So very startled.

She watched him walk out the room and go upstairs. Tonight, she would lay awake in bed: why am I still thinking about Watson. He's my brother for god’s sake. I can't think my brother is hot. Why am I thinking about how hairy he is down there. I like the way he was looking at me tonight. No one has ever looked at me like that. He was looking at my thighs, and my waist, and my boobs. My nipples were kind of hard. He saw them pressing through my shirt. They're getting hard now with me thinking about it. I wonder if he liked me. I wonder if he liked my body. I want him to look at me more. Maybe he'll walk in on me peeing again... Maybe I should let him. Could I wait in the bathroom with my panties down for him to walk in? Stop it, you're fucking sick. He's your brother... What time was it last night? I think around three thirty. Okay around three I'll go and pee and I'll pull my panties down and wait for him to come in. Maybe I should open my legs a bit? How much could I get away with? Why did I tell him to knock, fuck. Maybe I don't close the door? Maybe I just tell him to come in anyway? Maybe I say come in and then get mad because he did? Hm... That could work. Could I hang one of my tits out my shirt? Show him my boobs? No-no, too much. What if he doesn't even need to pee tonight? What if he's already in there when I need to go? I want to walk in on him... I want to see him sleepily holding his penis and peeing. I wonder how hairy he is... What if he shaves, oh my god that would be so fucking hot I'm disgusting. Okay--well--let's go sleep and I'll set an alarm for three. I can't believe I'm doing this.

My alarm--what time is it? Okay it's three. I'm nervous--am I still wet? Yes. Okay quiet quiet now.

Cary creeped to the bathroom, the lights on. OH NO. Is he in there right now? She pushed her ear up to the door and heard his stream hitting the water in the bowl. He's peeing right now! I have to go in! In a calm panic Cary opened the door and saw Watson shirtless, just wearing boxers, his hands wrapped around the thing she couldn't see but wanted to. I'm looking at his butt...Oh my god his butt is so cute. It's so firm. His back... Look at his shoulders... His hairy legs and calves... I can't believe I'm looking at this... I need to look at him... How do I see his cock.

Watson turned his head around, "What--Cary? Dude I'm peeing what are--"

"I'm sorry!" She yelled and whispered at the same time, closed the door firmly and rushed out of the room. Back in the comfort of her own bed, Cary couldn't help herself. She pulled her panties down to her ankles in a rushed fury. She gloshed her fingers up and down her slippery pussy. Her grooly wetness running down her thighs and wetting her bed sheet. She closed her eyes and imagined rushing up behind Watson and grasping his dick from behind. She got him hard; he thrusted his hips into her soft hands. He moaned and screamed out her name and shot his hot cum all over her hands and the toilet seat. They fell down together on the ground, his naked body wrapped up in her cum-covered hands. She imagined the sweat dripping down his ass cheeks running onto her stomach. In her bed she bit her lip and came hard and fast. She sighed in relief, the tension of the last 8 hours finally gone. She had no regret, in fact she needed more.