Whatever my sister wants (Incest/Taboo Sex):>Ep5

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 for a second or two what was special about the one that he had watched nine times, so she started to click on that one, but then stopped and went back to Cage's page.

Her heart raced when she saw the two on the line for views of the video of Cage that she had watched, and she slowly closed her laptop.

She wanted to give the camera her middle fingers, with both hands at once, but she had never liked confrontation, and letting Dad know she knew about his spying in such a blatant way would definitely result in a confrontation, especially if she let him know with her middle fingers.

He might catch her anyway. She had left her mark by changing that one view to two. She couldn't watch more. Each view would increase her chance of getting caught. She wanted to see what her dad was so interested in on her videos, but she was almost certain anyway.

She quickly opened her laptop again and went to Cage's screen, right clicked one of the files that hadn't been viewed, then clicked Save As, and saved the file to her home screen.

She opened the file from her computer and watched it, all 45 seconds of it while Cage changed out of his school uniform into regular clothes. She didn't even get to see his penis, just him in his underwear.

She verified on the Secret Computer what she hoped would be the case. The views on that file remained zero, so she saved each of Cage's files to her laptop, then repeated with all of her own files.

Kota struggled for a few seconds about whether to watch one of her dad's favorites or one of the less viewed videos.

"Be pissed he watched you get naked before you get pissed he watched you give yourself orgasms," she growled at her laptop.

She opened a file and watched herself walk across her bedroom to a dressing table with three mirrors at three different angles.

She could see her profile in the side mirror.

"You're kinda cute, Kota," she giggled in surprise.

The Kota in the mirror lifted one leg and pushed that knee sock down and off. It dropped to the floor, then she switched legs and repeated with the other sock.

Her image reached behind her and slowly drew down the zipper of her skirt and shimmied it down, over her narrow hips and long thighs.

"Can I get fries with that shake?" Kota asked herself. She didn't giggle at that though.

The skirt pooled around her feet and she repeated her shimmy as she pushed her white cotton panties over her hips and let them slide along her long, thin thighs then drop to join her skirt on the floor.

"I didn't know I was doing a striptease for myself...my Dad."

Her graceful fingers unbuttoned each button of her oxford shirt and she shrugged it off her shoulders so it could join almost her entire outfit on the floor. Her arms went to her back and quickly unhooked her bra and it too dropped to the floor.

On-screen, naked Kota smiled at the mirror, then looked in the side mirror, then the other, then bent from the waist and scooped up her clothes, tossed them in the nearby closet and turned toward her bed.

Kota closed the video. She scowled at her laptop screen.

"Dad, am I really as sexy as I looked just then?"

Kota opened the video she dreaded seeing, the one her dad had watched nine times, so far.

She knew the beginning of this video would be identical to the one she had watched already. Her ritual is the same every night. She had closed that first one before she went to her dresser to get a fresh pair of panties to put on, then her pajamas, then turn the light off and get in bed.

She grinned just a little when her naked image on the screen didn't turn toward her dresser but instead went to her bed and crawled to the center and lay down.

Her long, skinny legs, bent at the knees, rose up to block her face from view momentarily, then spread until she was spread eagle to give anyone watching a clear view of her pale nakedness. She could already see the sheen of moisture seeping from between her closed labia in anticipation of the touch of her thin fingers.

She tried to ignore her surprise at how little her untended hair failed to hide her pussy, but until that minute, her own dad would have been the only person in the world who could have told her that.

Kota watched in fascination as her own finger pulled her hood up just enough to reveal the dome of her clit, then moved down to her opening to gather lubricant to draw back up and over her clit.

Her soft moan surprised her again, so her eyes went to her face. Her eyes were closed and eyebrows raised, as if she were about to ask a very important question, but they soon enough lowered and pinched together to make wrinkles at the top of her nose.

"Do you like my sex face, Dad?" she whispered almost silently.

It must be hard...you must be hard, seeing me everyday, looking everything like the love of your life, but you can't touch her the way you want to touch her. Have you even been with another woman since she left us?

"Fu--uck!" interrupted her thoughts, and she focused on her face on the screen again.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was open wide and her breath barely escaped in short bursts.

She knows what her own "O" face looks like now, and so does her dad.

"Does that look like her orgasm face, Dad?" Kota barely breathed out. "I'm not jealous, because I can't let you fuck me. I'm not her no matter how much I look like her."

She knew what the rest of the video would be. She would lick her fingers clean, then go in the ensuite bath to wash her juices off, then put on fresh panties and pajamas before turning the light off, so she closed the video and exited the program.

She forced herself to not scowl at the camera before she turned the light off and left her room.

Most of Kota's thoughts before going to bed that night were of how to make her dad stop masturbating to videos of her masturbating.