Stay quiet and listen

You presume Emma just stormed into Sabrina’s room, causing her to hide her phone. If Sabrina hid her phone, she probably doesn’t want Emma knowing she’s talking with you, so you stay silent. You can’t see a thing under the pillow though, so you switch over to the hidden cam on Sabrina’s desk. The visual there is Sabrina seated on her bed, knees up to her chest while Emma stands by the door dressed in a loose hanging blouse and drawstring summer shorts.

“Oh my God! You’re still going at it?!” Emma yells.

“What are you doing in here?! I thought you were going to look for a job!” Sabrina shouts back.

“I was trying to, but I kept getting distracted by your non-stop moaning!” Emma complains.

“Fine, I’ll stop. Happy?” Sabrina replies snarkily.

“What’s the matter, sis? I thought you were soOOooo comfortable with your sexuality that you didn’t mind doing it in front of me,” the little sister teases back.

“I… I don’t…” Sabrina rebuffs defensively. She then casually drops her legs to prove that she’s not shy. She spreads her legs for Emma to see, then slips her fingers in between defiantly. “See? I can touch myself while you’re here,” she states. “You just caught me by surprise!”

Emma nods at the strap-on behind her sister and says, “Weren’t you using that when I came in?”

Sabrina turns to her new toy. From this angle you see that she had used her pillow, the one covering her phone, to mount the harness around. She slowly slides the pillow in front of her, kicking the phone behind her discreetly.

“Yeah…” she says, “I was just trying it out.”

“Couldn’t wait for your girlfriend to do it with you?” Emma mocks.

“Liv’s just a friend,” Sabrina admits. “I’m a free spirit, remember? I’m open to anyone…” As she speaks, the petite brunette stations herself over the strap-on pillow and sinks herself on top of it, staring intently at her sibling.

“I see…” Emma nods condescendingly.

“Yeah, I’m all about feeling good, doesn’t matter who it’s with… Girl? Guy? Toy? I’m open for anything!” Sabrina’s words carry an adversarial tone to them despite their content. She rides the pillow to a canter as she continues to chat with her sister. “You don’t have to stay, if this is making you uncomfortable.”

There’s an evil grin on Emma’s face. “Actually, I think I will…” she reveals. “All this talk about sexual liberation made me think that I need to push my own boundaries…”

You can see the shock flash over Sabrina’s visage for a second before she hides it. “W… what do you mean?”

“I mean…” Emma starts, pulling off her top, revealing no bra. “If you’re comfortable with this kind of thing, I am too!” She undraws her shorts and drops them to the floor, standing in her silky panties.

“Oh… oh yeah?” Sabrina says, still not being cowed by the challenge. “Well, I don’t mind, go wild!”

“I will…” Emma taunts back, finally stripping off her panties and standing naked in front of her sister.

“What are you going to do?” Sabrina prods, daring her to try something.

“How about this?” she shoots back, cupping her breasts and feeling around her body.

“What’s this? You getting turned on watching me ride a cock?” Sabrina chides.

“Maybe I am,” Emma chuffs, leaning against the wall and sliding her fingers into her pussy. “You look like a slut fucking that cock. I bet it can barely fill you up because you’re such a slut with a big hole!”

“Oh it’s filling me up real good!” Sabrina snipes back. “It’s hitting me in aaalll the right places…” To emphasize this, Sabrina gyrates her hips as she glares down at her sister. “Is that getting you off, you little perv? You like watching me?”

“Oh yeah,” Emma replies condescendingly. “I looove watching my big sis playing with herself like the whore she is!”

“Then you can keep watching until I cum!” Sabrina warns, leaning back and really thrusting herself on the makeshift sybian.

“Maybe I’ll get off first!” Emma challenges.

“We’ll see about that!” Sabrina accepts.

The siblings grow silent, concentrating on finishing before the other. There are soft moans and grunts as they stare one another down. Their contested posturing and intense stares soon shifts to half lidded gazes and relaxed bodies, lost in the moment.

Emma flicks her fingers in and out of her hole. Her feet are spread and firmly planted on the floor while she has her hips thrust out forward and pushes back against the wall. She is fighting the muscle contractions despite their little contest to cum first. Sabrina is equally edging herself on the strap-on, seemingly wanting to prolong this bonding moment with her sibling as they watch each other bring themselves to pleasure. It’s as if they swapped the win condition to be the LAST one to cum in front of their sister wins. The room is quiet enough to hear their soft pants and the slick smacks of their pussies. The air appears thick with sexual tension.

Finally, it’s Emma who loses herself with a jerk and spasm, followed by a wavering moan. “I… win…” she sighs, giving a shiver and still rubbing herself. She pulls her wet fingers out and holds them up to her face. “You want to taste?” she offers, walking towards Sabrina.

If she intended to freak her sister out with the pussy soaked fingers, she is in for a disappointment because Sabrina daringly replies. “Sure…”

Not backing down, Emma shoves her fingers down Sabrina’s open mouth and swirls them around.

“Mmm…” Sabrina moans, not taking her eyes off Emma. Eventually, Emma pulls her fingers out with a wet slurp and Sabrina can speak again. “Why don’t you taste mine?” she offers back.

“Gladly!” Emma agrees through gritted teeth. Before Sabrina can dip for it herself, Emma runs her fingers over the brunette’s swollen pink folds and slips her fingers inside. Sabrina gasps abruptly, wide eyed in shock, but tries to restrain her shock in front of her sister. She remains frozen in place until Emma removes her digits, to which Sabrina sighs softly and relaxes. Emma touches her wet fingers to her lips then slides her tongue along the opening of her mouth to lick it off. As they continue to watch one another, their unrelenting staredown softens. They come to a point of uneasy energy brewing between them that they dare not speak of.

“You know… maybe you should break this toy in the way it was intended…” Emma suggests using a measured tone. You can barely make out the words, they are so softly spoken.

“With… who?” Sabrina asks in barely a whisper as if she is afraid of the answer.

“You did say it doesn’t matter who…” Emma quietly teases.

“I did say that…” Sabrina acknowledges huskily.

Emma lays her sister back onto the bed, gazing into her eyes. Sabrina doesn’t fight back, returning the deep gaze.