Ciara is sexually active and has been for a couple years that I know of. I only know that because her bedroom abuts mine one floor up and at the opposite end of the house from my parent’s bedroom. My walk-in closet is the only thing that separates our rooms. I discovered by accident one evening when our parents were out that Ciara had her boyfriend in her room. I could hear strange noises while I was doing my homework. I followed the noises into my closet and with my ear against the adjoining wall I could hear moans and groans and slurping and skin slapping just like on the porno sites I frequented. I jerked myself off three times as a stood there and listened. I know it was wrong to be listening but I was sixteen then and nothing was going to tear me away from that wall. I only wished that I could see as well as hear.
I listened at that wall for a year as Ciara “entertained” numerous boyfriends before I got up the nerve to form a plan that had been building in my mind ever since that first night. I had already perused her bedroom which was papered with multiple colored shapes like the art-deco of the 1930’s. Drilling a hole in that collage of shapes would be easy. Then I noticed that there was a heating and air conditioning vent above the door to her private bathroom. I had been watching the TV series “Homeland” and remembered how the CIA guys put video cameras and microphones in the vents. I research such things on line and purchased one. There was no way to get power to it so I got a battery powered wifi HD camera with microphone included. I couldn’t believe how small the thing was.
One day I faked being ill so I could stay home and execute my plan. I knew my mom had a hair appointment and as soon as she left I carried my already collected tools and camera kit into Ciara’s bedroom. I stood on a step stool and removed the vent cover. Only two screws held it in place. I secured the camera to the cover so the camera would have a good view and angled it down to see as much of her room as possible. I pushed the vent back in place and stepped down. I walked all around her room looking at the vent to see if anything showed. I replaced the screws.
The set up to receive the camera and microphone signals on my computer was the hard part and it took me a couple hours to get it working. When the view of Ciara’s bedroom finally came up on my screen I was amazed at the quality of the image. I could see a high angle view of most of her room and all of her bed. I was in business. My big head was feeling guilty but on this endeavor my little head was in charge and to prove it I got an instant hard-on just imaging what I was going to see. I jerked myself off and then put all the tools away and made sure I had cleaned up below the vent. I was good to go.
Mom and Dad almost always went out on Wednesday nights. They belonged to a ‘club’ they said. They never said anything more about the ‘club’ and I never asked. Ciara ‘entertained’ her boyfriends in her room on Wednesday nights and she threatened me with instant death if I ever said anything about it to Mom and Dad. I was cool with it. After all, I was being entertained too.