I love my big sister, Susan, I really do, but not in the way that a brother should love his sister. When I think back, as far as I can remember, just as I've always been in love with my sister, I've always peeped on her dressing and undressing. With her being three years older than me, a lifetime, when a young adult, I was afraid to let my true feelings be known for fear that my Mom would take me to a shrink to have my head examined and maybe she should have back then. My sexual attraction to my sister started during the time that I was peeping...