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''//This game is for people of age 18+. All characters in the game are fictional and over the age of 18. And both the main character and her brother are adopted. //'' <<linkreplace "Start from beginning">> <<goto [[Start]]>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Part 2">> <<goto [[10]]>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Part 3 Non-Sharing Route">> <<goto [[p3NS]]>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Part 3 Sharing Route">> <<goto [[p3S]]>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Part 4 Non-Sharing Route">> <<goto [[p4NS]]>> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Part 4 Sharing Route">> <<goto [[p4S]]>> <</linkreplace>> <a href="https://www.patreon.com/DefiantDenGames"> <img src="img/patreon.jpg" style="position:relative; left:0; top:0; width: 25%; height: 25%" ></a>

Your name is Kaley, A stunning 19 year old aspiring onlyfans/Insta "entrepreneur". <center><img src= "img/kaley.jpg" width="350" height="375"/></center> But you have a couple issues. Your father is very protective of his "Sweetie", your brother is a massive perv that will surely find your page in less than a week (and show everyone or exploit you for silence), you have no money left after your vacation, and the biggest issue of all. You don't have anyone to make content with. Which would leave you in the thousands of internet thots that only do solo content and make barely enough money to live on. And really thats what your after, money and fame. Lots of both. You are returning home to your Family after a week long vacation with friends, before they all leave for different colleges. You have decided to take a year off, as far as your family is concerned, to "live life a bit" before becoming an adult. Your friends gave you some tips on how to be more open and accomplish your goal of fame, but your still unsure how to get started. Until one of them gave you the idea to use what you already have, to your advantage. "THREE hot ass family members" as she put it, "the internet is filled with that stuff now". You're still not entirely open to the idea, but the thought of money and fame is starting to convince you. So you decided to be a little more promiscuous, let more things go than you usually would (regarding your pervy little brother) and maybe throw in some teasing to see where it leads. <<linkreplace "Walk in the front door">> @@ You: HELLO! Im home. @@ Your Family all quickly come to greet you at the front door. @@ Mom: My little Cutie, I'm so glad your home. How was the beach?@@ @@ You: It was amazing Mom but im really tired right now and just want to go to sleep to be honest. It was a really long bus ride and you know I can't sleep in vehicles very well.@@ @@ Mom: That's ok. Give us all a hug and we will leave you alone for the rest of the day. @@ She walks up, gives you a hug and kiss on the cheek, then walks away into the kitchen. <<linkreplace "Hug Dad">> @@ Dad: Welcome home my beautiful little girl. @@ He walks up and hugs you then places his hands on your hips before kissing you on the cheek. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/hug1.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Oh my god, I'm so sorry sweetie. I guess I got too used to hugging your mother like that. @@ You look up at his blushing face and can't stop yourself from thinking about how amazing that felt. Then he quickly leaves looking very embarrassed. You turn and notice your brother is standing at the bottom of the stairs still. @@ Brother: Sheesh. Can I hug you like that too? @@ <<linkreplace "Hug Brother">> You still cant get the excitement of getting your butt grabbed out of your head and your mouth responds on its own. @@ You: Sure! @@ He wastes no time. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/hug2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Welcome home! @@ You feel the rush of excitement grow as your brother turns quickly to try to hide his boner and rushes up the stairs. [[Bedroom]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> As you settle into your own bedroom for this first time in weeks you notice some things are off. //Was my dresser open like that when I left?// You walk over to check the drawer and notice there is signs of someone rummaging through your underwear. //Really? Better not be any missing.// Almost to the end of checking, you notice your pink thong isn't there, and you know you didn't take it with you. @@ You: Did that little perv actually steal my thong? He hasn't done that in years. @@ You step out into the hall and notice his door is open, so you decide to confront him. @@ You: Alright dipshit, I know you... @@ When you enter his room you see he isn't there. But you hear a voice behind you. @@ Mom: What's wrong? How could he of possibly done something that fast? @@ @@ You: Where did he go? @@ @@ Mom: To go get dinner.@@ @@ You: Oh. Well I'm going in there. He has something of mine. @@ She looks in the room and back to you with a worried look. @@ Mom: Do you really want to go snooping around in a teenage boys room? @@ @@ You: Well I could just tell you the problem, and then you can handle it. @@ Putting a cute smile on you watch as she stops to think and seems to remember all the yelling and kicking that happened while you were growing up and decides an answer. @@ Mom: No. You two handle it on your own. Your both adults, techincally. @@ @@ You: Hey! @@ @@ Mom: I mostly meant him, but you can act childish too cutie. Now I'm going to walk away and forget all about the last 2 minutes. @@ <a data-passage="bro1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You step inside your brothers room for the first time in a very long time and you are immediately hit with the smell of sex and sweat. //Gross. Why does it smell so bad.// Letting your eyes wander around the room slowly, you start to regret your decision while thinking about the weird stuff you might find. Then your eyes catch on something pink sticking out from under a pile of clothes. //Little twerp actually did steal them.// You walk over and gingerly grab the edge and pull. The fabric that comes out is a thong... but it's not yours. //What the fuck.// @@ Brother: HEY. @@ Turning around with a jump you see your brother standing in the doorway of the room. @@ Brother: Get out of my room. @@ @@ You: Not until I get what I came for. @@ @@ Brother: Well those aren't yours, so drop em. @@ @@ You: I know these aren't mine, stupid. Whose are they? @@ @@ Brother: None of your business. Now get out. @@ You glance back over at the underwear in your hand and this time notice a white substance all over them, and then drop them instantly. @@ You: EW. Is that cum? @@ You can see he starts to get embarresed but then calms himself and responds in a way you didn't expect. @@ Brother: Yes. It's my cum, and it's in my room, which is perfectly normal, so get out. @@ @@ You: I... Where... @@ Your speechless while he walks over, picks up the underwear and tosses them back onto the pile of dirty clothes. @@ Brother: I don't have yours. Now go away. @@ @@ You: Bullshit. Who does then? @@ @@ Brother: Don't know, don't care, get out. @@ @@ You: Whatever. @@ <a data-passage="1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

As dinner is being set, you finally find time to sit down at your PC and look for the first step to becoming a internet celebrity. The first order of business to amassing your wealth and followers would be to find a platform to do it on. Naturally you find all the standard ones within a few minutes, but they all seem to either frown apon the kind of content you want to make or ban it outright. Then on page 4 of the search (somewhere you have never gone to before) you find Thic-Thot. //Wow. Bet the idiot that came up with that one is proud of himself.// <center><img src= "img/tt.jpg" /></center> Your met by a near 100% rip-off of the original. The only difference being the content shown, with the very first post on the home page being titled... <<linkreplace "You know who, slamming my ass">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/tt/tt1.webm"></video></center> //Well, I guess I found where all the real degenerates are. This should be fairly easy.// First things first is creating an account. All goes well until the "verification" part. "In order to prove yourself and fully commit to the Thic-Thot lifestyle please upload at the bottom of this form one picture of your asshole." //What the fuck. Seriously?// You see a tiny Skip button at the bottom of the page. //Oh. Must be a weird joke.// <<linkreplace "Skip">> It brings you to a page that is only a black box with a "take picture" button under it. Your mind races about what the hell it is until you have a thought and move the privacy shutter on your webcam. //Fucking kidding me.// You think to yourself, as your now looking at only the webcam feed and a tiny message appears at the top of the screen. "No seriously we need a picture of your asshole." //Fine. It's not like anybody would ever know it was my page anyway, if it leaked.. I'm definitely not putting my face on here.// You take a few seconds to get ready and then spend way more time trying to line up the shot and be able to click the mouse at the same time until... <<linkreplace "Click">> <center><img src= "img/tt2.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Not bad. But I can do better. @@ The screen flickers on its own to the next page. "Congratulations on creating your very own Thic-Thot page, welcome to the future of Thotery." //Ok. Thanks... I guess. //@@ "Nice asshole by the way." //What?//@@ But before you can even read it again the screen shifts again to a new page with your cheeks spread front and center for the world to see with a caption underneath it that reads "You can't delete this so don't even try, Ho." //Oh... great.//@@ <a data-passage="Hallway1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<set $m1 to 0>> <<set $d1 to 0>> <<set $b1 to 0>> <<set $s1 to 0>>

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<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hi Dad. @@ He clicks a button on the remote and quickly turns to face you. @@ Dad: Oh, Hi Sweetie. I was just watching basketball. @@ You turn to the tv and see football. @@ You: Uh, I know your not the most sporty person Dad, but thats not basketball. @@ You chuckle and watch as he turns back to the TV and smiles. @@ Dad: Just misspoke, meant football. @@ @@ You: Do you even like football? @@ @@ Dad: Sure. @@ //What was he actually watching? // @@ You: Dad? @@ @@ Dad: Huh? @@ @@ You: Where you watching a soap opera? @@ @@ Dad: No no no. Definitely not. Football, love me some football. @@ @@ You: How about you click the return button then? @@ @@ Dad: What is this? An interrogation? Who's the parent here? @@ @@ You: Just do it. @@ @@ Dad: Fine, but I've been watching this the whole time. So whatever comes on is from the last person watching TV, probably Zach. @@ He picks up the remote again and slowly clicks the button, bracing himself for what might showup. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Oh wow. @@ @@ Dad: God damn Zach, He has a TV in his room for watching stuff like this. @@ He gets up and leaves the room. @@ Dad: Gunna have a talk with that boy. @@ @@ You: Sure dad. @@ After a couple seconds the sex scene ends, and it seems to be a normal movie playing. //Huh. Thought it was actual porn. // <<set $d1 to 1>> <a data-passage="Hallway1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> As you are passing by your brothers room you hear what sounds like a rhythmic thumping sound, so you decide to peak in. What you see is him sat back on to you, at his PC, with his arm moving slightly to the thumping. What he is doing exactly becomes obvious when you look at the monitor. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b1.webm"></video></center> //Wow. Guess I know what body part he likes the most. // You keep watching for a few more seconds before he starts twitching and then goes still. //He just came. Where? And on what? // The curiosity starts to take over and you decide to walk in. @@ You: Zach! @@ He jumps almost out of his chair and you clearly see him pull up his shorts and toss something on the floor before you get next to him. @@ Brother: AGAIN, YOUR IN MY ROOM. @@ @@ You: Relax. I "came" to say I'm sorry about earlier. @@ @@ Brother: How did you get in here? I locked my door. @@ @@ You: Locked? You didn't even close it all the way. @@ As your talking you rub the top of your forehead to block your eyes and take a look down. You see a wad of tissues thrown on the floor exactly where you thought they would be. But you also see something you didn't expect. He still has a massive buldge in his shorts, way bigger then you thought, knowing that he just came. @@ Brother: Well? @@ You think for a second he maybe caught you staring, but you look up to see he's not even looking at you. @@ You: Well what? @@ He looks back at you from the door. @@ Brother: The apology? @@ @@ You: Oh yea, I changed my mind. Bye. @@ In the hallway you find your mother waiting for you. @@ Mom: Did you get want to wanted? @@ @@ You: Yup! @@ @@ Mom: Well that's good. Why was he yelling though? @@ @@ You: He's just dramatic. Were cool now. @@ She looks very happy and starts walking away. @@ Mom: I knew you two would start getting along eventually. @@ <<set $b1 to 1>> <a data-passage="Hallway1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> .

