Me n My Sister Part:2

Did she wear panties those mornings? Was she naked underneath that long t-shirt? What does she look like without clothes? I couldn’t clear my mind of the terrible incestuous ideas running through it. I was a virgin and I was pretty sure she was too. We really never had any serious boyfriends or girlfriends. Our parents were happy to let us be secluded in our studies and hobbies upstairs in our house. If not for family time, we’d probably never go downstairs other than going to school or playing a few pickup games at the community basketball courts.

She always came with me even though she didn’t play. As I thought more about it, everything I did she just went along with and tried to enjoy. Is it possible she’s a submissive? I’ve never considered myself as a dominant male but I do like to take the lead in the massive multiplayer video games I play. She’s always there being the healer or repair role when we play. She always supports everything I do without complaint.

These thoughts consumed me until I hear another moan. This one was louder and less muffled. She must be getting close, I thought. Only a few seconds later another soft and less muffled moan. Her pitch and pace was quickening. Without realizing it, so was my hand. I was so aroused I couldn’t help myself. The idea of jerking off with her at the same time was consuming my conscience mind. It felt like my body was on autopilot and my brain had no say.

My hand moved faster, in time with the moans passing through the wall. I was getting close too. My boxers had released my member long ago and I stroked as fast as I could. Another moan of pleasure, this time it didn’t come through the wall but from my own lips. It wasn’t laud but it was followed by more through the wall. I was losing all control between her moans and my own sounds of pleasure. What was I doing? I can’t do this, my mind was fighting but my body wouldn’t listen. Another grunt louder and more direct. I prayed she couldn’t hear it as my pace tried to match hers, our moans softly passing through the wall as each of reached climax at the same time.

I heard her bed shaking against the wall as my own reciprocated its motion. My seed began to spray the sheet covering me and soaking my boxers underneath. Her bedsprings spoke to me through the wall as they creaked under her spasms. My hand was being coated, the moans through the wall reached their peak. The sound of the springs moving dyed down, my own orgasm in its final throws. The last of my ejaculate finished coating my hand, sheet, and boxers. I laid there for an eternity it seemed. Soaked in the greatest orgasm of my life while I listed to my sister masturbate to her own orgasmic bliss.

I couldn’t move. I was ashamed, embarrassed. I pleaded with anything that would hear me to have her not heard what I had done. My little sister, my best friend, had just given me the best orgasm of my life. I was paralyzed. Then the soft creak of springs… she was getting out of bed. Panic consumed me. We were only a few weeks into summer break. How could I face her after what I had done…?

Soft footsteps and her door opening… I couldn’t take my ear from the wall… footsteps in the hallway. The bathroom was on her side, the laundry on mine. Her steps approached my door…

A soft knock… “Joe, you awake?” she whispered.

Maybe she didn’t know… maybe she couldn’t hear what I had done because she was lost in her own bliss. I had to stay cool.

“Yeah, I’m just waking up..” I choked out with my voice breaking worse than when I hit puberty.

A long pause… she hadn’t moved…

“I was… well, I thought… maybe we should… do laundry today…”

She knew… panic filled my mind. She knew I just busted a load listening to her… I couldn’t speak… I was frozen. She continued after a long pause.

“If you… well… I’ll do it… the laundry… for you…”

I was without control. My body was no longer operating on sane thought. I was paralyzed mentally…

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in the laundry room.”

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