My Sister’s Vibrator

Last year, I stayed at my sister’s house for a few weeks. My sister, who is 26, is petite with a notably curvaceous figure that always turns heads. One night, as I lay on the couch, she was in her room, and the house was quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside. Suddenly, I heard a distinct vibrating noise, reminiscent of an electric toothbrush, but it was clearly coming from her room. Intrigued and curious, I crept closer, my heart pounding with anticipation.

As I pressed my ear against her door, I heard soft, rhythmic moans that sent shivers down my spine. The sound was incredibly arousing, and I felt my cock harden almost instantly. I began to stroke myself through my pants, the friction building with each movement. The thought of her pleasuring herself just feet away from me was almost too much to bear. I imagined her slender fingers working her clit, her body writhing with desire. The moans grew louder, more intense, and I matched my strokes to her rhythm, building towards a climax. Finally, with a stifled groan, I came, my body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me.

The next morning, she woke up and left for work, her usual routine. As soon as the front door clicked shut, I ventured into her room, driven by an insatiable curiosity. Her bed was unmade, the sheets rumpled from her night of pleasure. I approached her bedside table, my hands trembling slightly. Inside, I found her vibrator, a sleek black device coated in her cream. Unable to resist, I touched a finger to the residue and brought it to my lips, tasting her.

The flavor was intoxicating, a mix of sweet and salty that sent a jolt of lust straight to my cock. I felt a surge of desire, my mind racing with images of her naked body. Quickly, I removed my pants and took the vibrator into my mouth, sucking it as if it were her pussy. I imagined her moans, her body arching beneath me, and I sucked harder, my tongue swirling around the device. I savored every drop of her cream, ensuring the vibrator was clean, my cock throbbing with need.

Overwhelmed by desire, I stroked myself furiously, my hand slick with pre-cum. I came all over the vibrator, my cum coating every inch. I rubbed it in, mixing our fluids, imagining the next time she uses it, my cum will mingle with her pleasure. The thought of her using it, of my cum entering her pussy, sent a final shudder through my body. I collapsed onto her bed, spent and satisfied, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I imagined her future pleasure.