Shes Right There

Does this count as incest porn? It's more exhibition than anything, but it's still new territory for me. No direct contact, but will still get your rock off if you like sister stuff.

All characters are 18+, duh.

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Alice has a confession to make. She likes to masturbate in her living room. That's not too weird on its own, but she still lives with her family. She's 19, and technically could move out, but the economy is dogshit right now and her parents told her to just stick around for the time being.

But now she's a full adult that has developed her sexual desires quite far, and bringing potential partners back to her parents house where the walls are very thin isn't... super viable. So a lot of her frustrations get let out through masturbating, and she loves doing it in places where she can almost get caught. The riskier the better.

The living room couch is a big one. When everyone is gone for even just a half hour she'll strip down, mirror porn onto the big screen, put her feet up onto the coffee table, and cum hard. But lately she's needed even more. She's started teasing the idea of doing things right in front of her family.

During family movie night she's put a large blanket over herself, then teased herself over her panties with her entire family within sight. She didn't bring herself to cumming, but her heart was pounding in her chest. At that moment she knew she had to continue with this, but she wanted to try cumming in a less risky situation.

That's how she got to today. Middle of the day, around noon on Saturday, and she was sitting on the couch watching a movie. Her family used blankets any time of day, so her sister coming into the room to see her with a heavy blanket on top of her at noon wasn't a strange sight. Alice had planned this all out. She'd put on a movie her sister liked, and knew to time it when her sister would be free. Under the blanket she had even slipped her shorts down her thighs so she wouldn't have to move strangely.

"Wha'cha watchin?" Her sister asked, before recognizing 'Prince's Bride' on the TV. "Oh, nice," she finished before Alice had a chance to respond.

The movie was already about a half-hour in, and Alice had been idly, slowly, softly, stroking her panties in the meantime.

Her sister then went to the kitchen to grab a drink, and Alice's heart started to pick up in pace. She was doing something new, something very risky, something very wrong. But she wanted to do it so badly, and she wasn't going to turn back on it now.

Her sister came back and flopped onto the other sofa, and Alice gave it a few minutes before she really started. A man was laughing loudly on the screen. He thought he'd won over the other man, who wore a mask, but abruptly stopped laughing and fell over dead. He lost.

At this point Alice saw that her sister was half paying attention to the movie, half to her phone. It was the perfect time now.

She slowly moved her panties to the side, and could feel that they were damp. Her eyes kept flicking back and forth from the screen to her sister, and she wasn't paying much attention to the movie. Her fingers were moving at a good pace; evenly, smoothly, but silent.

The movie progressed, another couple minutes. Her sister was still split between her phone and the movie, but Alice was really starting to get into it. Her hips rocked slowly, her toes were clenching, and now she had two fingers in. She was biting her lip, slouched more into the couch, and even had her other hand up her shirt.

It turned her on to no end that she was only a few feet from her sister. If it wasn't for the blanket, there'd be no way to hide what she was doing at all. Alice was sure she was dripping wet at this point, and if there wasn't a thick blanket to muffle the sound, then she was sure her sister would be able to hear it.

Alice was getting close. She was biting her finger at this point to not make noise. Her sister still hadn't noticed, but Alice was past the point of no return. If her sister got up right now and pulled the blanket off of her, she still wouldn't be able to stop herself. Maybe that's what she wanted, but the dilemma only turned her on more.

This was wrong. She was masturbating right in front of her sister. Her sister didn't even know, she was an unwilling participant. Anyone in her family could step in and see her cum right now. She was so close. Her sister just had to stop looking at her phone or the movie, ask her a question, get up for a drink, and she'd be caught. There was no way she could hide it by now. Her toes curled, she sped up just a little more. Just a little more. Close, close, closer, and then she came.

She bit down on her finger, and squeezed her eyes shut. Her breathing was fast and shallow, she still couldn't make noise. Her whole body clenched, squeezed into her. Her legs squeezed so hard they hurt, and her toes were certainly curled enough to turn white. It was hard, it was long, it almost hurt from stimulation. Every nerve was on fire, but she was totally unaware of reality. She thinks she might have squirt into the blanket, but she couldn't tell now.

After a moment, or maybe an hour, her eyes reopened. Her sister was none the wiser. Her body flopped down against the couch. She was exhausted, her heart was pounding, but she was more satisfied than she had been in a long time. Her body was sort of sweaty now, but she couldn't get out from this hot blanket until them movie was finished and her sister left.

But three things were certain. It was wrong, she loved it, and she'd do it again. Maybe this movie night.