by Selena Kitt
Everything was different since he posted the videos for all of his friends to see. I started to wonder why he would do something like that; to spy on my computer, and to explicitly choose to watch something where I was completely exposed and sexual. Did that mean he wanted me? That he was attracted to me? All the past week I’d been repressing fantasies of getting senselessly fucked by my gorgeous step-brother, but at this moment I would actually and sincerely do anything he wanted.
“Hello? Are you there?” He asked, looking puzzled at my cock-gawking. I felt like my cheeks were going to melt off!
“Did you just break into my fucking room?” I asked, trying to sound angry but my voice failed me and I ended up sounding more intrigued than anything.
“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you were hanging yourself in here or something,” he laughed.
“If I were hanging anybody in here it’d be your sorry ass!” I retorted, the anger further leaving my voice, replaced with amusement. “Do you have any idea how shitty what you did was?” I continued. “That video was extremely private and now everybody thinks that I’m a slut!”
“Well, did you watch the video? Looks like a slut, strips like a slut...” Dick chuckled out.
I glanced over to the monitor, with the search page still open. Dick still stood in the door frame, staring me down. He didn’t come in here to apologize, obviously, so why did he even come in? I was still naked underneath the blanket that wrapped around me, yet knowing that Dick had seen the video of me meant that I didn’t care as much anymore. Normally I would have freaked out if he came in when I was barely dressed. Now I was hoping that he would walk over and tear the damn thing off and take me right there on the bed we used to play board games on when we were kids.
But first, I knew that I needed to get my revenge on him for what he did to me. So daydreaming about his dick inside me had to end, and I had to get to business.
“Well I didn’t hang myself so can you please leave now?” I responded with extra ice.
Then I saw a spark in Dick’s eyes.
“Are you naked under that blanket? You’re not making another video for some guy, are you?!” He hesitated at the words, and I could see him trying to sneak a peek underneath the blankets and see some of my young, supple flesh. His moment of weakness and lust sent a shiver between my legs. Focus!
“Out! Get out!” I snapped.
I didn’t even look at him as he laughed and gently closed the door, and instead diverted my focus to the results of my search. The results were all really, really lame though. Some were just gross, like putting saran wrap on top of the toilet so that he’d poop on himself. Who does something like that? There was other dumb stuff too, like putting hair removal cream in his shampoo so he goes bald. When I got to the page that showed me how to install a car bomb into his car, that’s when I knew the Internet wasn’t going to help me much in my quest for revenge, unless I wanted to end up in an insane asylum. I had to think for myself. Surely there was something embarrassing about Dick that nobody knew about! I sat there in my room, thinking hard, as the rain pounded against the windows.
Then it hit me. The shower! Dick sings the lamest and most embarrassing songs in the shower, in this really girly falsetto! He’s always yelping out the words to some new teen idol’s pithy love song. Since my step-brother had demonstrated so well that the locks in this house are absolutely useless, all I needed to do was bust into the bathroom while he was in the shower singing his heart away, and I’d take my phone out and record it all. I closed the useless laptop in front of me as the room eclipsed into darkness. As it was closing though, I could have sworn that I saw Dick’s silhouette in the corner of the room. I quickly gasped and pulled the blanket over my breasts which had become bare while I was pondering about my revenge. Was he hiding there in the dark? Did he pretend to leave and just close the door with him the room while I wasn’t looking? My heart started to race again, and I started to shake a little while staring at the silhouette. Here we were, alone in my bedroom with the door closed.
“I know you’re there... I’m going to tell Dad that you’re in here you creep,” I tried to say the words with authority and volume but it came out as a whisper, almost a whimper. I was so nervous. I had no idea what he wanted, after everything that had happened. I knew he had been looking at the video of me, I saw him try to catch a glimpse of my boob just now, and that wasn’t even the first time. The more I thought about it the more I realized my step-brother had been sneaking glances at me for, well, almost months. Ever since I turned 18, basically.
There was the time that he came to pick me up after volleyball practice. I was still in my uniform and so were all the girls, and we had all broken a pretty big sweat since it was a hot summer day and the air conditioning had broken. He came into the gym looking for me, and he was commenting on how hot all of the girls looked in their uniforms, all sweaty and exhausted, and how I was too young to even know the kinds of things he wanted to do to them. But what I hadn’t consciously noticed was the fact that he was actually staring at my body and my uniform the entire time he delivered his little speech. I wasn’t sure if I was changing the memory to suit what I secretly wanted, but it all seemed so clear now. The way his electric blue eyes traced down from my eyes, to my lips, all down my body, lingering on my chest and my ass. He wasn’t talking about the other girls, and what he wanted to do them. He was talking about me, about how he wanted to do those dirty unspeakable things to me.
