No, she's too busy touching herself

I looked over at Alice, and my jaw dropped. My little sister had her left hand under her pajama bottoms, and was furiously moving her fingers. Her right hand had sneaked under her top and was squeezing and pinching her left breast. It was impossibly erotic to watch her. From the looks of thing, she seems to be a pro at masturbating. She knew right where to go. Even if she had never seen porn before, she definitely knew where to touch a girl.

She didn't seem to notice me at all. For a few seconds, I just watched her. Taking her all in. Her hand under her pretty pink panties. Her ragged breath and she got deeper and deeper into pleasure. Just how naughty she was.

Seeing just how lost she was in pleasure drove me to continue. I needed to feel even more, just like she was. With a shimmy, I pulled my panties down to my mid thighs, plenty of room to move an entire hand down. With this newfound room, I reached down and pushed a finger inside. My pussy exploded with pleasure, jolts of electricity running all throughout my body.

But I knew this was just the start. With my left hand, I reached down and started to stimulate my clit, now full and swollen, and oh so sensitive. I felt amazing. The two girl on the porno didn't even matter any more. I was staring right at my sister. Watching Alice touch herself in a naughty way. Watching her take control of her pleasure.

It was so sexy. It was so hot. Finally, I couldn't help myself anymore. I moaned, it felt good to let the sound escape my lips. It felt good to have an outlet for my pleasure.

"Ahhh~" I moaned again, even louder. This time, there was no way that Alice didn't hear me. And sure enough, she looked over and saw me staring at her, watching her touch herself. Her face was flushed, and her eyes got wide. But she didn't stop touching herself, and neither did she take her eyes off of me. I may have imagined it, but it seemed like she started fingering herself harder.

Our eyes locked in contact, and I could see it plain as day. Deep in her eyes was one emotion: desire.

"Alice," I tell her.