<center><img src= "img/P Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Deciding to talk to your Mother a bit you find her in her room packing away her laundry. @@ You: Hi Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Hey Cutie, already bored? @@ You notice a confused look on her face as she is putting away her underwear. //No way! // @@ You: Something wrong mom? @@ @@ Mom: Oh it's nothing... but I think I lost a pair of panties. @@ @@ You: Lost? How do you lose something like that? @@ She starts to look embarressed and tries to deflect. @@ Mom: They must of just fell out of the basket. @@ @@ You: What kind are they so I can help you look. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, that's ok. I'll find them. @@ @@ You: It's the least I can do Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Well, there black with red stitching. @@ //Wait, what? He didn't steal that pink thong from Mom either? // @@ You: Ok. I'll keep an eye out for them. @@ @@ Mom: Bye cutie. @@ She says as you walk back out into the hallway. <<set $m1 to 1>> <a data-passage="Hallway1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

While everyone else in the house is settling in to sleep for the night, you believe this would be the perfect time to upload your first images to Thic-Thot. <center><img src= "img/tt.jpg" /> </center> The page pops open after signing in and you are immediately greeted by the picture of your ass. <center> <img src= "img/tt2.jpg" /> </center> //God dammit// //At least my face isn't in it.// You find the upload button in the top right of the browser and click it. Two options pop up. "Upload picture(BOOO)" & "Upload video(YAYY)" //Am I really being shamed for uploading pictures already?// Deciding to ignore the captions you decide to just upload the pictures and call it a night. <center> <img src= "img/boobs1.jpg" /> </center> <center> <img src= "img/ass1.jpg" /> </center> The upload finishes and a text box appears that just says "lame". //Whatever.// <<linkreplace "Go to sleep">> The night goes by uneventfully. You wake up and do the first thing everyone does, grab your phone. "17 new emails from Thic-Thot" //Whoa. What the hell is all this?// Quickly looking over the emails you find 12 are new subscriber notifications, 1 is a newsletter trying to show ways to improve traffic to your page, and 4 are comments. The first comment is exactly the kind of thing you wanted to read, to start your day. "the hottest new chick on this site. Dis gon be good" But then they devolve quickly from there. "she hot but man, we about to get hit with the hot but boring bullshit for the ten thousandth time, watch" "couple pictures is not the start of greatness" "lazy bitch couldnt even do a video" //WOW. Maybe I should just not read the comments. The good probably isn't worth the bad also existing.// <a data-passage="hallway2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <<set $m2 to 0>> <<set $d2 to 0>> <<set $b2 to 0>> <<set $s2 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> Stepping into the bathroom, you decide to take the first pictures for your new page. //No way I'm putting my face on that site. // //Guess I should just go for it. No point starting slow. They know what that site is for. // <center><img src= "img/ass1.jpg"></center> <center><img src= "img/boobs1.jpg"></center> //Hmmm. Good enough for now. // <<linkreplace "Shower">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> During your shower, you swear you hear the sound of the doorknob, like someone was trying to enter the bathroom. So you stop what your doing and watch closely for a few seconds. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/dk.webm"></video></center> //I knew it. Who the hell is trying to see me shower? // // And why do I find it so hot. // The handle doesn't seem to move anymore as you finish showering and get dressed again. <<set $s1 to 1>> <a data-passage="Hallway1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

The smell of freshly baked cookies hits your nose as you walk into the kitchen. @@ You: Best Mom ever! @@ @@ Mom: I wouldn't get ahead of yourself. @@ The joy vanishes as you wait for her to continue. @@ Mom: These are for your uncle. @@ @@ You: WHAT! Why? @@ @@ Mom: He asked me to make them and you know he can't leave his house, so I need to go bring them to him. Then when I get back I'll make some for us. @@ @@ You: How about I just take one of his, he will never know. @@ As you reach out for the cookie on the end, she slaps your hand away in typical Motherly fashion. @@ You: OW! C'mon Mom, please? @@ She stops to consider it and you wait with a grin thinking you are about to get your way. @@ Mom: No. @@ You hand was already reaching for the cookie again before she answered and she slaps it again. @@ Mom: How about this. I'll give you a cookie now. @@ @@ You: Deal! @@ @@ Mom: But you have to deliver them to your Uncle. @@ @@ You: Mom... @@ @@ Mom: Well, it's either that or you can try to bake some yourself while I'm gone. @@ @@ You: They won't be as good and you know it. @@ She puts a big smile on her face. @@ You: Fine. He's just so damn creepy. His eyes never leave my ass or boobs. @@ @@ Mom: He does that to me too. But he's been under house arrest for almost 2 years now. So cut him some slack. @@ @@ Mom: And you should get over being shy about people looking at you. I take it as a complement now. @@ @@ You: I do too. But there is a difference between looking and gawking. @@ @@ Mom: Here. @@ She hands you a cookie and a bag with the rest of them in it. @@ Mom: Take the car and stop on the way home to get some milk. @@ She hands you a ten dollar bill. @@ Mom: Now go change your shirt before you leave.@@ @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Mom: Well that one will cause a lot more staring by everyone cutie. It's kinda see through. @@ //But what if I want the stares? // @@ You: It's not that bad. I'll be fine. @@ @@ Mom: Well maybe put on a bra then? @@ @@ You: It's fine Mom. Bye. @@ <<linkreplace "Drive to Uncle's house">> You drive the short distance to your Uncle's house. And stop outside to see it is almost overgrown. <center><img src= "img/uho.jpg"></center> //I knew he was lazy but, damn. // Walking through the tall grass, trying to avoid thorns and tripping hazards, you make your way to the front door that has a pile of mail outside it. After you pick up the mail you knock on the door and enter. @@ You: Uncle Jack? You home?@@ The hallway is no better than outside. <center><img src= "img/uhm.jpg"></center> After a few seconds waiting, you see him peek around the corner. @@ Uncle: Oh it's you. I thought your Mother was coming. @@ He looks almost sad that it's you and not her. And it makes you wonder why. @@ Uncle: Come on in. @@ He turns around and walks into the living room and you hear him plop down on a chair. You walk into the equally dirty Kitchen and place the mail on the counter, then walk into the living room. @@ You: Here. @@ You toss the bag of cookies on his lap. @@ You: Mom asked me to bring those to you. Your mail is on the kitchen counter too, if you care about it. @@ @@ Uncle: Yea whatever. @@ He opens the bag and slams a whole cookie in his mouth without even looking at it. @@ Uncle: You can go now. @@ He says with a full mouth while looking really sad now. But you've nearly escaped back home without incident so you turn to leave. Just as you get around the corner and can see the front door you hear him sigh loudly. //God dammit. // [[Talk to Uncle]] <<set $m11 to 1>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> His door is open slightly so you decide to peek in and see he's looking at a video on his PC. You sneak up to see what he's watching and see an up close video of a butt that seems vaguely familliar. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpc1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: IS THAT ME AT THE MALL? @@ @@ Brother: what... where the fuck did you come from. Get out of my room. @@ @@ You: You recorded my ass at the mall? Pretty damn perverted isn't it? Mom needs to know about this.@@ You have no intention of telling on him and you actually are feeling a little turned on at the thought of being watched in public, a new feeling that you have never felt before. @@ Brother: uh... ok I'm sorry its just a really great butt and I wanted to be able to see it in those shorts again... for research purposes. @@ @@ You: Research purposes??? Researching what? The stretchiness of the fabric? @@ You scoff and start walking out of the room. @@ Brother: Don't tell Mom, Please.@@ @@ You: How about this, my little pervert, you delete that video and I'll give you a good look at the shorts im wearing right now. @@ @@ Brother: Huh? Wait, what?@@ @@ You: Answer quick, before I change my mind. @@ @@ Brother: I don't understand what's happening really but, DEAL! @@ He quickly deletes the video and closes the folder before you can see what the other videos are. You squint your eyes at the screen. @@ You: Fine, Enjoy it while you can pervert. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpc2.webm"></video></center> After flexing your ass a little and wiggling it slightly you get up and start to leave his room. @@ Brother: What just happened. That vacation must of did a number on you.@@ @@ You: Don't complain.@@ <<set $b2 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> You hear a light knocking on the door. @@ Mom: Are you almost done in there Cutie? @@ You look over and notice you left the door unlocked. //Can't let a perfect oppurtunity like this go by. // @@ You: Actually Mom, could you come in here for a second. @@ She walks in and takes a not so subtle look at your naked body. @@ Mom: Sorry, I didnt know you were still in the shower. @@ She turns around. @@ You: Really Mom? I actually want to ask your opinion on something. @@ @@ Mom: Sure, what do you want to know? @@ @@ You: Do you think I should leave my pubes like this or shave them completetly? @@ She slowly turns back around and tries to only look at the area in qustion. But of course that's not exactly what you want. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/ms1.webm"></video></center> Your mom cant take her eyes off your body as you make sure to "clean" more, which is a good thing because if she was to look up, she would see the grin you wouldnt be able to hide. @@ Mom: Oh... um.... I think whatever you go with will look amazing on you Cutie. But I've always been a fan of the clean shaven look. @@ @@ You: Oh really? Can I see what that looks like on you? @@ Your Mom looks around and gathers her thoughts. @@ Mom: I don't know if that's really a good idea. @@ @@ You: Why not? You've seen everything I have at this point. @@ You do a little spin to try to sell your point more. @@ Mom: Fine. Just dont tell your father. Or anyone for that matter. @@ She walks over to the edge of the shower and pulls the front of her pajamas out. <img src= "img/mpussy1.jpg"> She pauses while holding her pants open and you notice her carefully looking over your body once more while biting her bottom lip. @@ Mom: Well I think thats enough Mother Daughter bonding for now. @@ Her pants snap back into place and she turns quickly and walks out of the bathroom leaving you stunned that she actually did it, and slightly horny. <<set $s2 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

