“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible in the dark room. The faint sound of fabric rustling, followed by a soft gasp, made my heart skip a beat. Did she hear me? I froze, my breath caught in my throat, and waited.The room was pitch black except for the dim glow of her phone, casting just enough light to outline her figure on the bed across from me. I could see her silhouette shift, one hand moving slowly beneath the blanket. My stomach tightened, a mix of curiosity and guilt knotting inside me. What the hell is she doing?It had started out as a normal weekend—or at least as normal as it could be when you’re crashing at your buddy’s house after a night of drinking and gaming. We’d stayed up late, laughing over stupid jokes and trying to beat each other in whatever game was trending that week. By the time we finally called it quits, I was half-drunk and completely exhausted.My friend had passed out on the couch, leaving me to find somewhere else to sleep. His sister, Jess, had offered me the extra bed in her room since the house was packed with cousins staying over for the weekend. I didn’t think much of it at the time. She was cool, always cracking jokes and giving her brother a hard time, but I’d never really seen her as anything more than his sister.I climbed into the spare bed, too tired to care about the arrangement. The last thing I remembered was lying there, listening to the soft sound of her breathing as she scrolled on her phone in the dark. I’d figured she’d fall asleep soon enough, and I let myself drift off.But then I woke up. At first, I wasn’t sure why. The room was quiet, the faint glow of her phone still lighting her side of the room. I rolled over, my head heavy from the drinks earlier, and tried to go back to sleep. That’s when I heard it.A soft, wet sound. Almost rhythmic. Slow at first, then a little faster.I froze. My eyes snapped open, and it took every ounce of self-control not to react. Across the room, Jess wasn’t on her phone anymore. She was lying on her back, one hand casually tucked under the waistband of her shorts. Her phone was propped up against her pillow, the screen playing some muted video I couldn’t quite make out.Is she…? My mind raced, unwilling to believe what I was seeing. But there was no mistaking it. The way her lips parted slightly, the shaky breaths escaping her, the subtle movement of her wrist under the fabric—she was touching herself.My body reacted before I could stop it. My dick stiffened instantly, pressing uncomfortably against my boxers. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but the sounds were impossible to ignore. Every soft gasp, every tiny moan she let out sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.Just stay still, I told myself. Don’t move. Don’t look.But I couldn’t help it. My eyes fluttered open again, drawn to her like a magnet. She shifted slightly, her legs parting ever so subtly as her fingers worked beneath her shorts. The tension in the room was unbearable, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.And then—worst of all—she slid her shorts down. Just a little, but enough to expose everything. I couldn’t breathe. My hand instinctively moved under the blanket, my fingers brushing against the length of my hardening cock. It felt wrong—so wrong—but the pull was undeniable. I stroked myself slowly, my movements tentative yet urgent, matching the rhythm of her own.She let out a quiet moan, muffled by the pillow she pressed her face into. My hand tightened around my shaft, my pulse racing as I fought to keep my breathing steady. The air between us felt charged, heavy with something illicit and unspoken.Then it happened.Her eyes flicked open—and locked directly onto mine.Time seemed to stop. Her fingers stilled against her pussy, her breathing uneven as she stared at me with wide eyes. For a split second, neither of us moved. My hand was still gripping my cock under the blanket; hers was still pressed against her wetness. The silence was deafening.And then… she smirked.Her lips curved into a sly grin, her gaze never leaving mine as she spread her legs wider. Her fingers began moving again, faster this time, as if daring me to watch. My hand matched her pace almost instinctively, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me.“Jess,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible.But she didn’t stop. Instead, she bit her lip and arched her back slightly, her hips lifting off the bed as she rubbed herself harder. Every movement was deliberate, teasing, like she was putting on a show just for me.I don’t know how long we stayed like that—watching each other, our hands moving in sync under the cover of darkness. The tension was electric, every nerve in my body on edge as I tried to keep quiet…“Don’t tell,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as she pulled her shorts back up.I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My cock was still throbbing in my hand, my stomach slick with cum as I lay there, dazed and confused. She turned away then, reaching for her phone and ending whatever video had been playing. The room plunged into near-darkness again, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.But before I could even begin to process what had just happened…

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible in the dark room. The faint sound of fabric rustling, followed by a soft gasp, made my heart skip a beat. _Did she hear me?_ I froze, my breath caught in my throat, and waited.

