"I'm home alone. Nobody will find out, it's fine." Elliot tried to reassure himself as he rooted around under his bed. He pulled out a rather boring looking shoebox, opening it up and moving a it's contents aside to reveal a little tab at one side of the bottom of the box. He pulled it, the false bottom of the box lifting up with ease to reveal a few pictures he had taken of his sister when she was in the shower. He pocketed the pictures and then closed the box, pushing it back under the bed.
He got back to his feet, straightening out his clothes before wandering over to his desk. Once he got to his desk, he quickly grabbed a tissue, pausing for a moment or two before grabbing another tissue, just in case. Then he left his room, wandering down the hall to the room that was his sister's, Sari's. He opened the door slowly, peering inside his sister's room to see that it was in fact still empty, after all there was nobody else home. What was he doing? Well, he was going to masturbate.
He wandered over to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it. Quickly, his eyes scanned the room around him, and before long he spotted something left on the bed rather carelessly. It was a bra and a pair of panties, and just seeing them there was enough to get him a little hard. He turned around where he sat, so his back was facing the door. He laid out the pictures on the bed with the bra and panties, his hands them fumbling around at the front of his short until he pulled them down just enough to let his erection out. He gripped the shaft and started to pump his hand up and down it slowly, his eyes flitting back and forth between the pictures and the underwear. This felt so wrong, and he knew it, but he just couldn't help himself. And he couldn't deny that it was giving him quite the rush. Besides, there was no harm in him doing this. After all, nobody would find out...right?
He got back to his feet, straightening out his clothes before wandering over to his desk. Once he got to his desk, he quickly grabbed a tissue, pausing for a moment or two before grabbing another tissue, just in case. Then he left his room, wandering down the hall to the room that was his sister's, Sari's. He opened the door slowly, peering inside his sister's room to see that it was in fact still empty, after all there was nobody else home. What was he doing? Well, he was going to masturbate.
He wandered over to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it. Quickly, his eyes scanned the room around him, and before long he spotted something left on the bed rather carelessly. It was a bra and a pair of panties, and just seeing them there was enough to get him a little hard. He turned around where he sat, so his back was facing the door. He laid out the pictures on the bed with the bra and panties, his hands them fumbling around at the front of his short until he pulled them down just enough to let his erection out. He gripped the shaft and started to pump his hand up and down it slowly, his eyes flitting back and forth between the pictures and the underwear. This felt so wrong, and he knew it, but he just couldn't help himself. And he couldn't deny that it was giving him quite the rush. Besides, there was no harm in him doing this. After all, nobody would find out...right?



