Stepbrother Studs Cameron

by Selena Kitt

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  Virginia hates him. Cameron is older, annoying, listens to crap music, borrows her stuff without asking, and teases the ever-loving life out of her.

  She hates him when she finds out he’s taken her iPod again. She hates him even more when she finds out he’s been spying on her, and not only that, he’s been “sharing” his sexy discovery. And charging his friends admission!

  She hates him while she’s plotting her revenge.

  She hates him all the way up to the point that she can't anymore. Because now, she’s falling for him--the one guy she knows she can’t have.

  Stepbrother Studs: Cameron

  By Selena Kitt

  “Where the hell is it?” Virginia flipped through the scattered laundry, copies of Maxim, and empty Rockstar energy drink cans. Cameron’s room was a mess, as usual. Her stepbrother was such a pig.

  She’d told him he couldn’t borrow her iPod Nano but of course he had anyway. Now she needed it for her morning workout on the spinning bike. Needed, not wanted. If she rode without her iPod, earbuds firmly in place, she might have to listen to Cameron’s crude jokes or the stupid emo music he blared out of his room. Blah. She’d rather skip the bike and get fat than have to listen to that crap.

  Actually, she was a little surprised he even wanted to borrow it. He had heard the Black Keys booming out of the speakers of her friend, Lily’s, Fiesta when she dropped Virginia off after a late night study session, and that had been it. He’d been obsessed since hearing “I’ll Be Your Man” while he was taking the trash out to the curb and had bugged her to borrow her iPod for days. She, of course, refused.

  Now she couldn’t even find it. The little jerk.

  Virginia had never understood her stepbrother’s music. He liked emo rock, and all of it was bad. She was into alternative—bands like the Arctic Monkeys, the Black Keys and White Stripes. She had chalked it up to him being a few years older and growing up listening to the radio in Philadelphia, where he’d moved from when their parents had hooked up via Skype and decided to actually get married.

  It was the only thing that explained his weird music tastes. That, and his idiot friends. Her stepbrother could be a jerk, but they were even worse. She always caught them ogling her tits and making comments about her having a “keg ass”—they whispered to each other how they wanted to “tap it.”

  Unoriginal, just like her stepbrother’s music tastes.

  She’d considered caving and letting him borrow her iPod, mostly so he would shut the hell up. But also because she’d actually hoped it would lead to her being able to introduce him to other bands like Hot Chip or Interpol—bands that might ultimately replace the endless, whining singers he’d crank up every time their parents were gone. In the end, though, he’d been a jerk about it and so she told him no, that he better not touch it if he knew what was good for him.

  That didn’t happen. Obviously.

  She found his laptop on his bedroom desk—underneath a couple horror movie DVDs, a nearly empty bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, five guitar picks, and a T-shirt that read “The Man” with an upward arrow pointing at the neck and “The Legend” with a downward arrow underneath it.

  She read the shirt, rolling her eyes as she tossed it onto his messy, unmade bed. She threw the Doritos in his trashcan, which was already half-full of wadded up Kleenex. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know why there were so many in there, but she could imagine what kind of stuff he watched on his laptop. There was also a bottle of their mother’s hand cream on the floor near the trashcan.

  “Ewwww.” She noticed the bottle was nearly empty.

  She wasn’t really surprised by the idea of her stepbrother masturbating—he was a healthy twenty-year-old guy, after all—but the idea of it happening on the other side of the wall separating their rooms gave her pause. Did he ever hear her doing the same thing with the vibrator she kept in her gym bag? She’d purchased the quietest model she could find.

  But was it quiet enough?

  Maybe she should turn it on, leave it on her bed, and go stand in his room to find out if it could be heard through the wall? The thought that he might have heard her made her feel a little strange.

  That’s when she saw it—her iPod was plugged into Cameron’s laptop.

  She opened the laptop to disconnect the iPod from the computer. The desktop wallpaper was a photo of a young woman who looked, strangely, not unlike her. She was some Maxim model clad in nothing but a man’s damp white dress shirt—making it very see-through—standing on a beach while the sun set behind her. She had long, honey-colored hair, heavy tits, and a pretty nice-sized behind peeking out from the bottom of the shirt.

  Perfect fapping material. Yuk.

  She couldn’t get over how much the girl looked like her. The more she stared, the more similarities she found. Especially the shape of her body—heavy breasts with a full, rounded behind. Virginia remembered how often Cameron sat at the kitchen island munching his Captain Crunch while she rode the bike. Every morning, in fact.

  She wondered if there were other—more hardcore—images of this woman on his hard drive. This woman who looked so much like her. Virginia wasn’t averse to porn. She loved the stuff and got off to it on her own laptop all the time. She especially liked watching cam girls masturbate, especially the ones who got off on dildos and vibrators, and kinky amateur couples getting it on for anyone who wanted to watch.

