His sister

Hurriedly pulling on some clothes, Tom padded along the landing to press his ear to the bathroom door, so he could hear the muffled sighs emanating from the shower. With a wry smile, the eighteen-year-old reached out with his mind, and turned up her arousal.

On the other side of the door, Cat couldn't help a loud moan as a bolt of pleasure suddenly lanced through her body, and she felt the burning desire for satisfaction growing from a matchstick to a bonfire. She couldn't help but plunge her fingers into herself as deep as they could go, trying to squeeze more in, trying to finger-fuck herself harder, squeezing her D-cup breasts for everything they were worth. Her super-hearing picked up someone breathing outside the bathroom door - Tom, she recognised - but she quickly forgot about that, as her mind was overwhelmed by ever growing pleasure. She staggered back against the wall of the shower, arcing her back and moaning desperately, screaming, as she desperately tried to satisfy herself. She was almost there - just a bit more - yes - yes - yes, yes, YES...!

"No!" Cat wailed out loud, as her arousal instantly vanished. She kept plunging her fingers into and out of her sodden pussy, but there was nothing there - no pleasure, no stimulation, nothing. She felt tears welling in her eyes, at being denied such pleasure, at being brought so close only to lose it all. She rubbed her clit, her breasts, but she didn't even feel a tingle in response. It was like trying to get aroused at a funeral, whilst surrounded by old people. With a frustrated sigh, she gave up, and began to soap herself down.