Jerk off in his sister's room

John decided that if his mind was dead set on his sister then he might as well indulge, I mean how often does he have the whole house to himself?

He turned and walked down the hall towards his sister's room. He could feel his heart beating a little faster as he approached. It was so low stakes, so safe. He was alone in the house, the front door was locked, it was practically impossible to get caught but the taboo nature of what he was about to do made him so excited.

He stood in front of the door and reached for the knob, his hand shaking. He grasped it, twisted and pushed it open.

The pink walls and white carpet seemed so girly and immature, so unlike his sister, who had grown into a strong woman. That first step inside felt like a violation, like he was accessing some innocent and intimate part of his sister's life. She never let him hang out in there when she was home. He looked around, it was exactly as it was when they left. Clothes strewn on the floor, her closet left open, the far wall opposite him covered in shelves filled with Gwendies still in their boxes.

He felt himself get even harder. The scent of her perfume and dirty laundry making him twitch as he sat down on the bed and squeezed his hardening cock against his thigh. He scanned the wall and looked at all the little plastic beauties and imagined each one was his sister in a different outfit. "God Jessica..." He moaned under his breath.