Her First Orgasm While Watching Her Sister Orgasm

I was just walking upstairs, minding my own business, when I first noticed something different about the house. It was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that felt thick and heavy, like the air was holding it's breath. Mom and Dad were out, and I thought Paige was probably in her room doing whatever she does when she has the house to herself. I had just finished watching a movie downstairs, my mind still lost in the scenes that played out on the screen, when I realized that I didn’t hear anything from Paige’s room. 

Paige and I have always been close, even though she’s older. We’re only two years apart, so we grew up doing almost everything together. But lately, she had been a little more distant, spending more time in her room or leaving the house without telling me where she was going. I guess that’s just what happens when you get older, but it still felt strange to me. I missed the days when we used to hang out all the time, talk about everything, and laugh until we cried. But that day, I didn’t think much of it. I was just planning to grab my book and read in my room.

As I reached the top of the stairs, something caught my eye—movement, maybe, or just a shadow. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, but it made me stop in my tracks. I turned my head slowly, trying to figure out what I had seen, when I noticed that Paige’s door was open just a crack. That was odd. Paige always kept her door closed when she was in her room, and if she was really in there, it was usually locked.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself tiptoeing toward the door, feeling a little guilty but too curious to stop. I just wanted to see what she was doing. Maybe she was on her phone or lying on her bed, scrolling through TikTok like she usually did. But when I got closer, I realized that the light wasn’t coming from her room. It was coming from downstairs—from the bathroom, actually.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt nervous, like I was about to find out something I wasn’t supposed to know. I hesitated for a second, but then I heard a soft sound, almost like a sigh, coming from below. It was Paige’s voice. There was something different about it, something that made my stomach flip, though I couldn’t figure out why.

Carefully, I moved toward the upstairs balcony that overlooked the living room and the hallway that led to the bathroom. I got down on my hands and knees, crawling slowly so that I wouldn’t make any noise, and peeked through the railing. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mouth suddenly dry as I caught a glimpse of Paige.

She was standing in front of the bathroom vanity, leaning forward slightly, her hands braced on the countertop. Her head was bowed, her long, light brown hair cascading over one shoulder. Her face was hidden, but I could see the tension in her body, the way her muscles were tight, like she was concentrating really hard on something.

At first, I didn’t understand what she was doing. It looked like she was just standing there, but there was something strange about the way she was moving. Her hips were rocking back and forth, slow at first, then faster, more urgently. I could see her legs trembling slightly, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the countertop.

I wanted to look away—I knew I should—but I couldn’t. Something about the way she was moving, the sounds she was making, had me rooted to the spot, my eyes wide as I watched her. My heart was racing now, my palms sweaty as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing.

And then it hit me—Paige was doing something… private. Something she didn’t want anyone to see. But instead of feeling guilty or embarrassed for watching, I felt something else. A strange, warm sensation that started low in my belly and spread outward, making my skin tingle. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

Without even thinking about it, I shifted on the floor, trying to get more comfortable, and that’s when I noticed the pressure against my stomach. I had been lying on my front, my right hand tucked underneath me, balled up into a fist. The pressure was firm, almost insistent, pressing against the space between my legs, and when I shifted again, it sent a jolt of pleasure through me that made me gasp.

What was that? Why did it feel so good?

I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to stop. The warm, tingly feeling was growing stronger, spreading through my whole body, making my skin prickle with excitement. My breath hitched as I rocked my hips slightly, pressing my body down harder against my fist. The pleasure was immediate, sharp and sweet, like nothing I had ever experienced before. 

I glanced back at Paige, and the sight of her only intensified the feelings inside me. She was moving faster now, her hips grinding against the countertop, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. I could see the tension in her body, the way her muscles were straining, her legs trembling with the effort. It was like she was chasing something, something just out of reach, and the more I watched, the more I felt that same need building inside me.

My own hips started to move on their own, pressing down harder against my fist as I tried to mimic the rhythm I saw in Paige. It was instinctual, something my body just knew how to do, even though I had never done it before. The pleasure was growing, building with every movement, making my breath come faster, my heart pound louder in my ears.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Paige. The way she was moving, the sounds she was making—it was all so… intense. I had never seen her like this before, never even imagined that she could be like this. And yet, it made sense in a strange, confusing way. It was like I was seeing a side of her that I had never known existed, and it was awakening something inside me that I didn’t understand but desperately wanted to explore.