While walking by your parent's room you notice it's empty and there is a clip of money on the end table. <center><img src= "img/money clip.jpg"></center> //Doesn't look like that much. I'm sure they won't miss it, plus I need compensation for the show I'm going to put on for them. // The mental gymnastics finishes with a stuck landing, and you have convinced yourself to take the money. But just as soon as the money enters your pocket you hear a voice and you're filled with dread. @@ Dad: Hey Sweetie. You need something? @@ //Maybe he didn't see? // @@ You: Uh... no. I was just looking for Mom. @@ @@ Dad: Think she's in the kitchen. @@ You watch as his eyes shift to the end table and you know you need to distract him. @@ You: Dad? Is this shirt too see through? @@ You make sure to stretch your arms above your head to give him the best view. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d2.webm"></video></center> His mouth opens slightly and you can't help but smile. @@ Dad: Nope. Not at all. It's perfect. @@ @@ You: Oh... ok. Thanks Dad. @@ Quickly you leave the room before he has a chance to remember what he was thinking about. <<set $d2 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

Evening rolls around with nothing else of note occuring, and you find your whole family sat in the living room about to watch a movie. <center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> @@ Dad: Good timing Sweetie. I was about to come ask you if you wanted to watch a movie. @@ @@ You: What movie? @@ @@ Mom: Something about wolves and wall street. Zach picked it out.@@ //Either its going to be pure action or there is a hot actress in it. // @@ You: Sure. @@ You notice at this point the only spot left to sit is next to your Brother, who for some reason has a blanket over his lap. He see's you looking and taps the spot next to him. @@ You: Ugh. Are you cold? @@ @@ Brother: Maybe. @@ <<linkreplace "45 minutes later">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/movie1.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: She's beautiful. @@ @@ Dad: YUP. @@ You hear a light slap. @@ Dad: Uh... but not anywhere near as beautiful as my perfect wife. @@ @@ You: AHEM. @@ @@ Dad: And my gorgeous daughter! @@ @@ Brother: Wow Dad. @@ @@ You: Shush you. @@ The scene continues on with more nudity and you notice slight movement in your brothers lap. //Is he actually jerking off with the whole family here? // Another minute goes by with only slight movement seen out of the corner of your eye, and the scene ends. //Just a hard on I guess. // You feel a smile creep onto your face as you think about the possibility of teasing him. After turning away from him slightly you tug down your tank top to where you can feel the edges of the fabric touching your nipples and then shift in your seat to be facing him again. <center><img src= "img/tease1.jpg" /></center> It takes a minute or so before you see the same movement again in his lap under the blanket so you decide to up the stakes. <center><img src= "img/tease2.jpg" /></center> You feel more and more movement over the next 45 seconds and then it stops. Glancing at his face you see he is flush red and looking at your parents to see if they might of noticed anything. //Did he really just cum in his pants? // He gets up and quickly leaves the room. @@ Mom: Where are you going? @@ @@ Brother: Don't feel good. Going to sleep. @@ He says as he walks away still holding the blanket in front of him. @@ Dad: Heh. @@ @@ Mom: What? @@ @@ Dad: Nothing. @@ They both glance over to you, after you luckily just finished fixing your top. @@ You: No clue. @@ The movie finishes and you go to bed without seeing your brother again at all that night. <a data-passage="3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

You walk back into the living room and attempt to look concerned. @@ You: Is there something wrong? @@ @@ Uncle: Well you see. I'm not allowed to leave this house... for reasons. @@ You know the reason. He learned how to hack into ATM's and got put on house arrest for it. @@ You: I know what you did. Don't know why you aren't in jail though. @@ @@ Uncle: Oh. Well that's because I only ever took less than a hundred dollars at a time, and I had a good lawyer. @@ @@ Uncle: But all this is beside the point. You see... your Mother provided me with some "entertainment" when she came over.@@ @@ You: What does that mean? @@ @@ Uncle: She's a beautiful lady and we came to an agreement. She cleans my house and entertains me, and I pay her. @@ You stop to think for a minute while he looks you up and down. @@ Uncle: You know... I'm open to having that same deal with you. @@ @@ You: What, ew. I'm good. @@ He takes out his wallet. @@ Uncle: Does a hundred dollars change your mind? @@ You think for a second that this could be a really easy money method, if all he wants is for you to clean. @@ You: No touching. @@ @@ Uncle: Deal. @@ @@ You: And I'm not removing any clothes. @@ @@ Uncle: Whoa whoa whoa. No one said anything about stripping. @@ @@ You: Fine. Where do I start. @@ @@ Uncle: Here, and the kitchen. I don't give a fuck about the rest of the house. I don't even go there. @@ You look around to figure out how long this will actually take, and realize it's mostly just clutter anyway, the place isnt really that dirty. Except the hallway, which he doesn't care about. //Guess Mom was here lately. // @@ Uncle: You can start with that pile of old magazines in the corner. @@ @@ You: Ok. @@ You walk over and spend a few minutes neatly stacking them back onto the shelf. @@ Uncle: Perfect. Now you can get rid of these beer cans for me. @@ After emptying the cans in the garbage, you walk back to him thinking this is pretty tame and easy so far. @@ Uncle: Now can you clean the bottom shelf of the TV stand? @@ You go to sit down infront of it after grabbing some cleaning supplies, but he stops you. @@ Uncle: Should probably take off those pants though. Don't want to ruin them. @@ @@ You: I am not taking my pants off. Crazy old man. @@ His eyes squint and he starts to look angry but it quickly turns to sadness. //He's totally faking this now. // @@ Uncle: Fine fine fine. I'm sorry. I just thought you didn't want to ruin those nice pants is all. @@ @@ You: Bullshit. How about you tell the truth and I'll think about it. @@ His eyes go wide and a smile creeps on his face. @@ Uncle: Fine, I've wanted to see that perfect ass of yours since you turned eighteen. @@ @@ You: I turned eighteen 7 months ago. And I don't think I've even seen you in the last 7 months.@@ @@ Uncle: Sad really. Haven't visited your only uncle in over 7 Months. @@ @@ You: Don't try to turn this around. @@ @@ Uncle: You know I had a birthday present for you. But I don't have a clue where it is now. @@ @@ You: Sure you did. @@ @@ Uncle: Oh look, it's right here. @@ He pulls another hundred dollar bill out of his wallet and holds it with the first one. @@ Uncle: And you can have both, IF, you take off your pants. @@ @@ You: Your gross. @@ @@ Uncle: I've been called worse. @@ You stop to contemplate the deal, and out of the corner of your eye you see a smile has appeared on his face. //200 bucks is a lot, just to see my butt. I show alot more to strangers online for a lot less. I guess it's not that bad. I am wearing a thong though, of course. // @@ You: Fine. Money first. @@ He happily hands over the 2 bills and you stuff them in your pocket. He sits back and takes another cookie out and shoves the whole thing into his mouth once more. @@ Uncle: Go on then. @@ You make sure to face him as you take off your pants and you watch the smile vanish from his face. @@ Uncle: Boo. @@ <center><img src= "img/uc1.jpg"></center> A few minutes go by as you clean the bottom shelf, which wasn't really dirty at all so you end up faking it mostly. Every couple seconds you glance back and see his eyes are glued to your ass. He's clearly loving this, and you can't deny that it's starting to turn you on a little. @@ You: I think thats enough for today. @@ @@ Uncle: Ok, but just give an old man something to think about... please? @@ //He's already seen it anyway. // @@ You: I'm only ever going to do this once. So pay attention. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/u/u2.webm"></video></center> @@ Uncle: Perfect. @@ @@ You: Thanks? @@ You take the money and leave quickly while realizing you are very turned on still. <<linkreplace "Drive home">> When you get inside the door you are greeted by your Mother with an outstretched hand, in which you place the milk you bought at the store in. @@ Mom: How was it? Did he pay you? @@ @@ You: You knew that would happen? @@ @@ Mom: He's very predictable. @@ @@ You: He asked me to take my pants off and clean his house. @@ @@ Mom: And how much did he pay you for doing it? @@ @@ You: How do you know I even did it? @@ @@ Mom: I think I know my little cutie pretty well at this point. @@ @@ You: Two hundred. @@ @@ Mom: Wow. Must be quite the ass you got there. @@ @@ You: You've seen it before. You can see it again if you want. Only one hundred for you. @@ You smile, stick your tongue out at her and walk past her towards the kitchen to claim your cookie payment. <a data-passage="hallway11" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