The room was pitch black except for the dim glow of her phone, casting just enough light to outline her figure on the bed across from me. I could see her silhouette shift, one hand moving slowly beneath the blanket. My stomach tightened, a mix of curiosity and guilt knotting inside me. _What the hell is she doing?_

It had started out as a normal weekend—or at least as normal as it could be when you’re crashing at your buddy’s house after a night of drinking and gaming. We’d stayed up late, laughing over stupid jokes and trying to beat each other in whatever game was trending that week. By the time we finally called it quits, I was half-drunk and completely exhausted.

My friend had passed out on the couch, leaving me to find somewhere else to sleep. His sister, Jess, had offered me the extra bed in her room since the house was packed with cousins staying over for the weekend. I didn’t think much of it at the time. She was cool, always cracking jokes and giving her brother a hard time, but I’d never really seen her as anything more than his sister.

I climbed into the spare bed, too tired to care about the arrangement. The last thing I remembered was lying there, listening to the soft sound of her breathing as she scrolled on her phone in the dark. I’d figured she’d fall asleep soon enough, and I let myself drift off.

But then I woke up. 

At first, I wasn’t sure why. The room was quiet, the faint glow of her phone still lighting her side of the room. I rolled over, my head heavy from the drinks earlier, and tried to go back to sleep. That’s when I heard it.

A soft, wet sound. Almost rhythmic. Slow at first, then a little faster.

I froze. My eyes snapped open, and it took every ounce of self-control not to react. Across the room, Jess wasn’t on her phone anymore. She was lying on her back, one hand casually tucked under the waistband of her shorts. Her phone was propped up against her pillow, the screen playing some muted video I couldn’t quite make out.

_Is she…?_ My mind raced, unwilling to believe what I was seeing. But there was no mistaking it. The way her lips parted slightly, the shaky breaths escaping her, the subtle movement of her wrist under the fabric—she was touching herself.

My body reacted before I could stop it. My dick stiffened instantly, pressing uncomfortably against my boxers. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but the sounds were impossible to ignore. Every soft gasp, every tiny moan she let out sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.

_Just stay still_, I told myself. _Don’t move. Don’t look._

But I couldn’t help it. My eyes fluttered open again, drawn to her like a magnet. She shifted slightly, her legs parting ever so subtly as her fingers worked beneath her shorts. The tension in the room was unbearable, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.

And then—worst of all—she slid her shorts down. Just a little, but enough to expose everything. 

I couldn’t breathe. My hand instinctively moved under the blanket, my fingers brushing against the length of my hardening cock. It felt wrong—so wrong—but the pull was undeniable. I stroked myself slowly, my movements tentative yet urgent, matching the rhythm of her own.

She let out a quiet moan, muffled by the pillow she pressed her face into. My hand tightened around my shaft, my pulse racing as I fought to keep my breathing steady. The air between us felt charged, heavy with something illicit and unspoken.

Then it happened.

Her eyes flicked open—and locked directly onto mine.

Time seemed to stop. Her fingers stilled against her pussy, her breathing uneven as she stared at me with wide eyes. For a split second, neither of us moved. My hand was still gripping my cock under the blanket; hers was still pressed against her wetness. The silence was deafening.

And then… she smirked.

Her lips curved into a sly grin, her gaze never leaving mine as she spread her legs wider. Her fingers began moving again, faster this time, as if daring me to watch. My hand matched her pace almost instinctively, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Jess,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible.

But she didn’t stop. Instead, she bit her lip and arched her back slightly, her hips lifting off the bed as she rubbed herself harder. Every movement was deliberate, teasing, like she was putting on a show just for me.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that—watching each other, our hands moving in sync under the cover of darkness. The tension was electric, every nerve in my body on edge as I tried to keep quiet…

“Don’t tell,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as she pulled her shorts back up.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My cock was still throbbing in my hand, my stomach slick with cum as I lay there, dazed and confused. 

She turned away then, reaching for her phone and ending whatever video had been playing. The room plunged into near-darkness again, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.

But before I could even begin to process what had just happened…

A young man crashes at his buddy’s house after a night of drinking and gaming, only to wake up and discover his friend’s sister pleasuring herself in the same room. What starts as a secret, forbidden act of voyeurism escalates into a mutual, silent exchange of pleasure, leading to a tense, unspoken agreement to keep their encounter a secret.

I woke up to my friend’s sister fingering herself in the next bed

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