and to my horror, I discovered that the bedspread on Katherines bed was turned down. Too late she had finished her nightly television addiction and was already fast asleep. Curses! Foiled again! I thought as I slowly and quietly slid out from under Margarets bed and slithered on my belly out of the girls room to find comfort in my own bed.