After waking up, the first thing you notice is the blanket is nearly completly off your body and the door to your bedroom is slightly open. //Did I leave it open? // You brush off the odd surroundings and pick up your phone to check your emails and texts. You see 7 new emails, all from Thic-thot and 1 text message. The message is from one of your friends that moved to another city for college, that you recieved at around 3 am. "check this out" <<linkreplace "video1121.mp4">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/text1.webm"></video></center> wtf, they just doing it with people watching? She responds back a few minutes later. "frat parties be wild, i'll try to send you more crazy shit" "told you should of came with me" You watch the video once more and close the texts to check the emails. 6 of them are new subscribers and the last is another comment that you pause before opening to wonder if its worth reading it. //Good chance it's going to ruin my mood. Whatever. // "tic-tock new slut, times ticking away" //Ok well I guess that's not that bad. // You think to upload something now and then glance over at the slightly open door. But instead of fear or anxiety, you feel excitement at the thought of being caught. //Fuck it, it's my room. I'll do what I want in it. // You set up your phone on your desk and start recording while facing away from the door. You pick the phone back up excited about the video and watch it back. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/tt1.webm"></video></center> //Perfect. Well kinda... guess I need to work on aiming my ass at the camera. // Looking up from the phone you think the door might be open a little more now, but it might just be wishful thinking in your new found exibitionist mindset. <a data-passage="hallway3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <<set $m3 to 0>> <<set $d3 to 0>> <<set $b3 to 0>> <<set $s3 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> As you walk into the room you see your Father once again sat on the couch watching TV. @@ You: Do you ever work?@@ @@ Dad: That's the beauty of being self employed, I work when I want too and be a complete lazy ass when I want too.@@ @@ You: How do you manage to make enough money like that?@@ @@ Dad: Numbers, sweetheart... numbers. I'm really good with them. That's it.@@ @@ You: Legally right? @@ He smirks and squints his eyes at you. @@ Dad: Who talked? Was it Reggie? @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ He just laughs quietly at his own dumb joke. @@ Dad: So... Daddy's little girl. Want to join me?@@ He taps the cushion next to him. And is about to say something else. You can tell by the look on his face what is coming and brace yourself for the inevitable. @@ You: Your about to say another dumb joke aren't you? @@ @@ Dad: I would never!@@ He pauses for another second then continues. @@ Dad: Did you know that I took up origami when I was younger? @@ @@ You: Oh really? Can you still do some of it? @@ @@ Dad: I gave it up though cause it was too much paperwork. @@ He can't contain himself and bursts into laughter. You roll your eyes and smile at him, but deep down you're trying not to laugh. Both of you enjoy the movie for a while until another sex scene starts playing. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d3.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Why does every movie have a sex scene in it now? @@ @@ You: Probably because you searched for "best movie sex scenes." @@ His face turns a little flush and he squirms a little in his spot. //Even Dad can't even control his dick? // He squirms some more and accidentally knocks the remote off the couch. @@ You: I'll get it Daddy. @@ He starts to protest but you move before he can. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d4.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Oh god.... uh... thanks Sweetie.@@ As you return to your spot you make sure to get a look at his lap and see the outline of a huge dick. //WHAT THE FUCK!! IT'S HUGE? // Nearly instantly you feel arroused and now your the one squirming in your seat. A few minutes go by and you find yourself constantly trying to get a look at his dick once again. But at this point it seems to have returned to a normal state. Unfortunately you haven't, as you feel your own wetness has started to soak into your shorts. //Uh oh. Can he see it? // Trying to be subtle, you peek down and see a clear wet spot. //Shit. // You pick up your phone to pretend you got a text message. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/tt1.webm"></video></center> You let out a squeak of embarressment and quickly turn off the screen again. @@ Dad: What was that?@@ @@ You: What? I got to go.@@ You quickly get up and leave before he can say anything else. //Did he see it? // //How did I leave it open on my phone. Amateur hour over here. // <<set $d3 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> As you walk into the kitchen you notice your brother is staring intently at his phone. So you do the natural thing and sneak up behind him. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbc1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? @@ He nearly drops his phone and turns towards you. @@ Brother: Uh... why are you always sneaking around? @@ @@ You: To catch you doing suspect stuff obviously. Like right now. @@ His face turns bright red and he shoves his phone in his pocket. @@ Brother: Just forget what you saw. @@ @@ You: Wait. Why are you looking at a video like that? Wouldn't you rather see the female side of things?@@ @@ Brother: Well... I'm pretty sure there is going to be lots of that too, if the video continued.@@ @@ You: I guess... but here's the real question. Why are you looking at that in the fucking kitchen? @@ He pauses to think, while you try to remember to look up some of those videos later. @@ Brother: Jason sent it to me and said she looked like... @@ You smirk at him. @@ You: Like who? @@ He stands up and raises his hands to the ceiling. @@ Brother: Please god take me now. Remove me from this mortal life so I no longer have to have this awkward conversation. @@ @@ You: Really?@@ He pauses and looks at you for a second before closing his eyes and continuing. @@ Brother: ALL MIGHTY GOD ABOVE. REMOVE THIS FAITHFUL SERVANT FROM THE AGONY OF SPEECH. @@ @@ You: Zach.... @@ @@ Brother: OH MIGHTY SMITER, SMITE THEE DOWN WITH THY SWIFTEST OF SMITEYNESS. @@ @@ You: Ok. Fine... perv. @@ You start walking away as he sits back down with a smile. //I'll give you agony. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbc2.webm"></video></center> A sigh can be heard as you walk out of the kitchen. <<set $b3 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> //Guess I can record a shower video for Thic-Thot. // You spend way to long trying to find a way to set your phone up anywhere in the bathroom for a view of the shower and finally have it resting on a towel on the edge of the sink. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower2.webm"></video></center> You hit stop recording and finish your shower. //Is this too much too fast? // //Wait... they have literally seen my butthole already. // <<set $s3 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/P Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You come to a locked door, and hear a voice from inside as you try to open it. @@ Mom: Who is it? @@ @@ You: Me. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, hold on Kaley. @@ A couple seconds pass and the door opens. @@ Mom: Come in and lock the door.. @@ When you turn back around after locking the door you see her posing in front of the mirror in some lingerie. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/m1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Damn!@@ @@ Mom: What? @@ @@ You: I wish my ass will look like that in 20 years. @@ A big smile appears on her face. @@ Mom: It probably will. @@ @@ You: What's the occasion? @@ @@ Mom: Just wanted to see if it still fit really. I bought it years ago and only wore it once.@@ @@ You: Well it looks hot as hell on you. @@ The smile reappears and she poses a little more. @@ Mom: What did you want Cutie? Or did you just want to see your future ass?@@ @@ You: Fingers crossed. But I wanted to show you what I did. @@ You gather up your courage for a few seconds then show her. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/m2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: See? Perfectly smooth. Like yours. @@ The smile turns into a slight grin as she gets a clear view of everything you wanted her to see. @@ Mom: Looks great. @@ Her eyes are still locked on your now covered crotch. @@ You: Mom? @@ She snaps out of it. @@ Mom: Sorry, I was thinking about what to cook for dinner. @@ She starts walking to the door and unlocks it. @@ You: Uh, Mom? @@ She opens the door and takes a step into the hall. @@ Mom: What? @@ @@ You: Your clothes. @@ @@ Mom: Oh shit. @@ She slams the door behind her but you manage to catch a glimpse of your brother with his mouth open in shock at the top of the stairs. //Luckiest fuck in the world. // @@ Mom: Thanks, wouldn't want Zachy to see all this. @@ @@ You: Right.