I’m going to give some background on what’s happening. You can skip to the next part if that doesn’t interest you.
Here are the cliff notes. My name is Jay, and the family that possibly might be relevant here in the future is my sister Eve, my other sister Nola, Mom, Dad, two cousins, May and June, and my aunt Bethany. Everyone’s in their twenties or older. When COVID hit and half of us lost our jobs, we ended up moving in together renting one large house to save money.
I’m vastly oversimplifying to keep anonymity.
It’s been a big adjustment for everyone, but thankfully we’re all safe and no one has come down with the ‘rona. The layout is Eve and I’s bedrooms are in the basement along with the den and pool table room. May, June, and Nola have rooms on the main floor, and finally, the parents and Aunt Bethany have rooms on the second floor.
When we all moved in together, only Eve and I worked from home and so needed the best internet. Initially, we had the modem and router in Eve’s room with the rest of us on WiFi, however, I ended up needing an Ethernet connection as well.
I promise this matters, just hang with me.
We drilled a hole through the shared wall between our basement rooms to bring the connection to my side but ended up having a one-inch hole which is far larger than necessary. By the time I realized the issue, it was too late and I just told Eve I would get a rubber gasket-type thing to fill the void space. I got lazy, though, and just used a post-it note to cover it.
Here’s where things take a turn. Last night I was just browsing and I heard something that sounded like headphones putting out sound nearby but I couldn’t tell what it was. I moved around my room until I got to the hole and put my ear to it. At first, I thought Eve had some TikTok playing and was about to go back to my laptop when I listened a bit closer and could have sworn I just heard a moan.
Now, I need to put a few things out there. First, I have never had any serious feelings for Eve before this. Sure, I would notice when she wore something that showed off her figure, but it never progressed beyond that. Also, incest porn in my mind (at the time) consisted entirely of eye-rolling scenes with step-sisters caught in washing machines, so the category was not in my usual interests.
All this is to say I was frozen in place when my brain registered the sounds coming from her room. I got tunnel vision and had trouble breathing. A panic attack felt like it was going to overwhelm me. I was hyper-aware of every sound I was making and immediately stilled. I’m sure if you could see me at that moment I’d appear to be in shock.
I took several deep breaths, steadied myself on the wall, closed my eyes, and leaned in to listen closely. First, there was some muffled talking, then a single “slap” sound, and finally a long, low moan. I could tell this all came from the speaker she was listening through rather than Eve herself. I listened more. Additional detail started coming through, I could make out a masculine voice say something, then feminine moans, then the unmistakable audio of hard fucking.
This continued for several minutes after which I had to move away from the hole since listening required I crouch in a very uncomfortable position. As quietly as possible, I tip-toed to my bed and sat down. My head was spinning. I knew what I heard, and could guess what was happening on the other side of this wall, but I had no idea how to feel. One thing I only then realized, I was hard as a diamond. Looking down, my dick was standing tall at attention against my PJs. I suddenly felt so incredibly horny, that I thought I might just cum right then and there. My mind was bombarded with ideas of what she was doing.
I’m not proud of this part, but I opened her Instagram and desperately scrolled looking for bikini pics. I knew her better than anyone else in the world, but I suddenly had to have her image in front of me. I pulled out lube and, laying in bed, started with long, slow strokes. This lead to a faster rhythm when I noticed my fun was making noise. Specifically, the frame of my bed was creaking. I had never heard this before when jacking off, but I also usually used earbuds listening to 'gonewildaudio' or had a video playing and hadn’t known this creaking happened. I felt very self-conscious and slowed down my strokes until the creaking stopped.
The side effect was this primal need to jack off faster and faster, but having to hold back - almost edging myself. Lightning went through my body and I climaxed. I contained most of it in my shirt, only a little hitting my face. I wiped it off with a paper towel on my nightstand and just stared at my ceiling.
I heard my sister watching porn. She was almost certainly getting off mere feet from me. Fuck, I had no idea what to think. I still don’t. I passed out soon after.
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The next day, I woke up groggy and with the sun in my eyes. I needed to piss and was working up the effort to take care of that when I suddenly realized I had overslept and was late for work. Immediate panic and adrenaline shocked me totally awake. I typically set my alarm the evening before but I fell asleep before doing so. I looked at my phone, multiple missed calls, and texts from my boss. I hurriedly called him and apologized, getting on my work computer and starting everything up before running to the bathroom to get the bare minimum done. I half-jogged back to my desk and stubbed my fucking toe on the god damned desk leg. This set off a few choice words while I attempted to get my work setup functioning.
I ended up drawing the attention of Eve who walked over to see what all the noise was about. She knocked at the half-open door. I turned to see her and EVERYTHING came rushing back from last night. I must have had a weird look because she stopped mid-sentence and asked if everything was alright. I mumbled out something and said I would explain later and to please close the door.
Thankfully everything was fine with work and I got my feelings under control before too long. My boss was surprisingly understanding.
Cut to later, I was logging out of my job and couldn’t avoid thinking of where things went from there. I started to write my thoughts down in my journal and was struck with the impression I’m overthinking the situation. Siblings have experienced far worse than overhearing the other getting off, so I tried taking a mental step back and evaluating where my head was at. I like Eve. I love Eve. We’ve been through hell in this family, and she’s just generally been an awesome person. She’s funny and always smiling. No exaggeration, she’s one of those people that needs a reason to be in a bad mood.
Physically she’s an 8, easy. She’s also single. She’s had a handful of boyfriends and girlfriends the last five years, but nothing in the last six months or so, her consistent complaints to our sister Nola have made that clear. Last I heard she was looking on bumble and tinder for matches that didn’t set off warning bells to her, but that’s been slow going.
Side note here, there’s one instance in the past where Nola had me buy her a vibrator and the cousins found out. That’s a whole other event unrelated to this but worth telling at some point if only to give better context to the family dynamics.
But back to the situation. It was half an hour after work ended and I was sitting at my desk going over all the angles when there was a knock at my door. I pushed myself off the desk, rolled over the ground on my chair, and reached up to open the door. Eve was standing there with a large amazon box in her arms.