The solution to Holly's problem was obvious, she had to get a better vantage point to watch her brother and his closet was perfect for it. The slatted doors would let her see out into the room while she remained concealed in the darkness of the closet. Ricky's closet was wide, but not very deep and his dirty clothes hamper was inside.
The clothes hamper did present a challenge, especially if Ricky decided to be neat and decided to put his clothes in the hamper before jacking off. Hell, it was a problem even if he did it afterwards and Holly was in the closet. Fortunately Ricky had planned to go to the mall with their parents to do a little Christmas shopping.
Holly decided not to go and was awarded the task of finishing up the breakfast dishes. She rushed through the chore, scraping the dishes clean just to put them in the dishwasher. After starting it up she wiped down the granite countertop, cleaned up the stove top and wiped off the breakfast table. Hanging the rag up, Holly glanced out to the driveway making sure her parents didn't forget something and then headed for the stairs.
As she climbed the carpeted stairs, she felt a pleasant tingling between her legs. Once upstairs she walked past her door and went directly to her brother's. Slowly turning the tarnished brass doorknob, she pushed the door open, slipped into his room and closed the door behind her. The room was basically a mess, the double bed was unmade, clothes and shoes were tossed across the floor, towels were tossed over the back of his chair.
The room smelled, it was as odd mix of musty fabric, foot and body odor, ammonia and an obnoxious stale cologne. In the past she'd classify the mixture of scents as foul or stinky, but now, wandering in his room with a specific intent, the odor was not all that bad. In fact, as the tingling between her legs continued, she could tell she was getting wet just being surrounded by her brother's scent.
Focusing her mind, she walked over to his closet and looked at the hamper. She then slid both doors to the right and looked at the rest of the closet. "Yes, it will work," she whispered to herself, thinking that she could hide on the left side of the closet and if Ricky needed in the hamper he could use it without seeing her hidden on the side. Then if he got started without using the hamper, she could actually sit on it while watching.
Just to check it all out, Holly climbed into Ricky's closet and closed the doors. Peeking out though the slats helped control the slight twinge of claustrophobia she felt as she sat down on the hamper. Remembering what he had done the night before, Holly visualized what she hoped to witness later in the day.
She had seen his cock, how her brother held it as he began jacking off, the way his cock would slide in and out of his fist, how the purple head would appear and disappear as he began thrusting his hips, fucking his hand. Holly had slipped her hand into her panties and wet her fingers dipping them into her pussy. Moving them to her clit, she pictured Ricky's hand moving faster and faster over his cock. Savoring the sensations she tried to remember the scent of his cum, that unique smell. It was gone now, but when she came into his room after he jacked off, it was quite strong.
Thinking she heard something she stopped, then quickly pulled her hand out of her panties and headed out of her brother's room quickly moving back into her room. Once inside, she remembered that Ricky had his door closed, so she rushed back, closed his door and walked back to her room. Instead of going inside, she turned and headed downstairs. At the midpoint of the stairs she saw the front door open and her family banged their way inside, dropping keys and packages as they came.
"It was nuts out there, Holly I sure hope you have your shopping finished, I don't feel like going back to the mall until the after Christmas sales," her mom said, rushing past the stairs heading for the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm done, but I may go to the mall with Amie this week."
"What on earth for?" her mother called in from the kitchen.
"Just to watch all the foolish people like you waiting so long to do their shopping," she replied, laughing a bit.
"Some of us have jobs," her dad replied.
"Or are off at school," Ricky added.
"I go to classes way more than you do Ricky, and I got my shopping done."
He just rolled his eyes and barreled past her on the stairs. Holly followed him back up the stairs but as he turned for his room, she ducked into hers. Locking the door she quickly shuffled over to the chair near the door and peeked through the keyhole. Ricky was pulling off his clothes but only stripped down to his underwear before pulling on his sweatpants and a light sweatshirt. Holly watched him sit on the bed, pull on his running shoes and then step through his door, closing it behind him.
Moving to her window she waited for Ricky to appear. After a few minutes she saw him step into the front yard, look up and down the street and then start running up the long hill. Holly pulled her chair over by the window, picked up a book and started to read, glancing out of the window every so often to see if she could spot Ricky returning. It took a while, but after about forty-five minutes she spotted him jogging back down the hill.