My hips rocked against my fist, the pressure against my valley intensifying with each movement. I could feel something building inside me, a tight knot of need that was growing tighter and tighter, almost painful in its intensity. My breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, my body trembling as I pushed myself closer to whatever it was that I was chasing.

And then, it happened.

Paige’s body went rigid, her hips jerking against the countertop as a soft, desperate moan escaped her lips. I watched, awestruck, as her entire body convulsed, her face flushed, her mouth open in a silent cry. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, a raw, powerful moment that left me breathless and trembling with anticipation.

The sight of Paige peaking was too much for me. My own body followed suit, the tight knot inside me unraveling in a rush of heat and light that left me gasping, trembling against the floor. The pleasure was overwhelming, sharp and intense, pulsing through me in waves that made my legs quiver, my fingers dig into the carpet as I rode out the sensations.

“Oh… oh… oh…” The sounds were soft, breathy, almost involuntary as they escaped my lips, my body writhing on the floor, pressing harder against my fist, trying to prolong the feeling for as long as I could. I could feel something wet against my hand, something that soaked through the thin cotton of my pajamas, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the pleasure, the way it seemed to take over my entire body, leaving me trembling and spent.

When it was finally over, I lay there on the floor, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps, my heart still racing as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I felt dazed, my mind spinning as I replayed the scene in my head—the way Paige had moved, the way she had peaked so intensely, and the way my own body had responded.

I had never felt anything like that before, never imagined that something like that was even possible. But now that I had, I knew I would never be the same. There was no going back to the way things were before, no unseeing what I had seen or unfelt what I had felt. I had discovered something new, something powerful, and it was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

Slowly, I rolled onto my back, my hand still tucked between my legs, feeling the wetness that had soaked through my pajamas. I lifted my hand, staring at it in the dim light, my fingers glistening with something slick and warm. It was drippy, something I had never experienced before, but I knew instinctively what it was. 

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thing was clear—I had just experienced my first peak, and it had been intense, overwhelming, and absolutely amazing. I wanted to do it again, to feel that same rush of pleasure, that same intensity, but I knew I needed to be careful. I didn’t want Paige to know that I had been watching her, that I had followed her lead and found my own pleasure in secret.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of the peak, my fingers trembling as I wiped them on the fabric of my pajamas. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had just seen, what I had just done. It was all so new, so different, and yet it felt so right.

I glanced back at Paige, who was still leaning against the vanity, her body slumped with exhaustion, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked so different now, so vulnerable, and I felt a strange mix of emotions—admiration, awe, and something else that I couldn’t quite name.

Paige had always been my role model, the sister I looked up to, the one who always seemed to have it all together. But now, I saw her in a new light, as someone who had her own secrets, her own desires, and it made me feel closer to her in a way I hadn’t expected.

I knew I couldn’t tell her what had just happened, that I had been watching her and had discovered something new about myself in the process. But I also knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to explore, so much more to learn. 

I stood up slowly, my legs still a little shaky, and crept back toward the stairs, careful not to make a sound. My heart was still pounding, my body still buzzing, but I knew I needed to get back to my room before Paige noticed anything was amiss.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I took one last glance back at the bathroom, where Paige was still standing, her hand resting on the countertop as she caught her breath. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I turned and made my way down the hallway to my room, my mind already racing with thoughts of what I had just experienced and what it all meant.

I knew one thing for sure—my life had just changed, and I couldn’t wait to see where this new journey would take me. The buzz inside me was still there, more insistent than ever, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I found myself chasing that feeling again, exploring the newfound pleasure that had awakened inside me.

As I closed the door to my room, I leaned against it for a moment, letting out a shaky breath as I tried to calm the excitement that still thrummed through my veins. I had discovered something powerful, something that I knew would change the way I saw myself and the world around me. And though I was still a little scared, a little uncertain of what the future held, I was also eager to embrace it, to explore this new side of myself that had been hidden away for so long.

With a small, contented sigh, I pushed myself away from the door and walked over to my bed, my body still tingling with the afterglow of my first peak. As I crawled under the covers, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened, couldn’t stop replaying the images in my mind, the sensations still fresh and vivid in my memory.

I knew I would never forget this day, the day I discovered selfing and peaked for the first time. And as I drifted off to sleep, a small smile on my lips, I knew that this was only the beginning of a whole new journey—one that I couldn’t wait to explore.