@@ <<set $m3 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Evening comes and you find yourself sitting at your desk browsing randomly on social media, when you get another email from Thic-Thot about a new subscriber, which then reminds you of the videos you recorded today. //Is this really want I want? // //To be a famous slut? // You start to feel down a little until you click into the payment section of the site, and see that eighty five dollars is ready to be sent. //$85. In 3 days? Yup, I'm in. // This time you click the video upload button and select the 2 you recorded today. The uploads finish after a couple minutes and it sends you to your main page. <center><img src= "img/tt.jpg" /> </center> <center><img src= "img/tt2.jpg" /> </center> "You can't delete this so don't even try, Ho." <center> <img src= "img/boobs1.jpg" /> </center> <center> <img src= "img/ass1.jpg" /> </center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/tt1.webm"></video></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower2.webm"></video></center> The thought of other people seeing you like this once again sets you off, and you decide to look through the site. <<linkreplace "search Thic-Thot">> The first page you come across seems to be a normal woman similar to you that only posts pictures. <center><img src= "img/ttr1.jpg" /> </center> You see on the right side that her subscriber count is only 35. //Boring! // You then realize what you just thought. //Pictures are boring. Dammit. The assholes in the comments are right. // <<linkreplace "Next">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/ttr2.webm"></video></center> This page is for a woman that looks kinda familiar, so you decide to search her name, and find that she is a very famous pornstar. //What the hell. Does she make more money here than in porn? // You see on the right side that her subscriber count is 745. //Oh damn. She must be raking in the money. I guess having an ass like that and putting dicks in every hole will do alot. // <<linkreplace "Next">> The next page is from a young guy that claims he is fucking his enitre family whenever he wants too. "texted sis that i needed my dick wet, but a blowjob wasn't enough for her apparently" <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/ttr3.webm"></video></center> This time your mind goes blank and your hand moves on its own. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/finger5.webm"></video></center> The thoughts in your head start again but they aren't of the video anymore. You are now imagining the same situation in your own family. If maybe your brother decided he needed to put his dick in something, so he just walked right in and shoved you down to the floor. Then stuffed his massive cock straight inside, without a word spoken, ending with his cum leaking all over the outside of your ravaged pussy and onto the floor. Your mind snaps back to reality after having the hardest orgasm of your life. //What the hell is wrong with me? // You see on the right side that his subscriber count is 1354. //Well I guess it's not only me. // <a data-passage="4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<set $m4 to 0>> <<set $d4 to 0>> <<set $b4 to 0>> <<set $s4 to 0>>

Once again you wake up to find more emails from Thic-Thot. This time there are 17 new subscribers and 8 comments. //Maybe I'll just read a couple. // "MOVING IMAGES... WHAT THE FUCK KINDA CRAZY TECHNOLOGY DOES THIS WITCH HAVE (fucking finally)" //It hasn't even been a week. // "this ones really desperate, she caved almost right away" //Can't win with these people. Whatever. // <a data-passage="hallway4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $d4 to 0>> <<set $b4 to 0>> <<set $s4 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/backyard.jpg" /></center> While passing by the backdoor you notice your parents are both sat by the pool, so you decide to go see what they are up too. <center><img src= "img/pool1.jpg" /></center> @@ Mom: Hi sweetie. Wanna get a tan with us? @@ @@ You: Dad is getting a tan? @@ You both look over and notice he is fast asleep. @@ Mom: Well that was the plan, but I think he really just wanted to see my ass in this swin suit. @@ @@ You: Well he fell asleep, so... maybe your ass has gotten boring. @@ She puts on a cheeky smile. @@ Mom: Oh really? And you think your ass could do better? @@ @@ You: Probably. @@ @@ Mom: Ok. You go put on a swim suit, and then the first one that we catch him staring at, gets a massage from the other. Deal? @@ @@ You: Oh this will be easy! @@ You rush up stairs, grab the first swimwuit you find and put it on. //It's not about the suit. // Back outside 2 minutes later you find you mom now layed out on the pool deck with her top off. <center><img src= "img/pool3.jpg" /></center> @@ You: That's cheating! @@ @@ Mom: I don't remember any rules about not taking clothes off. @@ @@ You: What if Zach comes out here, or looks through the window. @@ @@ Mom: A price I'll have to pay for my free massage, I guess. @@ @@ You: UGH! That's not fair. I can't take mine off. @@ @@ Mom: You can do whatever you want Cutie. @@ She knows you don't have the courage to do it, and is testing you. You try your hardest to convince yourself to take it off, but you find your self looking around at all the windows that could have people looking out of them! @@ You: I can't. @@ @@ Mom: I can't say I'm not happy about that, but it's really not that big of a deal. However, for now it makes this a easy win for me. @@ @@ You: I can at least make it a challenge. @@ You lay down on the deck chair and postition yourself so your ass is facing your Father. Then you muster up enough courage to remove your top while laying face down. After a couple minutes of tanning, your mind starts to wander, and the idea of your own father staring at your ass begins to arouse you like you never thought it could. //Perfect time for a picture. // <center><img src= "img/pool2.jpg" /></center> Another few minutes go by and you hear your father speak. @@ Dad: What the hell did I miss? @@ Without turning around you barely see your mom is now the one asleep and he is staring at her chest. //Dammit! // @@ Dad: Why is she topless? @@ @@ You: Uh... something about tan lines. @@ @@ Dad: Oh! @@ He turns his head in your direction and you watch him pause on your ass for a couple seconds before looking back at her. @@ You: I WIN! @@ @@ Mom: Huh. What? @@ She pops up looking very confused, and takes a couple seconds to regain herself. @@ Mom: No way. @@ She stands up and smacks your father on the arm. @@ Dad: The hell did I do? You're the one out here naked. @@ @@ Mom: You checked her out before me. Your own daughter! @@ @@ Dad: I DID NO SUCH THING. @@ @@ You: Yes you did. I saw you stare at my ass. It's ok, I don't care, cause I won a massage. @@ @@ Mom: Unbelievable. @@ She walks away into the house while putting her top back on. At that moment you look up at your brothers window and see his head quickly dissapear out of site. //Of course. Perv. // @@ Dad: What just happened! @@ @@ You: It's ok Dad. Really you won too. You got to look at some boobs and a butt. @@ You tie your top back on and get up to start walking into the house as well, and glance back to see he is staring at your ass again. @@ Dad: I guess? @@ <<set $d4 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> While eating a snack in the kitchen, your phone vibrates in your pocket with another text from your friend away at college. <center><img src= "img/text2.jpg" /></center> //UH! // A second later another text comes in. "shit sorry Kay. I met a guy named kieran and I meant to send that to him" "Wow! good job putting that in your butt then I guess" "lol thnx. could you delete that please" "or dont whatever" "ima text it to him now so hopefully he will come fuck me okbye" Just as your reading the last message you hear a noise right behind you. @@ Brother: Now whose the one looking at porn in the kitchen. @@ You quickly turn the screen off and turn to face your brother. @@ You: It's not porn idiot. It was a text message. @@ @@ Brother: Yea I could see that. Who was it? @@ @@ You: None of your business! @@ @@ Brother: WAIT! Was that you?@@ @@ You: No that wasn't me. Are you kidding. You think I would put that thing in my ass? @@ @@ Brother: Put what in your ass? I just caught a glimpse of the ass, I didn't see anything in it. @@ He can't hide the fact that he's lying as a tiny smirk appears on his face. //What's he trying to do? // @@ Brother: I'm pretty sure that was you anyway. Guess I'm going to have to tell Mom your sending nudes. Don't you know how dangerous that is, at this day and age? @@ @@ You: You wouldn't dare. And it's not me dumbass. Look! @@ <center><img src= "img/text2.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Look at the conversation. @@ @@ Brother: Easily faked. I'm going to need to see some proof that it's not you. @@ The smirk on his face grows a little more. //OH. Thats his game. Lucky for him I'm trying to open up more. // The thought alone of showing him your ass has already made you feel a little aroused. @@ You: Fine. Look. @@ @@ Brother: Wait what? @@ <center><img src= "img/text3.jpg" /></center> @@ You: See it's clearly not my ass. @@ @@ Brother: I...I...uh. @@ Your mind once again begins to race to the possibilities of what could happen, and you find yourself imagining the scenerio in the house of that guy on Thic-Thot. <<linkreplace "Imagine">> //please brother, pin me down and shove your massive dick in me... fuck me til i can't move and cum leaks onto the kitchen floor. