As I sauntered into my room, I caught sight of my sister's tantalizing miniskirt swaying as she ascended the stairs. I knew what was coming next - a steamy show that would set my desires ablaze. I quickly shed my clothes, ready to indulge in a solo pleasure session. Unbeknownst to me, my sister had left her bedroom door ajar, offering her an unobstructed view of my self-pleasure. The thought of her witnessing my private moment sent a thrilling chill down my spine.As I continued to stroke my throbbing member, I couldn't shake off the erotic fantasy of my sister joining me. My strokes grew more fervent, the room filled with the symphony of my heavy breathing and the friction of my hand. I imagined her, a mere wall away, watching me in silence, her own excitement mirroring mine. The intensity built, culminating in a powerful climax that left me breathless.Later, I discovered it wasn't my sister after all. But the thrill of the near-incestuous encounter only heightened the ecstasy of my solo release.