It had made me wonder how long he was breaking into my computer and looking at all my stuff. I figured it hadn’t been that long, probably just once for a few minutes, because he hadn’t seen the really bad stuff that I’d done. But maybe he was nice enough not to show that to everyone because if he did, then I would be six feet under. It was bad enough that my parents were hardly talking to me ever since last week. He sure didn’t seem nice lately, anyways. I mean, he had just called me a slut, and was looking at me like one for ages now. It was after contemplating all of this in the dark, next to him in my room, that I realized how soaking wet my pussy was. I realized that deep down I was hoping he would tear this blanket off and ravage me on this bed until I came over and over again. I was so desperately horny I felt like I’d do anything.
So I took the blanket off my body, completely, and spread my legs in the direction of his silhouette.
“Come get it, then, pervert.” I whispered.
I had him trapped. If he told my parents, I’d tell them he sneaked into my room to look at me naked, which he did. I’d tell them all about how he was staring at me for the past few months and how he talked about having sex with my volleyball teammates in front of me, while staring at my tits. I’d also point out that he was looking at dirty videos of me after breaking into my laptop. Looking back, he had made it pretty clear that he wanted to fuck me. My parents would easily see it given the evidence, but they had no idea how badly I wanted him to fill my aching pussy. Trapped.
First, I opened up the laptop and pointed the white light onto my naked body. Then I started to touch my chest, groping my own breasts, pushing them together and playing with my nipples. I knew he could see me, but I still couldn’t see him. My hands slid down my chest, between my legs. There was a quick rush of pleasure the moment I pressed lightly against my clit, and the excitement of knowing he was standing there watching, probably stroking his big dick, was more than I’d ever experienced.
“Do you want this, big brother? I’ve seen you looking at me...” My voice shook as my thoughts turned filthier. I rubbed the wetness around my slit, very slowly increasing the pace of my fingering. I slid a finger in and let out a moan that was much louder than anything I’d been saying in the past few minutes.
“Come fuck me, fuck me hard, now,” I started to lose myself in pleasure and the filthy fantasy of getting railed by my hot step-brother.
I pictured him there on top of me, imagining his hard muscles hold me down and having him stare at my body while he thrust deep into me. I
started to sway my hips while I inserted a second finger into myself, emulating my fantasy there in front of him. I desperately wanted Dick to dick me. The pleasure of fingering myself to the thought of my step-brother was shooting in waves all over my body. He had been a guardian to me all of my life, protecting me from bullies, making sure I was safe, but all I craved more than ever was for him to treat me like the slut he watched in my video. Why hadn’t he come and fucked me yet? Was he scared? Was I wrong about him?
The orgasm came anyways. I let out a much-too-loud moan into the air and threw my ass into my mattress, losing control and pushing my fingers deep inside myself while the pleasure washed over my body and removed all thought from my brain. It was one of the hardest orgasms I’d ever had, and it came from masturbating in front of my step-brother in my dark bedroom. I felt so dirty, but there was no denying how good it felt to touch myself to the thought of him. I continued to come for quite some time, and after I was finally finished I pulled myself away from the wet spot on my sheets. I was terrified, horny, and extremely curious as to why Dick was still there in the dark. So, hesitantly, I started to point my laptop toward him.
The door knocked!
“Quick, hide in the closet!” I hissed at his direction.
“Are you okay in there?” I immediately thought it was my dad talking, but I was wrong. I recognized the voice—it was the voice I had been fantasizing about just now! I had just come to imagining him call me filthy names while he roughly took me on my bed in the home we grew up in. It was Dick’s voice. A wave of terror rushed over me as I realized he was not in the room. I finally pointed the laptop at the silhouette.
It was my coat. I couldn’t believe it. My dripping wet pussy stood there, waiting for my coat to come and fuck my brains out! I’d never felt more ridiculous in my entire life. I had truly and honestly thought that the coat was Dick, that he was there, jerking himself off to my naked body while I fingered myself to his. Every second was an eternity of waiting for him to finally come out of the dark and fuck me senseless.
“I’m fine!” I replied, the embarrassment showing through in my words.
“Are you alone in there?” Dick sounded curious, but also angry. Was he jealous of my coat? I laughed out loud.
“I thought y— I mean I thought there was someone in here, but it was my coat.”
There was a long pause. Was he going to break his way into my room again? My legs were still spread wide open, and he’d see what I had been up to. I secretly wanted it.
“Right.” I heard the amusement in his voice, and I didn’t blame him. It sounded ridiculous and it was.
“Well, goodnight!” I cheerfully said.
“Goodnight.”
Revenge will come tomorrow, Dick, I thought to myself.
Morning came early, which Dick didn’t, at least in the dirty dream of him that I had. After embarrassingly fingering myself in front of a piece of clothing while thinking (hoping?) that it was my step-brother, my brain couldn’t help but dream of him fucking me. The details were hazy, like they always are in dreams, but I remember that it took place at the gym after volleyball practice. I left the locker room after changing into my uniform and Dick was there showing all of the girls on the team a video of me giving a blowjob. They were all shocked, and when they saw me come out they looked up from his smartphone and they all started giggling at me. Dick told me that he was showing them what a dirty little slut I was, and ordered me to strip on the spot. There were some gaps of memory in between, but I remember hanging onto the poles holding the net up while Dick took me in front of all of my team mates. So I woke up as soaking wet as I had gone to bed after fingering myself to him.