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/text4.webm"></video></center> After a few seconds your thoughts return and you notice your body is moving forward and back with the rhythm of your vision. @@ Brother: Uh... @@ @@ You: Guess I proved my point? @@ @@ Brother: Um, yup. @@ His voice cracks while speaking. @@ Brother: Yours is way better then that one. @@ You pull your pants back up feeling extremely satisfied. @@ You: Thanks. @@ You begin to walk away and notice a huge buldge in the front of his shorts. @@ You: You might want to handle that issue before Mom or Dad walk in here. @@ He quickly grabs his dick and shoves it to the side. @@ You: Perv! @@ As your walking away he seems to come to his senses. @@ Brother: I think you might be a little perverted too, after that. @@ <<set $b4 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> Mid way through a relaxing shower you once again hear a knock on the door. @@ Dad: Sweetie? Are you nearly done? @@ //What could Dad want? // You take a look over at the door and notice you left it unlocked yet again. But you also see a cell phone on the floor by the sink that you missed before. @@ You: Not really. @@ @@ Dad: Oh. Well did you happen to see my phone in there? @@ @@ You: Yea it's on the floor near the door. @@ //Perfect oppurtunity to push some boundaries. // @@ You: You can... @@ Your voice catches on it's self and the words stop coming out. //Fuck fuck fuck. // @@ Dad: What was that sweetie? @@ //Be brave... you can do this. // @@ You: You can come in and get it, the doors unlocked. @@ There is a long pause while your face turns a bright shade of pink. You hear his voice a lot softer this time. @@ Dad: Come get it? @@ @@ You: The phone, Daddy. Just don't peek. @@ You turn away from the door and look through the reflection in the shower handle. He enters the room and immediately looks right at you. //OH GOD! Why am I so turned on by this? // You see his face staring directly at your ass while his hand randomly swipes at the floor no where near the phone. //I need him to do something, anything. Please Daddy! // You slowly back up and start pushing your ass to the shower door so he has a perfect view of his daughters ass. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dadshower2.webm"></video></center> //Oh fuck, oh fuck. // Your hand reaches between your legs on it's own, as your mind begins to imagine exactly what you so desperately want. <<linkreplace "Imagine">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dadshower1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Please Daddy, give me everything, make my your little cum slut! @@ You snap out of it when you realize you can't tell if your saying that out loud, or in your imagination. While trying to think of a way to explain yourself you turn around and find that he has already left the bathroom. //Thank god. Hopefully he was gone long before I started being a degenerate. I really need to get a grip on this. // <<set $s4 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> While sat thinking of ideas on how to gain popularity faster, your mind wonders back to the kitchen and bathroom today. //How can I be so turned on by being dominated by my own family? There is something seriously wrong with me, clearly. // You spend the next half hour searching the web for help for people with your kind of illness, which is what you have decided it is now, an illness. //I have to stop. I can't let this happen. It's gross and wrong. And so fucking hot. But still gross. // Another hour of random internet on the subject has done nothing to convince you one way or the other. One site will tell you to seek mental health help, and the next will say, if it's between two consenting adults there is nothing wrong with it. //Fuck. Maybe I should ask someone. // You pick up your phone and start flicking through your contacts trying to find someone that might not be disgusted by the question. Everyone you come too is an immediate no, until Sarah, the girl who, just today, sent you a picture of her ass with a butt plug in it. //Well, it's Sarah or no one I guess. // You click on the conversation and are greeted by that same picture once more. "awake?" About thirty seconds go by before you get an answer. "sup?" "got a serious question for you" "k " "so ive been having these very sexual feelings lately about someone" "is it me? I always knew you wanted to swing both ways" "what? no. well maybe. but its not you" "well who then?" "someone a little too close to home, as in they are in my home" "zach? weird. i mean he's far from ugly and hell i'd like to see what he's got" "you dont think thats weird?" "meh, i fucked my cousin brody" "WHAT WHEN?" "like 45 minutes ago" "yea but hes like your third cousin right?" "first" "oh... did it feel wrong?" "felt awesome is what it felt, his dick is pretty big" "oh" "want to see it?" Before you can respond a file comes through. "video1023.mp4" <<linkreplace "open it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/sarah1.webm"></video></center> //Wow. // "but what if he was your brother or father?" "oh... it's daddy too huh?" "fuck" "so the joking we did before about your hot ass family was more true then anyone thought" "i guess so yea. anyway, answer the question" "idk if im the right person to ask. or maybe im the perfect person to ask. but idgaf. i would fuck my dad if he had a rockin bod like yours" "wow" "yea i might be addicted to sex though" "worse things to be addicted to i guess. thanks for your help though, im going to sleep on it" "kk" A very dreamful night follows with you being fucked and dominated in everyway possible by every person you meet. <a data-passage="5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <<set $d5 to 0>> <<set $b5 to 0>> <<set $m5 to 0>> <<set $k5 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You awake very sweaty and notice your panties are basically soaked through. //Oh god, it's like im 16 again. // Deciding to start your day with a shower, you grab a fresh set of clothes and leave the room in your underwear thinking nothing of it. When you get to the bathroom door you see it's closed but after a brief listen you don't hear anything so you reach for the handle. Inside you find your father has just gotten dressed after showering himself. @@ Dad: Oh, close one. Guess I forgot to lock the door this time. A minute earlier and you might be scared for life sweetie. @@ He grabs his things and walks past you, while your thoughts are stuck imagining what you could of seen if you had just gotten up 5 minutes earlier. @@ Dad: All yours. @@ He closes the door behind him and you go about what you came here for. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> <a data-passage="hallway5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> After grabbing a snack, while attempting to return to your room, your Father calls out to you as he see's you walk by the living room. @@ Dad: Kaley! Come in here for a second. @@ //He didn't call me Sweetie or Cutie... this can't be good. // You instantly try to put on puppy dog eyes, and look as cute as possible while walking up to where he is sat on the couch. @@ You: Yes, Daddy? @@ He smirks as he clearly see's right through your poorly laid out plan. @@ Dad: Not this time young lady. @@ //Dammit! // @@ Dad: You remember a few days ago I walked in on you in my bedroom? @@ //FUCK! The money. I got so ditracted by Thic-Thot that I never even counted it. // @@ You: Yes Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: I know you took the money I put on the nightstand. I know because I left it for your Mother and she asked me what happened to it 30 minutes later. @@ @@ You: I... @@ @@ Dad: Wait. Before you try to talk your way out of this. We have already had a few discussions about what to do about it, and we decide on a old school approach. @@ //The fuck does that mean? // @@ You: But I didn't even spend it. I still have it in the clip and everything. I'll go get it. @@ You quickly run up the stairs and grab the clip from your top drawer, then return to him within a minute. @@ You: See? I'm sorry Daddy. It won't happen again. @@ He takes the money and counts it, finding none missing. @@ Dad: Well... I appreciate that you are apologizing, and that you returned it. @@ //Phew! // @@ Dad: But... the punishment still stands. You still did something wrong. @@ @@ You: What? What punishment? @@ @@ Dad: Come here and bend over my lap. @@ @@ You: You can't be serious, I'm eighteen, not twelve. @@ He just stares at you waiting for compliance. @@ You: DAD! @@ @@ Dad: Now. @@ You both stare at eachother waiting for the other to crack, before he finally grabs your hand and pulls you into position. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/spank1.webm"></video></center> The pain is immediate. But so is another feeling. A feeling of lust. The feeling of being dominated and forced to do something has you on the edge of an orgasm in just 30 seconds. And your honestly stunned at the feeling. Almost wishing it to go away. //This can't be happening. Not now. Not while on my fathers lap. It's like I'm a teenage boy with an erection he can't hide. // @@ You: Please Daddy. @@ @@ Dad: Please What? @@ @@ You: //Don't...// Stop. @@ You can't tell if he heard you say "don't" but he stops nontheless. @@ Dad: You learned your lesson? @@ //OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M SO CLOSE! // @@ You: No... @@ @@ Dad: NO? OK then. I didn't want to have to do this. @@ <<linkreplace "Continue">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/spank2.webm"></video></center> //FUCK!!! // A powerful orgasm pours over your entire body, and you are convinced he knows exactly what just happened, as he pauses for a second and lightly pushes you off his lap. @@ Dad: Now, I hope you learned your lesson Sweetie. @@ You hear him start walking out of the room. @@ You: MMHHMM! @@ You stay there, face down in the couch, for about a minute before you realize your ass is still mostly uncovered. //How did I let myself cum from being spanked by my own Father? I'm a complete degenerate. // You sit up in the quiet room by yourself for a couple minutes just thinking about the current situation. //But it was so fucking amazing! // <<set $d5 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You find your brother sitting at his desk, counting a stack of bills. @@ You: Where the hell did you get all that? @@ @@ Brother: God dammit. Why are you always sneaking in my room now? @@ @@ You: I didn't sneak in this time. I simply walked in the open door, dweeb. @@ He narrows his eyes at you and looks towards the open door. @@ Brother: Fine. And if you must know, I got this from Dad. He pays me to do the stuff he doesn't want to do. @@ @@ You: Like what? @@ @@ Brother: Clean the pool, take out the garbage, clean the car. Easy stuff he hates doing. @@ @@ You: Tch! How come he never paid me to do any of that stuff? @@ @@ Brother: Do you want to do any of it? @@ @@ You: Hell no. @@ @@ Brother: That's why. By the way, if you keep sneaking in here, I might start being naked all the time. It is my room after all. @@ He says with a smirk. You glance over and see a fighting game on the tv. //Maybe I can get him to bet some of that money. Not that I need it, but it could make things interesting. // @@ You: Well I could really use some money right now for an idea I have. @@ The smirk returns to his face once more. @@ Brother: Well... I can play you for some. @@ He points to his TV where a fighting game is on screen. //Too easy sometimes. // @@ You: Your on. I bet you still suck at fighting games anyway. @@ @@ Brother: So how much we betting? Twenty bucks?