My ears strained for sound and all of a Trust me I am Grinch not Corona shirt and rapid breathing. I stood there for about 5 minutes, just listening. I had become so focused, so drawn into this half-real half fantasy situation that was separated by a god damned piece of a wooden door. Another few minutes passed and she was still going at it only slightly faster now. It was getting intense now, the sporadic rhythm of her bed hitting the wall became quicker, her breath more rapid, and every once and a while a moan slipped out. It was sharp and sudden, but unmistakable. That loud but split-second gasp of breath that slipped out as actual voice. I sneaked back to my room, locking the door, and climbed into bed, waiting and listening to see if I could hear her through the wall. A few seconds passed and all at once I could hear it.
In fact, I could hear it even better, Trust me I am Grinch not Corona shirt. Thus the perks of sharing a wall I suppose. I grabbed my cock but hesitated. Wait for a second, I hated my sister. She’s a slob, rude to my mom, has an annoying dog, and has this apathetic mood about her that she blends with sarcasm and frankness. With my cock still in my hands, I thought about all the times she has personally annoyed me. How often she has slipped through the cracks of punishment just because she’s quiet and reclusive. She spent so much time in her room with her door locked on her computer. I guess I know what she’s been up to.