  She had favorites she’d never miss. “YrFavMistrs” often tied up and teased her husband until he was ready to burst, which he often did on his wife’s face and tits when he was a good boy. “MetalLvr” was a smoking hot goth girl who loved fucking herself with metal dildos and butt plugs. She used her earbuds, of course—but how loud was her vibrator? Could Cameron hear her from his room?

  She glanced around the room, frowning, as she disconnected her iPod. That’s when she noticed the folder near the bottom right of the laptop screen entitled “Virginia Between The Sheets, Live!” Hm. Coincidence? Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she wondered, hoped, that it was some live album from some whiny emo band he’d discovered. She knew how weak of a hope it was as she moved the laptop’s cursor to it. Nervous, sh
e clicked open the folder.

  “I’m going to kill him,” she whispered.

  There were twenty video files. “Kiss It Baby!” was the first. She clicked it open as she sat at her stepbrother’s desk, aghast at the sight of herself masturbating on the cool, blue, pastel sheets on her bed. She noticed the trees outside her window in the video had new buds on them. He’d apparently started taping her in the spring? She was sitting up against the wall behind her bed, pillows propped behind her, laptop open at the foot of the bed for optimum viewing.

  “You spying little bastard,” she whispered.

  On the screen, she was playing with her purple dildo, clearly moaning, but the video was silent. At least, she thought it was, until she checked the volume on Cameron’s laptop and realized he had it muted. She clicked the little speaker icon and the sound of her moans and the wet squelch of the toy between her legs filled the room.

  She actually blushed. And God help her, but her traitorous pussy started getting wet, thinking about Cameron in here, watching her touching herself, while he jerked off. Was that what all the Kleenex in the wastebasket were from? She’d never heard him doing it, although she’d seen him naked and hard once. She’d walked into the bathroom one morning, and he was poised, leaning over the toilet, one hand on the wall behind the tank, the other holding a very thick length of early morning wood.

  Of course she’d walked right back out again, and neither of them ever talked about it. But she remembered the sight of him holding his hard cock. She pictured him now, sitting in this very chair, stroking it while he watched her touch herself. She knew she should be mad, and she was. She was righteously pissed. But she was also incredibly turned-on.

  Damn, what in the hell was wrong with her? This was her stepbrother she was thinking about!

  It was wrong. And the fact that he’d set up some sort of camera in her room? That was beyond wrong. How had he done this? When had he done it? A hidden audio and video set-up in her room was no small feat. The sound of her orgasm brought her back to the video, and she realized why Cameron had entitled it “Kiss It Baby!” She came hard all over her dildo, soaking it with juice. Then she pulled it out and kissed it before licking it clean before dropping it next to her on the bed.

  She got her external hard drive from her room and copied every file and folder she could find with her name on it from Cameron’s computer to her hard drive. Then she reattached her iPod to his computer and stacked the shirt, Doritos, guitar picks, and DVDs back onto the laptop.

  Back in her own room, she began the search. She knew the camera and microphone had to be facing the bed. Anger simmered inside her as she pulled books off shelves, her framed high school diploma and photos off the wall, and found nothing.

  The wall opposite her bed and the bookshelf were bare now, and nothing seemed out of place. She wondered if Cameron had spackled the hole and stopped the taping, fearing he might be caught? She begun hanging the diploma and photos back on the wall and then gasped out loud. There it was. Even Sherlock Holmes might’ve missed it.

  “Really, Cameron,” she said as she looked at the hole between two framed photos. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

  He’d drilled the hole, barely bigger than the ones made by the nails she’d used to hang her photos. It looked like a hole she’d put there by accident, one she’d decided not to use when hanging the frames. Taking a pair of scissors, she chipped away at the drywall and discovered the small camera and equally tiny microphone.

  She thought about ripping it all out, taking it to the garage, and throwing the mess at him. Confronting him was the only solution. Bringing this to their parents was a bad idea for both of them. She needed to settle the score and put him in his place.

  She grabbed her iPhone and called Lily.

  “What’s up, girlfriend?” Lily answered the phone. The Black Keys were blaring in the background and she turned it down.

  “Can you get over here? Like, now? I need your big brain.”

  “Are you sure that’s all you need?” Lily laughed.

  Virginia and Lily had been lovers for years, on and off. It was just a casual thing, nothing serious. Mostly it was just to relieve stress after finals, or when one or the other of them was between boyfriends.

  “For now, yes,” Virginia said. “I need to set up some video equipment.”

  “Oh my God, are you finally going to start doing cam videos?”

  Virginia smiled. “In a way, yes.”

