It was late at night. I did what I usually did at night when I would wake up. Take a piss. But on my way back to my room I heard a noise. That's surely different.. I thought. I followed the noise. The closer I got, the harder I got. Then I stopped. My heart froze. The noise was coming from the other side of this door. My sister's door.
Now lets get this straight before we continue. I'm two years older than her. I'm 20. So do the math. Back to the scene. I leaned in closer. My ear against the door, listening in. I stuck my hand down my pants. All guilty conscience forgotten. I wrapped a hand around myself. Squeezing. My breath hitched. It felt so good. At this point I forgot about where I was. Forgetting that any second now, my parents would walk out and see me. But I didn't care anymore right now. My only concern was getting to the finish line. I started to stroke myself a little harder. Straining to hear her.
Her moans were getting a little louder. I'm a little surprised that my parents couldn't hear this. I shrugged it off. Now what I did next surprised myself also. I knocked on her door, disturbing her. I was disappointed when she wasn't moaning anymore.
She opened the door. Her face flushed. Her hair a mess. "What do you want?" She snapped. Trying to play it off. "I was sleeping." I placed my hands on her shoulders. Making her shut up. I pushed her back, walking in. "Excuse me!?" She hissed at me. "I'd like to go back to slee-"
" I know you weren't asleep." I sat on her bed looking straight at her. I got up and walked up to her. Not as close a brother should be. I leaned down. She froze as I nibbled her ear and whispered. "Do you like that?" She gave a shiver in reply and was about to back away but I grabbed her wrist and my other arm around her bringing her close.
I slid my hands down lower. Cupping her ass squeezing them. She was struggling against me. "This isn't right. I'm your sister for god's sake!" I ignored her and pushed her until I had her pinned to wall. First I caressed her face, then her collar bone area down to her chest. I grabbed one of her breast into my hands. Squeezing it, massaging it. I looked at her face while doing this. She was fighting with herself. It only made me more excited. I wanted her to break down.
Even lower I slid my hands until I was at her waist band. I hesitated only for a moment until I reached farther down into her shorts. I felt the curls of her pubic hair. I twisted my finger around it for a moment. Playing with it. Then I dipped my middle finger between her folds. They were so wet. And all for me. With my middle finger, I rubbed her clit. In circles and side to side. Repeating my actions. She bucked her hips, begging for more. I stopped what I was doing only for a moment. I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around me. I moved both of my hands to her breast, while grinding into her. The friction making the rough fabric feels so good against ourselves. Her hands were kneading my shoulders now. Sometimes clawing my clothed back. She moved her hands under my shirt, running her hands softly over my toned abs. I backed away just enough to take my shirt off.
