That night I and my sister went to their house to have dinner. She was feeding her child. She was wearing her salwar with no dupatta. I could see her ...cleavage. I took a deep breath, had the dinner and went back home. My sister slept and then I went to the bathroom and masturbated a load. My dick was throbbing. The next day being Monday, I dropped my sister back in school. My college was in the evening starting at 2 pm. I went home and started preparing for my practical’s going to start in 2. "Fuck thatsh hot."Karen recognized a familiar voice. It was clearly drunken but... Jason's! And instead of yelling at her... 'that's hot'? She was unable to react or process in her drunken, horny stupor.Her slow wits were hardly allowed to catch up, as she felt her pants get pulled down around her ankles, revealing her triangle of auburn pubic hair, skinny pale thighs and calves, and her own hand working her wet pussy.Confused, Karen stopped immediately. Just what was going on? Why was... was. The computer was on and I flicked on the monitor.“wish he would turn that stupid thing off when he is not here, waste of hydro if you ask me” “maybe he can’t darling because of the camera”“what do you mean”I showed her a little icon on the screen that looked like an aperture and said home theater. When I clicked on it it showed me links for four cameras.“he’s got four cameras to record, thats why he never turns this thing off.”“bastard” she mumbled.I clicked on the first that said master it. Her nipples were small, but hard and irresistible to leave untouched. He could feel his heart beat faster and his penis press against his pants. She undid her pants and slid them down her smooth, white legs. Her underwear were black, and outlined in lace. She brought herself erect and looked him in the eyes. She grabbed the top of her underwear and pulled them down, standing naked in front of him. She was neatly trimmed and her pussy lips a bit swollen, as if to show her anticipation. He wanted.