[The rest of the parts are here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sister_hannah/comments/4j3laa/i_found_my_sisters_reddit_account_story_index/)
It’s important to note that I’ve never seen Rori’s pussy before. We are not that kind of “don’t bother wearing a towel after a shower, we’re family so it doesn’t matter” kind of family. And Rori, especially. This is a girl I remember always waiting for a toilet stall to open when we went to the pool so she didn’t have to change her swimsuit in front of anyone. I would wonder, as I got changed in the changing room, why the hell my sister thought her cunt was so special that she couldn’t let anyone see it. The dark image of her running down the hall sans towel is about the closest I’ve ever gotten. So suffice it to say that the thought of seeing Rori’s pussy intrigued me. And if I was going to see it, I was going to see it in person. I had thought about trying to coax her into sending me some pictures, but after all the other things that happened, I may as well go for the gold. I was going to see her precious little snatch with no computer screen between me and it, and she was going to be the one to make it happen. In one of her conversations with my online persona, she said she liked me because any other guy would ask for nude pictures. If only she knew that the reason I didn’t ask is because I was getting something better.
The next couple of days were… let’s say interesting. The day after I gave her her new assignment, she was wearing a skirt again. When I was hanging out downstairs in the living room, she said she was going upstairs and asked if I could follow her up to help with something. “Sure, I’ll be up in a minute,” I told her. I pretended to keep reading the magazine I had in my hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for me to be right behind her as she went up. Waiting for me to look up her skirt and see her pussy. But I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her. She had the chance to show me her pussy like that, and she let it pass. Now, she was going to have to work for it. She lingered at the stairs for awhile, before defeatedly going up the stairs, after which I followed her. Once upstairs, she suddenly decided she could handle whatever it was she was doing on her own.
She made a couple more attempts similar to that. She would “accidentally” knock something under the table she was sitting at and ask me to grab it for it, and I would tell her to get it herself. Or she’d be in the bathroom, and call for me to bring her a spare roll of toilet paper, and I’d just leave it next to the door and leave before she could open the door to grab it. She even got bold and decided to bend far over in her skirt to pick something up she “accidentally” dropped. I made sure to walk by her, instead of standing behind in the viewing gallary. Like I said, I didn’t want to make it easy.
A few hours after that incident, though, I was sitting at the computer again, when I heard a familiar sound coming through the walls. Rori was playing with herself again. I logged onto my secret other Reddit account to check if there were any new messages from her. Nothing, though. At this point I made a snap decision, and decided that it was time for her to turn in her homework. I logged out and quietly walked over to the door. I opened it making as little noise as I could, and tip-toed down to Rori’s bedroom door. Standing next to it, I could hear more clearly. Not just the wet rubbing sounds of her hands against her cunt, but her slow but heavy breathing as well. I could feel blood rushing to my face as I thought about what I was about to do.
The second I knocked on the door, I heard her hastily stop. After a few raps, I called through the wooden slab “Rori, can I come in?”
“Ummm… yeah, just give me a second!”
I started opening the door before she finished her sentence. I found her inside her room, laying on her bed, on top of half of her blanket with the other half folded over her legs. Above her waist, she was wearing a tank top and clearly no bra. Her laptop lay closed next to her. She was laying facing it, but flipped over quickly when I walked in, grasping her blanket to hold it close to herself as she turned. She looked at me in panic.
I feigned ignorance about what was going on seconds before I came in the room. “What are you doing, Rori?”
“I was, um… just answering some e-mails,” she quickly lied. I looked at her skeptically.
“Are you naked under there?” I gestured at the blanket covering her legs.
“No!” she said, offended, but still clutched the blanket close to her legs.
“Then show me,” I said, walking over to her and grabbing the blanket. As soon as I did, she panicked and clutched onto it like her life depended on keeping that blanket over her legs.
We tugged back and forth for a second while she yelled at me “Get out of here!” Or at least as much of a yell as she could while keeping her voice down so nobody else in the house heard her.
“Fine,” I said as I let go. I probably wasn’t going to win that game of tug-of-war anyways, with how desperately she wanted to cling onto it. But I had other ways of getting what I wanted. “I’m going to go tell mom,” I said and made a b-line for the door, opening it and just barely stepping across the threshold, before I heard Rori cry out.
“Wait! Don’t tell mom anything.”
I lingered there for a second. This felt good. How many times had I been on the other side of this power move; how many times had Rori tattled on me, or threatened to tattle on me. It felt good having this power over her. I can see why she liked doing it so much. I stood there with my back to her for a second, smiling and thinking about how much she must be squirming and panicking behind me. Then, I recomposed my face to be serious again and turned around, closing the door behind me. I slowly walked over to her bed and crossed my arms, looking down at her. “Show me,” I commanded.
Looking defeated, she sighed and slowly pulled the blanket down to her ankles. Surprisingly, she was telling the truth. Rather than being naked, she was wearing a pair of pink, cotton panties under the blanket. Her legs were pressed tightly together.
“See?” she said, angrily. “Now get out of my room.”
I looked at her suspiciously. I knew she was masturbating before I got there. Then, in the silence, I just noticed something I hadn’t before; a very faint sound. A buzzing sound. At first I thought it was the computer fan, but it was too high pitched. Giving another look at her panties, I noticed a small bulge in them. “What is that?” I asked, pointing at the spot.
She shook her head. “Please, just leave.”
“Show me what you’re hiding under there, and then I’ll leave.”
Her face was red, and she was breathing more heavily. She gulped and, looking me in the eyes the whole time, slowly peeled down her panties, revealing a dark bush, trimmed only at the sides shortly before the crease where her hips met her thighs, followed by a milky white mons pubis fading into to plump, fair outer lips, and between them, sticking out of her pink and very wet pussy, the base of a small, light blue, vibrating dildo. She was clamping her legs together the whole time, keeping it inside of her. Her legs pressed tightly together, she had trouble pulling her panties down all the way, and left them wrapped around her thighs, just low enough to expose her pussy and the vibrator.
I lost my composure, almost unable to believe what I was seeing. I looked back to her face. She was still looking me in the eyes, her mouth opened lightly and she was breathing heavily. “You’ve had that in you the whole time I’ve been here,” I said in disbelief.
She nodded, continuing to look me in the eyes.
“You’ve been masturbating while you talk to me,” I added.
She let out a few slow breaths before answering me in a whisper, “you didn’t give me time to take it out.”
I leaned in close to her face, and whispered with a voice full of spite “you’re a dirty slut, Rori.”
She let out a slight moan and bit her lip as I said it, before nodding in agreement.
I stood up and walked towards the door. Her eyes followed me. “where are you going? You’re not going to tell anyone, right?”
Looking back over my shoulder, I declared “I said I’d leave if you showed me, and you showed me. And I haven’t decided if I’m going to tell anyone yet.” After opening the door, I stopped and added “Don’t try to hide things from me anymore, Rori.” She didn’t say anything. I stepped into the hallway and turned back to close the door behind me. I saw her laying there, still with the blanket off and her panties around her legs, even with the door open. Still just staring at me with her mouth agape as I slowly closed her door. I stood outside her door without going anywhere, just thinking about what had happened. Then I heard her starting up playing with herself again, louder than before, like she didn’t care if I heard. Like she wanted me to hear.
I went back to the computer and awaited her next message.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/4q7gbu/i_found_my_sisters_reddit_account_part_v_ff_mast
Please keep writing these!