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... the ‘T’ bar of the splitter, this would let us both watch at the same time and as soon as it was in place our eyes became glued to the lens’.

It was a real turn-on watching our prim and proper schoolmarm getting it on with some mystery man. So far neither my sister or I had seen his face and our curiosity as to his identity was growing along with our arousal, well mine anyway.

Then, in a moment of great passion, we saw the man’s face, my sister echoed my gasp of surprise, her hand reaching out to touch mine as we recognised the man, it was our school’s headmaster and he was married with kids of his own.

“Jesus!” Carole breathed as her hand gripped mine, “It’s Connor! The randy old goat. He’s married!”

“Have you seen Mrs. Connor?” I asked giving her warm hand a gentle squeeze, “Dad’s van is thinner than she is. God, look at the tits on Miss. Thirlby!”

I’d always admired the woman’s tits, but seeing them now in the raw was a real treat and for once I was glad of my sister’s voyeuristic tendencies, though I did wish for a more powerful telescope so that I could get a better view.

“Mine are better than hers,” Carole commented with a snort.

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied absentmindedly as I stared at Miss. Thirlby’s tits lustfully, “Hey!”

The telescope had suddenly swung upwards, straightening I looked at the dark form of my sister who was standing by the window closing the curtains, I was totally puzzled by her sudden change of mood. A moment later she ...

... switched on a light and I blinked a couple of times as the glare half blinded me.

“Listen here you… you…” she seemed to be unable to find the word she wanted and trailed off into silence.

“What have I done now?” I asked in a puzzled and innocent tone.

“Oh, you beast!” she snapped and stamped a foot.

For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what I could have done to get her so annoyed all of a sudden, the last thing we’d talked of had been Miss. Thirlby’s tits and that was when Carole had thrown her wobbly.

Then I sort of remembered her making some sort of comment about her own boobs, I hadn’t really been listening to her at the time and it dawned on me that whatever I had said in reply was the cause of the problem, though I couldn’t remember what it was I had said.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked tentatively, “About your boobs or something I mean…”

“Wrong? Hah!” she retorted, “I tell you that my boobs are better than Miss. Thirlby’s and all I get is a ‘yeah, yeah’ in reply.”

“Is that all,” I grinned, “well, I did have my mind on other things at the time, a pair of them in fact. Anyway, how can I comment, I haven’t seen your boobs since you got them, and besides that you’re my sister.”

“I’m still a woman.” she huffed.

“I suppose,” I replied, “but I still can’t comment can I?”

“Okay then have a look. Then you can comment!” Carole snapped.

She threw open her robe and I gulped at the sight of her bare body, my eyes dropped to her boobs and what ...