One morning, I had just finished showering and was in the middle of shaving. Needless to say, I was stark naked. To my astonishment, Noah—without knocking or saying anything—opened the door, walked in nude as the day he was born, and started taking a shower. Normally, I might scold the boy for just barging into my private space—if I were really that annoyed. But I knew what was up. Noah was looking for a reaction and I was determined to rise above and not give him the satisfaction. And after Noah finished his shower, I couldn’t help but notice him eyeing me—or more specifically, my ass—as he casually brushed against me and out of the bathroom. Recently, Noah had been getting into my home office while I was away at work. Usually, from what I could tell, he was rummaging through my things or using my computer. And he always insisted that he wasn’t doing what I knew he was doing.
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