@@ //Perfect. // @@ You: Well actually, I don't even have 20 bucks on me. @@ //It's all online, so technically it's the truth. // @@ Brother: Well how do you expect to bet? @@ @@ You: I don't know. I was hoping you would have an idea. @@ He stops and thinks for a second, then you watch his face once more turn into a smirk. @@ Brother: I got it. If you win, you get fifty bucks. @@ @@ You: FIFTY? @@ @@ Brother: But if I win... I get to see your boobs. @@ //Act shocked. You definetly didn't see this coming. // @@ You: Your fucking joking right? @@ @@ Brother: Ok ok ok. How about if i beat you... you show me your butt then? @@ @@ You: Well you have already seen it so, I guess. @@ @@ Brother: AND... if I still have over half health, then you have to show me your boobs too. @@ //No way he beats me that badly. // @@ You: Fine, deal. @@ A smile appears on his face that almost seems creepy in a way. You both sit on the edge of the bed and take a controller in hand. After the intial choosing of characters you realise something. //I haven't played this in years. I don't even know the controls. // @@ You: Wait. @@ He stops just as the game was about to start. @@ You: What are the buttons. @@ @@ Brother: Oh boy. This gonna be easy. @@ He hits start and after 45 seconds of button mashing he has full health and you are dead. @@ You: How the fuck? @@ @@ Brother: Well you see. Five years ago we played these games alot. Both of us. But you stopped. I kept going. I've mastered these games now, so really you didn't stand a chance. @@ You can't help but smile slightly. @@ Brother: Well... @@ You see his snarky demeanor fade as he tries to ask for his winnings. @@ You: Well what? @@ @@ Brother: You have to uh... @@ //Why isn't he like dad? He needs to be more... dominating. // @@ You: Maybe some other time. @@ You start to walk out of the room but he grabs your arm, then quickly lets go again when you turn to face him. //So close. // @@ You: Ok fine. You can see your sisters butt perv. @@ <<linkreplace "Show him">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Happy? @@ You pull your pants back up and turn to see a huge buldge in the crotch of his pants. @@ You: Ok now I'm leaving. @@ @@ Brother: NO! @@ @@ You: No? @@ He turns his eyes towards the ground and responds in a soft voice. @@ Brother: You have to show me your boobs too, please? @@ //Please? He's almost begging for it. This is the opposite of what I want. // @@ You: Nah. I'm leaving. I can't be showing that much to twerps like you. @@ He once again grabs your arm as you turn to leave. But this time he doesnt let go when you turn around. @@ You: Excuse you. @@ @@ Brother: Do it. @@ //HOT! // @@ You: No... @@ @@ Brother: Now. @@ @@ You: Let go of me. @@ @@ Brother: Not until you finish the bet. @@ //I guess it's better than nothing. // @@ You: Fine. Let go of me, perv. And I'll do it. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip2.webm"></video></center> You watch his eyes never leave your chest and his hand slowly grab his crotch. @@ You: Happy twerp? @@ @@ Brother: I'm not a twerp. @@ @@ You: Sure you aren't. @@ @@ Brother: Look. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bdick1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Does that look like a twerp dick? Huh?@@ Your mind almost goes blank at the sight of it. <<linkreplace "Imagine">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bdreambj1.webm"></video></center> //God yes. Just shove me to my knees and force that massive dick down my throat. // @@ Brother: Kaley. @@ //SHOOT YOUR HUGE LOAD STRAIGHT DOWN MY THROAT. // @@ Brother: Kaley? @@ //THEN KEEP YOUR DICK DEEP IN MY THROAT TIL I PASS OUT. // @@ You: KALEY!!! @@ You snap out of it and see him standing right in front of you with his dick back in his pants. You notice your mouth is half open and filled with saliva. @@ You: Huh? What? @@ @@ Brother: What the hell was that? @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: You just stood there for like 20 seconds staring off into space. @@ @@ You: Oh... uh... I was thinking about something I forgot to do. @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ You: None of your business. Now stop bothering me. @@ @@ Brother: Your in MY ROOM. @@ He yells as you retreat to the hallway. //FUCK. Why does that keep happening? // <<set $b5 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You decide once again to browse Thic-Thot for "inspiration" and find yourself on that same "family" page as before. <center><img src= "img/tt.jpg" /> </center> "Mom's pussy couldn't handle it all!!!" <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/ttr4.webm"></video></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/finger3.webm"></video></center> //I really need to get a dildo. // //Wait. I have money now. Fuck it, I'm buying one. // You go to the one place where you can buy everything now// "TUNDRA".// Searching just the word dildo, you find 203 results and sort by customer reviews, clicking the first result. //Easy. // <<linkreplace "Buy Dildo - 120$">> You purchased the dildo and notice the shipping options are.. 1. Normal shipping - Free 2. Priority shipping - $4.99 3. IPRT (Instant Pervert Robot Transmission) - 1 nude picture taken apon delivery Naturally you choose the option that gets you your order the fastest. And you cant deny the pervert robot has you intrigued. You enter your new credentials to where your money is stored online and finish the transaction. A beeping sound almost immediately can be heard behind you and you turn around to see a tiny robot in the middle of your room with a box in one hand and a camera in the other. @@ You: Uh... hi there little guy, can I please have my package? @@ It walks over to your laptop screen and points to the shipping options and beeps again more agressively. @@ You: Jeez ok... What do you want to see? @@ It beeps excitedly and gives a little shrug. @@ You: Guess its dealers choice then. @@ <center><img src= "img/robot1.jpg" /></center> The little perverted robot takes the picture and disappears in a puff of purple smoke, leaving only the package where it stood. //Guess he liked it. // With a new tool in hand you return to what you were doing (after cleaning it). <<linkreplace "Next video">> "Sis woke me up for my cock!!!" <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/ttr5.webm"></video></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/dildo1.webm"></video></center> //So much better. // <<set $k5 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> With everyone gathered around the table for a Family meal, your mother starts smiling and looking very proud of herself. @@ Mom: Isn't this just wonderful?@@ You watch your father lift his head up from his plate with a mouth full of food and attempt to respond. @@ Dad: Hmmpf? @@ @@ Mom: The whole family sat together eating. It seems like forever since we've done this. @@ @@ You: We did it like, 4 days ago Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Exactly. That was way to long ago. Might as well be forever ago. @@ @@ Brother: Uh huh. @@ Your brother's head has been pointed at the phone in his hand nearly the whole meal. @@ Mom: Are you ever not looking at a screen? What could be so important to be staring at it while eating dinner?@@ You try to get a glance at the phone without him noticing, but what you see sends you down a quick slope to panic. <center><img src= "img/tt.jpg" /> </center> You feel the color leaving your face and your stomach instantly turns over on itself. //HE'S ON THIC-THOT? // He leaves the comment section of the page he was looking at and goes back to the image. <center><img src= "img/tt3.jpg" /> </center> //THANK GOD IT'S NOT ME. // At this point he see's you looking at his phone and whispers to you while your parents are having a conversation of their own. @@ Brother: See something you like? @@ @@ You: No. Why are you on that site at dinner wierdo? @@ @@ Brother: What do you mean that site? @@ //Fuck! // @@ You: Obviously it's a webpage... @@ His eyes narrow. @@ Brother: Sure. @@ The conversation between your parents picks up to include the whole family again and the rest of the evening finishes without anything of note until you find yourself back in your room. <img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /> This time before going to sleep, instead of randomly scrolling through your various social media, you need to check something, your own Thic-Thot page. //I have to make sure there are no accidental face shots or any mirrors or reflections. There is no way that little perv is going to know it's me, if he even manages to find my page. // //Which would be nuts.... there has to be thousands of girls on this site, or more. // Ten minutes of thoroughly checking every image and video, you end up confident that there is no way for your brother, or anyone else for that matter, to know it's your page. //Good. // <a data-passage="6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $d6 to 0>> <<set $b6 to 0>> <<set $m6 to 0>> <<set $k6 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Once again you wake up to a half soaked pair of underwear, although this time you don't remember any dreams or reasons why it would be like this. //Weird. // After grabbing the days clothes you head out to shower right away this time hoping to maybe catch your father mid shower. <center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> //Dammit. Empty. