Returning Home To Annie

Mom and I had enough of the mall. It was nice to visit it, walk around, and see what kinds of shops it had, but we spent all day inside. It didn’t really feel like we were there for more than four hours, but it was actually six. So as we leave the mall, it’s already getting dark, and we have to return home soon. We are not sure if this city is dangerous at night, and we are not risking ourselves to find out.

After we leave the mall, we walk to a nearby bus stop, where we wait for a couple of minutes, and head back to our house. The city is very pretty at night, but I kept myself more distracted with mom, who couldn’t stop talking about the mall, and all the things she wanted to buy in the future. I’m glad we actually had some topics to talk about, because the ride ended up becoming a long one.

I think at night there is more traffic, so it takes us another half an hour to get home. But when we finally arrive back in our quiet neighborhood, it wasn’t even that quiet. The park still seems as calm as usual, although there are people hanging out, but our neighbors seem to be having a party. Thankfully, they are a couple houses away from ours, so they are not making too much noise - But still, people really go wild at night here, huh?

Mom and I enter the house, and there is surprisingly not a mess in the house, and it isn’t burning. It seems like Annie did a great job dealing with the countless service companies that came around -- and I bet it wasn’t that easy to talk to them. But regardless of what my sister did today, the house is looking nice. We finally have furniture, and we not only have our old things back, but mom has bought quite a lot more decoration.

“Oh my… This is looking wonderful” - mom gasps in delight, and so do I. But while she seems to be in shock, I don’t waste time to start checking the entire house. I wander around the first floor, admiring all the new things we have -- they are not exactly new, but they look fresh in this new house. We have a couch in the living room, a big table in the small dining area, a few paintings on the wall. Everything is looking fantastic, and I can’t wait to see how my bedroom looks now.

“Sweetie, we are back!! How did things go??” - mom shouts at the stairs, trying to get my sister’s attention. I have to be honest, I’m feeling a bit proud of Annie for letting the workers decorate our house so perfectly. She probably didn’t do anything, and I doubt she would have helped, but she was still the one in charge to let strangers into our house, and improve it in every way.

But as I keep looking around the house, trying to find new furniture, and maybe more decoration, mom is still trying to call Annie to come downstairs. My sister finally runs downstairs, but she seems a bit frustrated -- which is usual to see on her, but still worries mom.

“Mom! Why did you leave me with all those technicians, plumbers, and pervert movers?? Where did you go??” - Annie asks, or basically yells, and I can’t help but laugh. She is clearly pissed at the fact that we left her to deal with all of mom’s business. It seemed to have worked out, and I can tell mom wants to give my sister a calm, encouraging response, like thanking her for taking care of the house -- but I’m not going to let her do that.

“We went to this huge mall!! It was awesome!! There were a ton of stores, millions of clothing shops, and like the biggest food court in the history of malls!! You should definitely check it out later!!” - I exclaim with fake enthusiasm, just to tease my sister for not coming with me to the mall. I’m trying to make her as mad as possible, and since I didn’t let mom give her response, now Annie only focuses on me. But instead of her getting mad, it seems like my comment excites her for some reason.

“Really?? What kind of shops??” - Annie asks, with a curious smile, a rare sight, which is a bit off putting to see. I wasn’t expecting that kind of answer, so I don’t know what to say right now, so I just try to be honest.

“Every type of shop you can imagine! Seriously… no, really…” - I reply, and I accidentally turn playful, which seems to make my sister eager to go out. I don’t know how, I wasn’t planning on doing this, but I managed to calm down Annie, and make her forget about what was supposed to be a **** from me and mom - Oh well, at least she didn’t yell so much, that’s a win for me.

Annie returns upstairs, looking more happy than usual, and both mom and I are left a bit confused. I think mom knows I was just trying to tease my sister, so we share an awkward laugh, before going to the kitchen. Mom starts cooking dinner for me, but she gets distracted with her brand new, renovated kitchen, which takes off around 20 minutes of her time. I’m glad to see her so happy for all the decorations she added, and I do think the kitchen looks pretty, but I’m also hungry.

Mom and I do share dinner eventually. But even when we are eating, my mother can’t stop talking about how good her kitchen looks, and I can only nod to everything that she says. I end up getting bored of talking to mom, so after finishing dinner, I just thank her, help her clean the dishes, and head upstairs.

I don’t think I will be talking to mom soon, and I’m honestly quite tired after everything we did. But after taking a nice, warm show, I’m ready to go to my bedroom, and get some rest. But as I walk through the new, and highly decorated big hallway we have on the second floor, I start hearing some noises. They get louder as I get closer to my room, and it instantly catches my attention -- they are coming from Annie’s bedroom, she is doing something there.