  * * * *

  Virginia was working on her English assignment when a new window opened on her laptop’s screen that read, “Cameron’s cam activated.” Virginia and Lily, who was a computer whiz, had spent most of the day setting up a video system in Cameron’s bedroom, connecting it wirelessly to Virginia’s computer so she could watch Cameron in his room from multiple angles and even while he sat at his computer. Cameron had activated the camera peeking into Virginia’s bedroom. Virginia couldn’t help but notice the time. Her stepbrother knew her well. This was the time she usually masturbated because “YrFavMistrs” and her husband were often on cam now.

  In fact, she was already wet. Pavlovian.

  Virginia stood up from her desk and slowly pulled off her t-shirt, revealing the red satin bra she’d purposely chosen for her stepbrother. She turned away from Cameron’s camera and opened her jeans. She slid them over her hips, giving him a good look at her ass in the matching panties. She kicked the denim across the floor and then moved her laptop to the foot of the bed, pretending to log in to her favorite live cam website, making sure it was angled so the camera hidden in the wall couldn’t see the screen.

  Then she slipped between the sheets and started moving her hands side to side and back and forth without touching herself. She wiggled a bit and licked her lips now and then, giving Cameron the idea she was getting warmed up for the night. Okay, maybe she touched herself a little bit. But she wanted to remain calm enough for what was going to come next.

  Cameron’s shit-eating grin was enough to make her want to scream at him through the wall, but she had much bigger plans. She almost stopped the fake show when she heard a footsteps on the stairs. Their parents were out to dinner and her door was locked, so she had no worries about being interrupted. So who was coming up upstairs?

  Cameron got up from his desk and walked off-camera. Virginia hit the keys Lily had instructed her to use so she could open the multiple video windows peeking into Cameron’s room.

  Cameron opened his bedroom door and let three of his idiot friends—Cory, Tucker, and Will—into his room.

  “Oh, you bastard,” Virginia whispered through clenched teeth. She turned up the volume on her laptop and put in her earbuds, the ones with the super long cord. That wouldn’t be anything unusual and now she could hear what was going on in his room.

  “Good timing, guys,” Cameron said. “She’s just gettin’ into it.”

  “You can put it on the TV?” Will asked.

  Virginia gaped at the screen and hoped she looked like she was watching her usual sex cam show and not staring at the stupid boys across the hall. Cameron had apparently jacked his laptop into the flat-screen TV in his room so he and his pals could watch her fuck herself on the big screen. How many times had he invited them over?

  “Fuck yeah,” Cameron said. “First, though, no show without the dough.”

  Cameron held out his hand, and the three other guys pulled out their wallets. Virginia nearly jumped off the bed so she could run to the garage to grab a shovel to beat them to death, but she forced herself to stick to the plan.

  Cameron pocketed at least five bills before his friends sat around Cameron’s TV where she appeared on it. Seeing herself reminded her to get back to work. She kept moving her hands and legs under the sheet, trying to make it look as natural as possible. She kept this up for a few minutes as Cameron’s friends grew restless.

  “Dude, are we going to see anything?” Tucker asked. “This is fucking boring.”

  “Yeah
, she even put a finger in her ass last time I was here,” Cory said.

  That was last week, Virginia thought with dawning horror. Oh, don’t worry, Cory, I’ll give you something to fap to, you little pervert.

  She rolled onto her side and pulled a knobby vibrator from her bedside table drawer. She heard the guys in the next room grunt in appreciation. She noticed Will was already rubbing at his crotch. Cameron was relaxed in his desk chair, stroking his inner thigh. Tucker propped up some pillows and got comfortable. Cory couldn’t stop grinning. Virginia turned on the vibrator and took it under the sheets.

  She rubbed it on the mattress between her legs. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing Cameron and his friends weren’t getting what they expected. She wondered if her stepbrother’s friends would demand their money back.

  “Dude, we can’t see a fucking thing!” Tucker yelled.

  Cameron was getting nervous. “Just… just give her time.”

  “Fuck, she’s beautiful,” Will murmured. “Thanks for letting me in on this.”

  She was getting warm between the sheets and decided to pull the sheet down to her belly to cool off a bit. That made Cameron and his pals stir. She grabbed one of her tits and saw Tucker’s hand move to his crotch. Will opened his jeans and was the first to start jacking his cock. Virginia, just for kicks, rubbed the vibrator between her breasts. She saw her stepbrother smile as he tossed the box of Kleenex to Cory. The four guys each took handfuls of the tissues and soon all their cocks were out.

  Virginia was too amazed to be angry. She’d seen plenty of cocks, but never four in one room. And it was her stepbrother’s that fascinated her. The rest of them all appeared average size, but Cameron’s was bigger. Thicker. Damn, he could manhandle that thing. It made her mouth water.

  Maybe it was because she felt the strange about looking at it that she couldn’t take her eyes off him stroking it while she squeezed the vibrator between her tits. They thought she was watching porn, but she was really watching them. And getting totally turned on, knowing they were looking at her. Something’s wrong with me, she thought, licking her lips as she glanced between each of the guys having fun with themselves.