The workweek was over, and I was heading home to relax before going out with some friends when my sister text me asking if I could look at her computer. She said something about not being able to get online, and screens popping up like crazy. Since I am the IT guy in the family, I get the burden of fixing everyone's computer issues.
I go home, get ready, and then head over to her place to see if I can fix the problem.
She shows me the issues she is having, and right off I can tell she is somewhat embarrassed about what may have caused the problem. I acted like it was some type of common virus, because I didn't want her feeling weird. I told her that I would run a few checks and let her know if it can be fixed and how long. She left the room so I could do my thing.
When I went into her history, she had been watching quite a bit of incest porn. Now this doesn't mean she is into this literally, but it was a little intriguing to say the least.
After working for about 30 minutes, I knew this was going to be a long process. I yelled out to her telling her 'she owes me big time for fixing her computer on a Friday night'. She never responded so I thought she may have been in the bathroom, shower, or watching TV and couldn't hear me. I continued on.
As the computer was running checks, I was being nosy looking around her computer room to see what other things she may be into. I found some KY, a dildo, and some worn panties in a laundry basket in the closet. She must have thrown them in here to hide them since I was coming over.
I was thirsty so I went to the kitchen to get a drink. The TV was on in the living room, but no one was watching. I walked by her room, and noticed her door was partially open. I didn't want to look in, so I stood outside and tried to listen for the shower running, or if she was going through her closet. I didn't want to walk in if she was getting dressed or just getting out of the shower.
As I was standing there, I heard a slight moan. At first, my mind went straight to the gutter...was my sis watching porn? I stood there for a few moments, and my heart began pounding which made it difficult to hear if she was still moaning. I wasn't sure why I got so nervous, and excited just from hearing a simple moan coming from her room. I walked down the hall to calm down, and went back to check the computer.
The computer indicated that it would take another 60 minutes to complete its scan of the hard drive. It was near 8pm now, and I knew I couldn't leave until the system was up and running.
I wanted to let her know that it would take another hour, and to make sure she wasn't pressed for time, so I went back by her room to tell her. I walked up to the door, and I heard a steady moaning, and the bed was making a rustling sound. I stopped dead in my tracks. My stomach dropped, and my cock actually started getting hard. I had to know what was going on so I peaked into her room, and noticed she was on her stomach wearing a small t-shirt, and a pair of light blue silky panties.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not only was I fixing her computer full of malware from porn sites, she was masturbating while I am at her house, and just a room over.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass, and my ears where at their sharpest ever as I listened to her moans and tried keeping my breathing a quiet as possible.
I stood there for about 5 minutes, which felt like an hour. I didn't know what to do, as I have never seen my sis like this before. Sure as we grew up, she would walk around in her panties, and t-shirts, knowing that she was teasing me, but this was completely different. I used to try spying on her when she was showering, changing clothes, sun bathing, or when she had slumber parties. About 1 out of 20 attempts, did I ever get to catch a glimpse of her hairy pussy, or tiny tits. It was never enough to get really overly worked up about so I used to just sneak her panties out of her room, and jack off in them from time to time. All of my past memories were racing through my head and I looked down to see that my cock was trying to break out of my jeans.