This went on, as it usually did, for a few minutes, until Dave entered the room. We fell silent and turned our attention to the television show. Dave told us he was stepping out to the convenient store, down the road, for a pack of smokes, and that he would be back in about fifteen minutes.

As the front door closed, the two of us began teasing each other again. Then we heard Stacey singing in the shower and Dave told me he was going to play a trick on Stacey. He got up from the couch and going to the bathroom door, he turned the knob ever so carefully. Inching the door open, he could see the silhouette of Stacey through the shower curtain. He was tempted to stay and watch, but was afraid his sister say something, so he crept into the bathroom and grabbed all of Stacey's clothes and towels. He left her a little hand towel that she could dry off with, but it would never be large enough to cover herself with, when she left the bathroom.

We sat in the front room, to have a full view of the hallway that Stacey would have to streak down to reach her bedroom.

Dave had another thought. He asked me if I knew of where a camera was. I just replied with a twinkle in my eyes that Stacey had one in her room. We got up and ran into Stacey's room and retrieved the camera. I made sure there was film in it and the flash was ready.

Looking over at my brother, I remembered the dream I'd had earlier that morning. It seemed like it had been days ago. Thinking more about it, I told Mark to strip down to his underwear. He said, "No way!" I said, "awe come on, think of Stacey walking in here with only that little hand-towel separating her from you." I noticed a bulge in Mark's shorts forming. I knew that if I goaded him, he might just do it. So I told him, "with your little dick, Stacey wouldn't even noticed you undressed." "I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a girl if she walked naked into a room with you." "You're probably such a cherry boy that a commercial on women's underwear makes you cream your jeans."