There were whispers

In the dark

I followed the note

And found myself

In front of is SIL's door

The door was slightly ajar

I saw her posing on all four

I could barely see her

For it was quite dark

But the light filtering from the window

I could see her silhouette

She was moaning softly

I realised she was masturbating

It was a sight to behold

Her hips gyrating

To the rhythm of the vibrator

Her melodious whisper, echoing

I couldn't leave her unfolding

Even though my heart was pounding

I watched

My hand caressing the bulge tightening

I played along with her tempo

Till we were through...

Suddenly she looked back

Our eyes caught

She knew

All along...

©LR