Sneaking into her room, I catch my sister, her face flushed, fingers dancing between her legs. She gasps, pulling her hand away, but I've seen enough. 'What were you doing?' I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. She looks away, embarrassed, but I can tell she wants to confess. 'I was... I was touching myself,' she admits, her voice barely audible. I feel a stirring in my pants, a mix of surprise and excitement. 'Show me,' I urge, my heart pounding.