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Plenty of people played the role of a Peeping Tom in their days. Whether for espionage, for fun, or in the case of Krista, for perversion, it wasn't uncommon for someone to take cover in an inconspicuous space and wait for their voyeuristic moment to arrive.

The beagle herself was curled up behind the boxes that Jenna kept on the floor of her closet. They didn't make a perfect cover by any stretch, but hidden in their midst, Krista felt comfortable in her silence, finding that there was just enough of a gap left in the folding doors for her to behold the entirety of her sister's naked majesty.

Standing tall and stretching her arms over her head, Jenna put her entire figure on display for an unknown audience. Like a symbol of femininity, her bosom pushed up in the slightest as her arms came up and over, and as her shoulders eased back, she pushed her chest toward the open air.

Jenna was certainly proud of her body, and in front of a full-length mirror, she admired the natural curve of her hips as much as the comforting heft of her breasts...and just to the side, giving a delicate sway, the rope of her tail swished with such excitement that Krista wondered if her presence was truly a secret.

Whether she remained hidden or not, Krista was already in the middle of pushing her pants down to her knees when Jenna came into the room. She was far past the point of no return, having eased her panties down and trapped herself on her rump.

If she made too much of a peep, her secret would be uncovered, and having her jeans around her ankles, a hasty escape would be nigh on impossible- not that she would have been able to escape if Jenna was standing over her- but the added thrill of that idea contributed to an already healthy glisten of arousal, coating the gaps between her talented fingers.

"Not exactly cool enough for a sweater today, but...a little too chilly for a short sleeve," Jenna murmured. "But I've got that one long sleeve that I've been dying to wear, and this would be the perfect day to try it out!"

Krista knew the one her sister was after. It was in the very closet that she'd turned into her own personal viewing booth, hanging just above the tussled locks of her hair.

Slumping even further down into the cover of the boxes, Krista knew she should have done something more than that to keep her stealth, but her efforts turned more to the thrusting, rolling motion of two fingers as they worked into her eager passage.

She was dangerously close to pressing and rubbing against the pad of her g-spot when she heard the grip of paws against doorknobs; she _froze_on the spot.

"Not here..."

The doors opened with an inward breeze, courtesy of the accordion shape they took on Jenna's entry. She was all business, moving right for the rack and pushing through the different shirts without bothering to look down at the boxes, just in front of the rack where she kept her shoes.

As obviously as Krista was admiring her from below, it was nothing short of dumb luck that the younger beagle didn't blow her cover, but if she deserved any credit, it was for being still as a statue as Jenna worked her way through the limited selection of tops that she owned.

Long, flowing sleeves and a narrow body were hallmarks of the top, but the feature Krista was most interested in was no doubt the low-cut 'V' that drew the attention of anyone looking toward her cleavage. Right then, Krista didn't have to imagine what her sister's breasts looked like- those who saw her in public would have to fill in the blanks- but to have such inspiring beauty so close to her, all while being forced to put a halt to her fun, was perhaps the most blissful torture she could imagine.

Her wrist was already trembling when Jenna hesitated at the clothing rack. She seemed to be reconsidering her choice, as far as Krista could tell...but the old beagle offered only a wry smile and a shrug before she stepped back.

That the closet doors closed slightly less than complete seemed another sign that Jenna knew what her sister was up to, but without any words uttered between the two of them, Krista couldn't muster the courage to reveal herself...and if Jenna was any the wiser, she wasn't going to say it out loud.

Bending over slightly at the hip to pull the shirt up and over her head was a more obvious clue, as far as Krista could tell, but as her tongue pushed over the edge of her muzzle, starting a round of quiet, high-pitched, and decidedly canine whimpers, she threw caution to the wind and worked her fingertips against the bud of her g-spot, eagerly pressing and stroking the spongier flesh.

Reaching up into her own shirt and cupping a breast from beneath, Krista went for an orgasm so powerful that she would have expected her eyes to wince, but she refused to give in to such a natural reaction.

She fought that nature in every blissful second that followed: as thighs quivered and knees bucked against the limited range of her settled panties, Krista made absolutely sure that at least one eye was still open. An unwitting reward came in the form of Jenna slipping the shirt on, but conveniently forgetting any other clothing, as she bent forward further...taking just the right angle that Krista's eyes could feast on the pair of orifices that might be hers to savor, if she only had the courage to speak.

Courageous or not, she couldn't have managed even the most basic of whispers in her current state. Gasping high and sharp, she pinched at her nipple and clutched her breast that much tighter, until her entire body went stiff at the peak of her release.

Plentiful juices eased into her palm and toward her wrist as she thrashed against her own forearm, but she managed to keep her cries stifled behind freshly gritted teeth.

"Might be a bit risque of an outfit...what do you think?"

Whether she was asking Krista and revealing their secret or speaking to the stuffed animal in the middle of the bed- the only person who had a better view of Jenna's womanhood- the younger beagle froze a second time, this time trapped in the bliss of a stretching orgasm...