Those sounds are very distinct. I’m afraid of approaching my sister’s bedroom, but it’s like she is calling me. I know she isn’t saying my name, but those sounds are just too alluring for me. I take a few steps forward, but I’m cautious with the sound I’m making. I don’t need to worry so much, since Annie is clearly making more noise than I am, but just to be safe. But right as I feel like I’m worrying about nothing, I hear a clear moan.

I don’t know what is happening. It sounds like my sister is moaning, and it’s probably from pleasure. I’m both curious, and scared to find out, so I try to head back to my room, and forget about whatever is going on in my sister’s bedroom. But as I walk away, I notice that Annie’s door is slightly open, and it’s enough for me to see what she is doing inside. I know it is risky, but I decide to take a peek, and while what I found is predictable, it’s still hard to believe.

Is she masturbating while filming herself?? - I ask myself in shock, as I peek inside my sister’s bedroom, and watch her lying on the bed, with her legs spread open, completely naked from the waist down, with one hand on her crotch, clearly pleasuring herself. But while I can’t see how she plays with herself, I do see that she is holding a camera, and pointing it at her pussy, probably to take a photo, or maybe a video of it.

It is still hard to believe she is doing this, so I keep watching, and confirm my doubts. My sister is literally rubbing her clit with one hand, while filming herself with the other. I keep looking, since this is the hottest thing I’ve seen, and she pulls her top to reveal her breasts. I can’t actually see much, since her bed is actually quite far away from the door, but I think she starts pinching her own nipple with the hand that was once rubbing her clitoris.

Holy fuck, this is insanely hot i thought But why is she filming herself? - I think, and that’s when I notice there’s a voice coming from her phone. It doesn’t sound like porn, it‘s more like there is someone in a videocall with her. I keep looking like a total perv, and it doesn’t take long to hear that she is indeed talking to someone through the phone -- she is masturbating to someone on the phone, who is probably telling her how she must play with herself.

“I wanna see you cum baby, could you show me more of your sexy pussy?” - is what I think I hear coming from the phone. It sounds like a dude is asking my sister to show him how she masturbates, and I’m extremely jealous of him. I’m already wishing I could see what she is filming, but as I keep peeking through her door, I still get to see how she takes a step further -- all just to impress this one dude, or maybe to make herself cum.

While my sister is filming herself, she takes two of her fingers inside her wet hole, and I can even hear it from here. I can’t see it, but I can tell she has a dripping pussy, which seems to be making a mess on her sheets. I’m sure they must be soaked in her juices, but I’m wondering how long this call was going to last - I really hope she keeps going, maybe I could also start playing with myself…

I can’t help but keep watching my sister fucking her pussy with her fingers, while making all sorts of moans, and sexy sounds to a dude that’s probably jerking off to her right now. I think I also want to jerk off to her right now, but it seems like she is about to finish soon. Annie’s moans grow louder, stronger, and definitely hotter. Her body begins to spasm a little, and that’s when I notice I have a huge boner, and that she is about to cum.

I eagerly stare at my sister, as she is about to climax. I want to see if she can squirt, or just see how hot her orgasms can be, but I start feeling guilty. Oh no, this is wrong… I should probably go to my room before she finds out - I tell myself, but I’m not actually sure if I should leave or not - I mean, I don’t want to see my sister orgasm… that’s weird, right??.

I’m having an internal horny conflict. I do think my sister is hot, and I have no shame in finding her attractive, or seeing her in a sexual way. She almost always sexualizes herself, and it’s impossible not to get horny with the clothes she is wearing. But since I’m clearly invading her privacy, I do feel guilty watching her do this. So as hot as this is, I decide to just leave the scene, and not risk getting caught -- even though I would have loved seeing her cum.

Annie might be a bitch, but I still respect her a little. I don’t know, I’m just too tired, and I don’t feel like jerking off right now. So as she was at the verge of climaxing, I just stopped watching, and went to my room. I do hear a loud moan coming from her room, so I’m sure she came right after I stopped watching, but I don’t care anymore - It was probably best that I acted fast, or else Annie would have seen me… I don’t even want to think what she would have done if she knew I was watching her masturbate…

Even though I didn’t get to see the climax, it was still hot. I’m glad I got to see Annie play with herself, but the fact that she was talking to someone else does confuse me. I don’t want to stress more about it though, I just don’t want to think anymore. I’m too tired, so any questions about my sister will have to wait for tomorrow. I lie down on my bed, close my eyes, and realize that my bedroom is still fairly empty - Ah shit… I guess I will have to buy some posters or something to make this less depressing… Anyway, sleep time...