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And not just any girl, my fucking stepsister. Mom would puke if she knew. I should puke. But Christ, that little noise she made when I took her panties… I flug the car door open. I slid down onto the gravel, liquor burning up my throat. I should be thinking about the video, about my future, about the cops. I saw the lights in Rosalie’s room turn on. I could see her shadowry figure on the curtains. I felt my dick jolt alive. This just clarified it.

* He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, breathing ragged. His phone buzzed sharply on the desk. Leon dragged himself up on shaky arms and crawled over. The anonymous chat was open. Anonymous:** Times up. His stomach dropped. The countdown had hit zero while he was lost in pleasure. Leon’s fingers trembled as he opened the video file—the new one. It was longer. Filthier. He had shown everything: his face twisted in ecstasy, his hole stretched and greedy, his cock spurting while he begged Aaron’s name like a whore. There was no hiding from it. No pretending it was just reluctant submission.

Want to see you. I hesitated, staring at the screen. “Okay, I can do this,” I whispered. But when I slipped my shorts off and got my phone ready to record, fingers between my legs touching how soaked I was, my mind wasn’t on the club guy at all. It was on Riven. On what I’d seen in his room, how big he was, the way he’d yelled at me to get out but his eyes had lingered. I made the video thinking of him the whole time rubbing myself, moaning soft into the quiet room, dripping wet and whispering stuff I shouldn’t. It felt dirty and good and so wrong. I hit send without thinking twice, forwarding it to the “Don’t Call” contact because that’s who I had open from earlier.

He stirred slightly but stayed asleep, a small smile on his face. I slipped out of bed carefully, grabbing his oversized shirt and pulling it over my naked body. I padded quietly to the living room, poured myself a glass of orange juice, and settled on the couch with my phone. Time to see how the internet was treating my dear Roxette. I logged into my main account first, then switched to the several anonymous burner accounts I had created just for this. The videos were everywhere. Multiple angles. Different phones capturing the exact moment Roxette stepped into the venue in that pathetic bunny costume. Her shocked face. The way her breasts were pushed up obscenely. The tiny bottom that barel

and he just tucked herself under the duvet without a word… I grabbed my phone and typed in xxx on the Internet… grids of pornthumbnails lit up the screen. I wrapped my fist around my cock.. still rock-hard, slick from earlier and started stroking slow, deliberate thrusts into my palm. But the videos… they weren’t landing. Girls moaning, bodies bouncing — none of it stuck. My mind kept sliding back to her. Ruyi. Naked. That soft, heavy curve of her tits spilling out, nipples dark and stiff. The dip of her waist flaring into wide hips. The smooth, freshly shaved mound I’d barely grazed.

A fucked up asshole. My hands are soothingly rubbing onto her back, trying to at least let her feel some sort of comfort. Spending months and months with Rose has made me realise how love can cause so much pain in so many different ways. She has been lost and fragile ever since she left him; unwillingly left him.

Then, raised his head to see Rose’s ashen face, and he smiled. “You can have the player,” he said. “I’ve got copies. You can keep the photographs too, but I’ll advise you to burn them. For if I see a tabloid of it, this video goes to the police.” He paused, then went on. “Who gave you the photographs?” Rose regarded him, her eyes registering hate. She knew with a sickening sense of frustration that she had lost. What had seemed such a spectacular opportunity for revenge, had petered out like a damp firework.

“That fucking bitch! What on—” Then, just as the video reached its most humiliating moment, the screen went black. 'This video is no longer available.' Rosalie frowned, tapping the screen again in confusion. “It’s not here anymore. The video is unavailable. I think someone took it down,” Rosalie said. Rory looked up with tear-stained eyes at her sister. “Really?” she asked in a cracked whisper. “Really,” Rosalie said softly, making her way back closer to her sister. “I’m sorry about this, Rory. I am so sorry,” she said, trying her best to hold back her own tears.

Inside, waiting, was my Rose vibrator. I held it in my hand for a moment, just staring. My phone screen glowed with old pictures of him, old videos—me, riding him, my breasts bouncing in the camera, his voice in the background begging me to go slower. Another clip of me on my knees, his dick down my throat so deep I gagged, mascara running down my face while he groaned my name. My thumb trembled as I scrolled, but my other hand… my other hand was already between my thighs.

The angle is perfect me completely naked, legs spread wide, his dark head buried between my thighs while I scream his name and pull his hair. I didn’t even know that camera was there. “You kept it?” I whisper, half horrified, half turned on.He smiles against my throat, dark and possessive. “I keep everything, baby girl. Every time you break for me every filthy sound.” The progress bar on the pool file hits 100%. FILE PERMANENTLY DELETED.at that very moment a wave of relief hit me so hard my knees buckle.Julian catches me, spins me, presses my front to the cool wall beside the screen the living-room video is still playing my recorded orgasm is echoing through the speakers.He pulls something