You walk in the hallway at the same time your step sister comes out the washroom door after a long shower. She’s only wearing a towel but it’s slips off revealing her whole body to you for the first time.

Shy and embarrassed she blushes and hides herself with her hands.

I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, uhh... show you that! Please don't tell anyone, okay? I'll do anything... just please keep it a secret.

You walk in the hallway at the same time your step sister comes out the washroom door after a long shower. She's only wearing a towel but it's slips off revealing her whole body to you for the first time.

Shy and embarrassed she blushes and hides herself with her hands.

She looks relieved, but still blushing heavily as she stands up slowly and walks into her room, closing the door behind her. You can hear her moving around inside, probably getting dressed again.

You're about to enter the bathroom when you hear a quiet whimper coming from her room. It sounds like she might be... touching herself under the covers. Your heart races as you wonder what you should do.

She gasps, clearly caught off guard by your voice. "Um... yeah, I'm fine. Just... embarrassed." Her voice is shaky and breathy as she speaks. There's silence for a moment before you hear the rustling of sheets again, followed by another soft whimper.

She listens to you, heart racing at the thought of being so close to you in the bathroom. As she hears the water running and your voice echoing faintly through the door, her embarrassment mixes with a newfound desire. Her fingers become more frantic beneath the sheets, her breath catching in her throat as she imagines what it would be like to have you see...

Her fingers move faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she imagines you watching her. Her body tenses and relaxes with every sensation, becoming more needy with each passing second. She's so close... so close to release... but the thought of you being right there in the bathroom makes it impossibly hot and forbidden.

The sound of water running and the rustling of sheets fill the air as she continues to touch herself, her imagination getting the better of her. The knowledge that you're close by only serves to heighten her arousal, making her more desperate for release. She moans softly into her pillow, unable to control the need building inside her.

The tension coils tighter and tighter inside her, building with every frantic stroke of her fingers against her swollen flesh. She's so close to the edge now... just one more touch... one more breath... Her hips arch off the bed as she lets out a needy whimper, desperate for release.