تسجيل الدخولThe button, labeled Live, was not grayed out on this screen. She expected that, and clicked on it.On the screen, she sat in the center of her bed, her ankles crossed and knees splayed, staring at her laptop in front of her."Thank god," she whispered. If anyone happened to watch this video, they couldn't see her laptop screen and know she was watching her brother masturbate and have the most glorious ejaculation she would have ever imagined.She struggled to keep from looking directly at the camera. She knew where it was hiding.Kota raised her arms over her head and stretched. The image on the screen mimicked her so she knew it really was live, and somebody could be watching her in real time.She wasn't totally angry until she closed that screen and glanced down at the list of files below the Live button.There were maybe a few more files listed there than on Cage's page, but all had been viewed at least once. One had been viewed six times, and another nine times.She only wondered
Her dad always used that for his passwords. He didn't know Kota knew that. He didn't know she kept a box of pictures of him and her mother in her closet. He probably didn't know that she knew her mother's name was Sylvia and that her birth date was October 16, 1983.Only one of those pictures had writing on the back. Dad had written 'Sylvia and me at the pool. July 4, 2004. Who'd guess she has two babies growing in that flat little tummy." on the back.Kota didn't see the resemblance when she first found the box eight years ago, but now, she felt like she was looking in a mirror when she looked at those pictures. She had her mother's waifish figure, including her long, slender legs, narrow hips, dirty-blond hair, and tiny little tits.That was just another reason to hate her mother.Besides the folders Kota expected to see on any computer, only one subdirectory caught her attention. She opened it, and scanned the file list for an executable file, then clicked that.The pop up window a
"It was a joke when I said she has boobs. She does have boobs, but I never said anything about yours. The only thing I can think of to say about yours would be weird, so I've never said anything about your tits.""So if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all?" Kota groused at her brother."Sheesh, Kota. Weird, I only have weird things to say about your tits, so I don't say anything at all.""You're such a jerk, Cage!""Fine! I don't like big tits, I like little tits, and you have perfect, little tits! Feel better that your brother thinks your tits are perfect?"Kota, certain her face was as bright red as it felt, slowly turned to look away from her brother. The fact he wasn't blushing and she was, confused her."Um, I have homework," Kota whispered, "Tomorrow Dean's going to be here for a couple hours around two. Can you not bother us, please?""Sure, Kota. I'll let you and Dean get your biology on in peace."Kota picked up her dishes and took them to the kitch
"Dad, you know Dean's parents, right?" Kota asked mid-way through dinner that evening.Dillon knew of Dean's parents. They had been introduced once, and they acknowledged each other at various school functions. He owned a car dealership in town, and she had some little shop downtown that appeared to cater to people equally as strange as she seemed to be, mostly younger, and sold crystals, incense, and handmade jewelry, mostly baubles.Dillon believed they'd never had a real conversation. Dillon had driven Jaguars since his business became successful, and Dean's father only sold new Volkswagens and Subarus.Dillon knew of Dean, of course, but couldn't picture what the boy looked like."Of course, sweetheart," he answered only a little fictitiously."We have a science project, and I was assigned Dean as my partner.""That'll be fun," Dillon answered as enthusiastically as he could muster. He didn't want to stop Kota from talking to him about Dean for the first time ever."Probably not,
Dad had an idea. Whether good or bad is yet to be seen.Enjoy reading..**************Dillon Wendover smiled when he caught sight of his son stepping off the bus. The fact that his daughter didn't follow immediately didn't worry Dillon at all. The twins were close, but not close enough to spend a field trip joined at the hips.Cage scanned the parking lot and waved when he spotted Dillon in the car, then started toward him just as his sister, Kota, stepped off the bus.Field trips for upperclassmen may be unusual these days, but the private school they attended usually followed its own path to a good education.Dillon could see his son grin as he reached for the front passenger door, and Kota stiffened and came to a halt a few steps behind him."Just opening the door for an older lady," Cage chuckled back at his sister.As the older sibling, Kota insisted the front seat belonged to her. It was her birthright.Cage had given up years ago on the argument that seven minutes didn't grant
I almost laughed at her, but not because she was whispering, but because she looked so cute with my cum dripping off her chin.I assumed I looked similarly, because her sweet pussy juices were still wet on my face, but I knew she wouldn't know that."Nope. Maybe it's Karen and Christian. It is Saturday night.""They're going to know somebody was having sex in here. Maybe we should admit it?""I'm not sure I'm comfortable having people know my sister is having sex with her brother. Kentucky is all the way on the other side of the river.""Karen never believed me that we didn't fuck in high school. She'd probably thank us for finally admitting the truth.""I wish we had. I'd have liked sex with a sexy, young, nubile Raven.""I know what you mean, old man. All those love handles and beer belly makes me wish I'd gotten to you when you were young and built."I laughed at Raven, and she giggled back at me.We had only lived together almost two weeks, but I'd already lost count of how often
Lexi almost laughed again, but she stopped herself in time. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible."Well, I mean, it's probably nothing. I've just. That is. Sometimes it seems like when your sister visits, they maybe are, I dunno. It's nothing. I'm sure it's nothing
After it was over, Mary walked Michael back to his room."I think we've got this," she told him, "You don't have to come get me every time now. Just grab Hope or Chastity and do what you need to do.Michael nodded, then leaned down and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek."Thanks Mom. I mean... For every
"Every woman is different, Michael," Mary said, "You need to respect what Chastity is doing for you, by understanding her unique needs.""Oh OK," Michael said. He started to pump Chastity faster. His thighs slapped against his sister's ass. Squelching sounds filled the room. Mary could smell Chasti
"S-Stop, it's fine. Just shut up," Anna said, her voice urgent.Wait, what? I thought, picking up on what she'd said. If it was a guy? Does she mean that she and Anna..."Wait, what do you mean by that?" I asked."It's nothing! Let's not talk about it, please?" Anna begged."Was she waiting for you







