Spying On My Step Sister Novels & Stories

That moan at that sight was a sexual awakening for me. I was there, a dozen still peeping through the door , I felt my manhood getting hard and pulled down my pants. I wrapped my palm around my dick , stroking it back and forth. Her moans were getting louder and louder and my hands were getting faster and faster. I felt a white liquid dripping down from my manhood and I ran into the bathroom and finally came. I have no idea if my sister noticed me or not but I guess she didn't. Ever since then I bought a small spy camera from my pocket money and installed it inside my sister's room. Since then I regularly started masterbating to her videos.

The cold air slaps my skin, sending chills down my spine. “Eyes on me,” he says. I lift my gaze, though it feels like lifting a mountain. His stare pins me where I stand. His eyes trail down from my face, resting on my black lacy bra. His lips curved into what resembles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “Are you wearing the panties too? Let me see.” My stomach flips, finally letting the tiny voice remind me that I'm getting those commands from my stepbrother. Letting the tiny voice remind me that this is wrong.

Mina’s voice filled the space, dripping with satisfaction. My blood ran cold. “Don’t tell me you’ve been listening to us this entire time.” I knew there weren’t any spy cameras in my office anymore—I checked every morning now, sweeping every corner before I started work. “What did you expect?” Mina smirked, walking in and closing the door behind her. “If I hadn’t pressed my ear to the door, I wouldn’t have heard anything. I wouldn’t have discovered that your dear stepsister has these impure thoughts about you, honey.”

"About my sister and what you're doing to her." Sienna sets down her tablet. She studies me. "I see… and what exactly do you think I'm doing to her?" "You're breaking her, controlling her. You're…" I take a breath. "I saw the photos." Something like acknowledgement shows in her expression. "You went into my study." "I was cleaning." "You were snooping." "Does it matter?" My voice rises. "You have dozens of photos of my sister collared and posed like she's your fucking dog."

I put my pants back on and got out of there. Since that day, whenever I saw my stepsister I always thought of what she is wearing, is she wearing the same panties I wore on my head. I decided I had to do something about it and of course, for that, I need an awesome plan. So for the next few days, I was busy watching her every move and habit, not like some stalker or something like that I am just keeping an eye out. I'm not a psycho. Geez!

And then I finally slept like a baby—a quote I hate since who likes to wake up crying—but yes, and then it was the morning of meeting with my ex-step sister designing rules for our exclusive physical relationship. Huh. I’d give you the ‘deets’ — ugh, but I won’t because it was boring and I’m a highly interesting person. All in all, it was final and yes, she wasn’t gonna blame me later on. I had it in writing. The night wasn’t really nice, with the boring family celebration of the deal I had confirmed knowing nothing about it — which I couldn’t wait to get out of. The next morning was different though. Even though we never talked about why she cried that night, she was standing at my front do

And because I won almost all of those deals, she hated me for it. But now, because of our parents, we were going to be siblings? Could you believe it? Sara Beck, my stepsister. This was going to be harder than I thought because, for some reason, since that fateful night, the only thing I could think of when I thought of Sara Beck was fucking her senseless, over and over again. And now, thanks to her little tantrum, my father had asked me to talk to her and smooth this over. Sara

The atmosphere was tense and suffocating, with everyone walking on eggshells, knowing that any one of us could be the next person dragged away for questioning. Despite the chaos around me, I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew exactly who was responsible for this nightmare. My step-sisters had been acting far too suspicious, disappearing right when the crisis hit and staying conspicuously quiet when they would normally be stirring up drama. Everything about their behavior screamed guilt to me. I decided to follow them around discreetly, keeping my distance but watching their every move. If they were responsible for trying to poison me, I was going to find proof of it.

“A-accidentally. I didn't mean to,” she said apologetically. I folded my arms and tapped my foot. “Accidentally, huh?” I asked. “Well, little sister, then this is how it's going to be: You spy on me, I'll spy on you. And since you like my dildo so much, let's see how you use it.” I threw the thick, green rod over to her, where she caught it with surprising nimbleness.

My stepfamily thrived on intimidation, and they'd been instilling it in me since I was a child. "It's probably some silly job where she'll be scrubbing floors," my dad scoffed, not even looking up from his plate. Relief swept over me. I hadn't told him where I was really interning-he'd have found a way to sabotage it or ruin my reputation there. My stepsister's nose flared as she glared at me, mirroring the disdain etched on her mother's face. Only my stepbrother Diego seemed indifferent, focused entirely on his lunch.