Whatever my sister wants (Incest/Taboo Sex):>Ep4

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 alerted her to the fact the software she selected was not installed on her computer, so she clicked the install button.

Once the program finished installing, she logged on using her Dad's password again, and the last little bit of doubt that this was his doing evaporated.

Her eyes quickly scanned the program interface. It looked pretty simple: a row of typical program buttons tried to hide across the top, and two buttons on the main screen. Each button was labeled with a random string of characters, so she tabbed back to the Wifi screen and verified those labels matched the new devices there.

Kota's curiosity couldn't be satisfied fast enough now, so she clicked on the button for the first device in the program. The new screen had one button, labeled "Live" but grayed out, near the top, then a list of half a dozen files below that.

The files seemed to have random names, strings of numbers and letters with no rhyme or reason apparent, then columns for date, time, length, and views.

Only two of the files had views, and only one view for each of those, so she clicked on one of those.

After loading for a few seconds, a video started. Cage walked in the door of his bedroom and crossed to his dresser.

Kota closed her eyes and imagined Cage's room, and where the camera might be. When she opened her eyes, he already had his shirt off and was stripping his sweat pants and shorts down his legs.

Kota felt her eyes widen and her respirations increase. Her brother was naked, and she was looking at him.

He had his back toward the camera, but Kota got a good view of his tight, bare butt. He turned and picked up his laptop from his desk next to his dresser, then turned and went to his bed. His laptop, held against his hip, blocked Kota's view, but she felt her eyes stretch and her breath quicken some more.

Cage put his laptop on the bed and crawled up onto it in one motion. She still couldn't see where her eyes concentrated most, but then her brother rolled to his side and opened his laptop.

Kota had seen illustrations of a penis. She had never seen an actual photograph of one, and definitely never one in real life, except for her brother's and she hadn't seen that one since they were four years old.

That couldn't even be considered the same penis she stared at now on her screen.

This real penis, right there on her screen, looked a little bit funny, and she felt her head cock a little to the side.

It drooped down, out of a tuft of light brown hair, and rested against his hip.

She knew she shouldn't have been surprised that his pubic hair matched hers. They were as identical as a boy and girl set of twins could be. She always knew he had a penis, just like all the boys she knew, but hadn't put much thought into any of them before this.

She glanced around the screen and found a button, split horizontally, labeled Zoom, the top half said in and the bottom half out.

She clicked the pause button and played with the zoom, in, then out, focused on her brother's penis. She could pan left and right and up and down with another set of buttons.

Kota zoomed out, then panned around her brother's naked body. Even without being a football player, or any kind of player, she could see he had something of a six pack on his belly. She didn't. Her belly was taught, but even she couldn't find anything that looked like muscles without feeling them under her skin.

She clicked play and just watched his eyes glancing around his screen. She couldn't see the screen so she didn't know what he was looking at.

She followed his hand from the keyboard. She didn't notice until he got to his penis and pulled his foreskin back that he was uncircumcised, and getting hard.

"Oh, you're uncircumcised, Cage," she told herself out loud.

Her own voice surprised her. She sounded breathy, and lower than normal. Sultry even.

"Cage, you're uncircumcised," she repeated in the same tone, "and so hard."

She wondered if she could say it to his face in the same tone.

Cage relaxed onto the bed, slowly running his hand up and down his cock. Kota had definitely not seen an erect penis before, and couldn't take her eyes off her brother as he masturbated.

Her laptop's frame refresh rate couldn't keep up with Cage's hand, and it looked like a blur on his hard cock. The way his foreskin moved up and down, covering and uncovering his mushroom head, fascinated her.

She didn't realize the video had sound with it until Cage groaned and his hips rose a little off the bed, then he growled and ejaculated a long stream of creamy semen across his belly and chest. A second followed immediately, then several more with a bit more time between each, before he relaxed back onto the bed and sighed. Creamy white semen dribbled out the tip of his penis and pooled in and around his belly button.

Kota could easily see the streams of her brother's semen across his body.

"Wow, Cage. Do guys always ejaculate like that? I think I'd feel that if you did that inside me," Kota whispered gruffly to her laptop.

She looked around her room as if someone may have heard her.

She found it hard to think she had just speculated about her brother's ejaculation inside her, and what it would feel like.

Cage sat up on the side of his bed and let out a long, forced breath out of his lungs, and Kota clicked out of that screen.

The implication for her of what she had just willingly watched of Cade suddenly sank in, and she quickly closed the page of Cade's videos. She hesitated, hovering her cursor over the button for the other device.

She wasn't completely sure she wanted to look at what she might find there, but eventually clicked to open her screen.

The 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.