Little Secret (3)

Tara froze, then whipped around and crept back into the livingroom. She arrived just in time to see William's door close nearly shut. "Did he see that? Did he see me? Oh god! How much did he see!?" Panicked, Tara crawled to her panties and bra and threw them on before sneaking upstairs. How much had her brother seen? She couldn't know. Maybe he woke up just at the end and didn't see anything? Tara tried to convince herself that was it, but her heart seized when she heard her name through his door. Hardly breathing or moving, she knelt down and peeked into his room. William's dim bedside lamp illuminated the room as well as his occupied bed. He certainly hadn't been studying. Pictures scattered over the sheets, some spilling onto the floor, and many more cluttered in a nearby shoebox. He lay amid them, back turned to the door, moving just so slightly under his sheets. He was definitely awake though, and Tara leaned in to hear him whispering. "You deserve better than that, Kitty." Tara r