It was hard to focus since the thought of me and him took over. But even though I wanted so badly to be taken by my step-brother, I knew I had to get my revenge on him first. A part of me was still angry and betrayed that he went into my private stuff and shared it with the world, especially something so revealing. I knew that if I showed all of his guy friends a video of him singing like a teenage girl in the shower that he would at least be half as humiliated as I was after what he had done. Just the thought of it made me laugh, and after watching him break into my room with a bobby pin (we always had cheap locks in our house), I knew exactly how to gain access to the washroom and exact my vengeance. I took a bobby pin out of the cup I kept them in and walked downstairs to the ground floor of our house, toward the washroom that Dick always took his morning shower in.
Just as I expected, the shower was running in the downstairs washroom and I was 100% sure that my step-brother was in there washing his big fit body, rubbing himself all over. God how I wished I could have been the one to bathe him in there, although the feeling was a little bit diminished as I listened to him attempt to sing the latest radio hit by what’s-her-face. I jiggled the bobby pin into the shower, with my smartphone in my other hand. It took me a while to figure out exactly where to put it, but it wasn’t too long until I had undone the lock. I slowly turned the doorknob and inched my way into the washroom. The roar of the high-powered shower drowned out the noise that I had made breaking in, fortunately. I pulled out my smartphone, opened the recording app, and hit REC. Revenge will be sweet, I thought.
As it went on, and boy oh boy did it go on, I started to giggle myself as I recorded him sing. He had no clue! I started getting paranoid that the sound of the shower would overwhelm the quality of the recording of his voice, so I started inching toward him behind in the shower curtain, which turned out to be a huge mistake. As I inched forward, I stepped onto a wet spot on the washroom tile and slipped face first into the shower. Yeah. Here I was, thinking that I was some kind of mastermind criminal recording my hot step-brother sounding like a complete loser, and I end up face planting right into his chest through the shower curtain.
He hardly made a noise, but instead wrapped his arms around me, probably not knowing who I was or what the fuck I was up to, and wrestled me to the floor. The shower curtain covered my face and the water rushing all over me made me feel like I was drowning. I guess that’s what water boarding felt like. It sucked, and I started to freak out and so the screaming began.
“Stop! Stop! It’s me! Stop!” my muffled screams called out to Dick.
“Sis? Is that you? What the fuck?” Dick let loose of his strong grip on me and tore off the shower curtain. The shower continued to run, spraying hot water all over me. I had been such an idiot as to wear a white t-shirt with no bra on underneath, so when my step-brother pulled the curtain off of me, my hard nipples were showing right through my soaked t-shirt. Maybe I had subconsciously done all of this on purpose, I thought. Maybe I really wanted this to go wrong so that I would end up exactly where I was. But then again, I definitely didn’t want my smartphone to get as fucked as it was by now, completely soaked and short-circuited. All of that, at the time at least, seemed so insignificant when I looked into Dick’s eyes as he firmly grasped me. My pussy instantly started to soak when I caught a glimpse of his glistening naked body.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Dick angrily asked in a sexy throaty voice, clearly high on adrenaline.
His eyes pierced straight into me and I knew it was way past the time for lies.
“I was... trying to record you singing in the shower. You know, to get back at you for showing everybody that video.” There was a pleading in my voice.
“Is that right?” Dick replied smugly.
“Uh-huh,” I shyly replied.
I could see that Dick was riled up, he was high on the rush of his little step-sister sneaking in on him while he was naked in the shower.
“So you wanted to come in and get a glance at me naked in the shower, huh?” He stated with a sense of authority.
“No, that’s not it, I just wanted to rec—”
“Shut up, sis. I know why you’re in here. I heard you in the bedroom last night.” Dick was beginning to sound more and more in control of the situation, which I was not expecting coming
into the washroom. I saw him ogle my naked body through my now transparent t-shirt.
“Heard what?” I feigned ignorance.
“I heard you getting off in the bedroom right after I left. I saw you staring at my dick in between my boxers. Don’t even pretend that you didn’t.” Dick intensely declared.
I was too embarrassed to acknowledge how right he was, so I looked off toward the faucet. Dick replied by grabbing my breast through my wet t-shirt, to which I replied with an audible gasp.
“This is what you wanted when you came in here, isn’t it?” He asked. I was still too shocked and scared to answer, while my step-brother continued to feel me up in the disheveled shower, the water spraying off of our bodies all across the washroom floor. “Admit it! You came in here to look at my dick, didn’t you?”
“I did, I came in here to look at your dick.” It wasn’t even true but I felt like I was going to come just by looking him in the eyes and telling him that. It was then that I realized that, at some level, this was exactly what I wanted to happen. I had been eyeing him ever since he started eyeing me, and it was just last night when I fingered myself to an extremely hard orgasm imagining that he was on the other side of the room. Even though it was so wrong to feel this way to the big brother that I had grown up with, I knew that I needed Dick to take me right then and there, smartphone and revenge be damned. My pussy needed what it needed, and it needed Dick.