Read her Diary

Carl looked around her room for something to inspire him, until he saw it.

Steffi's Diary.

The holy grail of the house, it was the one item Steffi would throw a tantrum over if she couldn't find it. It was just sitting there on the bedside table, open with the pen still resting on it. She must have been writing in it before he came in. Carl thought it would be negligent of him, as an annoying older brother, not to read it.

"...Dear Diary...,

Saw Frank topless again today. I can see why Mum married him. He is such a sexy man. I know it's wrong diary but I can't stop thinking about his sexy body - help me out here! I hope he doesn't realise what I think of him or I might die of shame. And what would mother think of her daughter spying on her husband working out? Or smelling his sweaty shirts whilst fantasizing about him..."

It finished there. Carl turned back several days, then weeks, then months at all the entries. Of plans to come home just as Frank was working out, or coming out of the shower, or helping their mother with shopping. And she thought he was a Perv! Well... this seemed like gossip gold. Quickly Carl came up with a plan, and took the diary into his room, hiding it under the floorboards and in the small safe he kept his personal stash.

Steffi returned from the bathroom with a towel around her. She'd obviously cleaned herself up and was wondering why Carl was grinning at her like a monkey. No doubt proud of himself for fingering her ass. It was strange she hadn't though of it like that when it was happening, but he was so gross that with hindsight she felt violated.