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> Nearing the end of your shower you hear the door open and someone walk inside the bathroom. @@ Brother: Maybe you should lock the door.@@ You quickly cover yourself with your hands and try to not act like this is already turning you on. @@ You: HEY! Get out. @@ @@ Brother: Calm down now. I've got a question for you. @@ @@ You: It can wait til im done my shower perv. Get out. @@ @@ Brother: Alright, alright. I'll wait for you in your room. @@ //Wait no... get in here and pin me to the wall. // He closes the door behind him. //Fuck... wait... did I actually want him to do that? // You continue your shower and step out to start getting dressed, but then you remember he said he will wait for you in your room. //A towels good enough, I should get dressed in the confort of my own room. // You smirk, grab your clothes and wrap the towel around you. As you enter your room, you find him sat on the edge of your bed looking at his phone. @@ You: What do you want? Dork. @@ He lifts his head and eyes the towel you have on then looks to the clean clothes quizzically. @@ Brother: Why are you in a towel? @@ @@ You: Cause I knew you were in here. And I didn't want to give you extra time to do some shady shit. @@ @@ Brother: You mean like search your computer? @@ //Uh oh. Did he look at my browser history and find Thic-Thot? // @@ You: Sounds like something you would do. @@ @@ Brother: Maybe.@@ //No. It's locked with a password that he would never figure out. The hell does he want? // @@ You: The reason for your intrusion? Spit it out. @@ @@ Brother: Bet no guys ever said that to you. @@ @@ You: What? @@ //What is happening right now? Why is he acting like this? He has something up his sleeve, or he wouldn't be so brazen. // @@ Brother: You see... I found something. On that website last night. @@ //No fucking way. It's impossible. // @@ You: What site? @@ You clearly can't hide your own nervousness anymore, but you don't know if he's smart enough to pick up on it. @@ Brother: See I found this chick, with an amazing ass. And some rocking tits too. @@ @@ You: So? Why are you telling your sister this? @@ @@ Brother: At first I thought it was just another random chick with a crazy hot body, like yours. See? @@ He points his phone in your direction. <center> <img src= "img/ass1.jpg" /> </center> //FUCK! // @@ You: Ok? @@ @@ Brother: Nice butt right?@@ //There is no way to know thats me. // @@ You: Sure. I still don't understand your point. @@ @@ Brother: Well then I saw this. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/tt1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: See the small painting on the right? @@ @@ You: Yep. Looks like mine... doesn't mean anything. @@ //Shit. // @@ Brother: And the weird orange red curtains in the back? @@ @@ You: So what are you trying to say? @@ @@ Brother: Stop. I know that's you. That site does some weird location thing too. So you can see people from your own city. You should probably turn that off.@@ @@ You: Are you fucking kidding me? @@ @@ Brother: Nope. Well... welcome to your new life. @@ @@ You: What's that supposed to mean? @@ @@ Brother: It means you better not make me upset or I'll tell Mom and Dad how big of a slut you are. @@ He starts walking out of your room, which leaves you amazed that he didn't immediately ask for something. @@ Brother: Nice butthole by the way. @@ @@ You: Ew. @@ //Fuck fuck fuck. // <a data-passage="hallway6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> You walk into the living room to find your father once again sat on the couch watching tv. @@ Dad: Hi Sweetie, did you know that most people have an above average number of legs? @@ @@ You: What? @@ He doesn't respond and just waits for you to figure it out on your own. @@ You: Sometimes, I hate you. @@ @@ Dad: And yet you came to join your hilarious father anyway. In spite of the pure hatred. @@ @@ You: What are you watching today? @@ @@ Dad: Well now that your here it's probably going to turn into soft core porn. @@ You both laugh as you sit next to him to watch the movie with him. Surprisingly nothing interesting has happened after an hour, but you still find yourself wanting to tease him. //I just want him to grab me and do whatever he wants to me. // At that moment you remember you aren't wearing any underwear. //Perfect. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease1.webm"></video></center> He clearly saw what you wanted him to see as he starts coughing and nearly choking at the surprise view. @@ You: Are you ok Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: Yea... I'm fine. Just had a tickle in my throat. @@ You notice a clear buldge has formed again in his pants. @@ Dad: I'm just going to go get some water and take a nap. Nearly dying really takes it out of you. @@ He gets up and starts walking straight away to hide is boner. @@ You: You didn't nearly die, Dad. @@ @@ Dad: Yes I did... one foot in the grave. @@ //Dammit. I need to try to force him to stay. I might have to resort to child like behaviours again, and sit on him. // <<set $d6 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

While trying to come up with a strategy to reverse the new power dynamic with your brother, you recieve a text from your Mom asking you to come to the kitchen. <center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> //Please be cookies!// You practically jog to the kitchen, but your nose alerts you to no delightful cookie smells, and you slow to a crawl as you walk in with a clear look of depression. @@ Mom: What's wrong Cutie? @@ @@ You: I thought you were making cookies. @@ @@ Mom: Oh really? And it made you that upset that I wasn't? It looks like you just lost your pet goldfish again. @@ @@ You: You leave fat Tony out of this. That jerk Zach kept over feeding him. @@ @@ Mom: Oh that's what was happening. You know there was five fat Tony's. I thought you were just really bad with pets. We just kept replacing him hoping you would get better and we could move on to bigger pets. @@ @@ You: What? How was there five? He was always so fat. @@ @@ Mom: For the last one we had to drive all the way to the next state to find one as fat. @@ @@ You: How did I not notice a dead fish at all? @@ @@ Mom: Ask your 8 year old self. @@ //You pause to contemplate what you were just told and can only come to one conlusion. // @@ You: So that fucking dweeb is the reason we've never had another pet? Cause you thought I would kill it accidentally? @@ @@ Mom: Ummm. I guess so, yea. But don't talk about your brother like that. You both have changed so much since then. I'm sure he feels bad about it. @@ @@ You: That little asshole. @@ @@ Mom: Ok, back to the reason I texted you. @@ //I could have a dog and a cat right now. Maybe even something exotic, like a lizard. // Your hands are clenched into fists as you continue thinking about the pets you never had. @@ Mom: Kaley? @@ @@ You: Uh huh. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, I haven't seen you this angry since you failed your drivers permit test for the fifth time. @@ @@ You: Thanks for reminding me of something else to ruin my mood. @@ She has a little smirk on her face now, like she knows she is poking a bear. @@ Mom: Ok well, how about you clear your mind of the anger and take a walk to the store for me? I need eggs for dinner, and your father is gone in the car. @@ @@ You: Ugh. Why me? @@ @@ Mom: Zach didn't respond. @@ @@ You: Probably because he knew you was going to ask for something. @@ @@ Mom: Probably. So... please? @@ @@ You: Ok. I'm going. @@ As you are putting your shoes on to leave you hear someone walking down the stairs. @@ Brother: Where yah going Cutie? @@ @@ You: Ew! Don't call me that. @@ @@ Brother: I like it. @@ Your Mom walks to the kitchen doorway. @@ Mom: And where were you 10 minutes ago? @@ @@ Brother: I had headphones on. Didn't hear my phone. @@ @@ Mom: Well now that your here, you can help your sister. @@ @@ You: Mom! That really doesn't sound like a good idea. Not after the conversation we just had. @@ @@ Mom: Oh I'm sure you guys will be fine. Just remember, you're siblings, you're supposed to love eachother. @@ She smiles at you both and walks back into the kitchen while your brother now stares at you suggestively. @@ You: Not that kind of love, idiot. @@ <<linkreplace "Leave">> <<goto [[mom6 2]]>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src="img/walk.jpg" style="width: 55%; height: 55%"></center> Not even ten feet outside the door and his presence has already started to annoy you. @@ You: Why did you come? @@ @@ Brother: Got to protect my lil sis. Don't know what kind of psycho's are lurking out here. @@ @@ You: I'm older than you dumbass. @@ @@ Brother: Yea but look how cute and short you are.@@ @@ You: Whatever. @@ Five minutes of quiet walking later you notice he has started to drag behind. //This moron is staring at my ass isn't he. // You turn around slightly and see that he actually isn't. He's staring at his phone... which is pointed right at your ass. @@ You: What are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: Oh... uh. I was trying to get a pic. @@ @@ You: Of my ass? @@ @@ Brother: Well yea. It looks great. @@ You can't help but feel a hint of pride. @@ You: Well stop. It's creepy. @@ @@ Brother: I already got a good one anyway so I'm done. @@ @@ You: What? Let me see. @@ He casually hand the phone to you and you see the picture he just took. <center><img src= "img/walk2.jpg" /></center> @@ You: This is when we were leaving the house still. How many pictures did you take? Creep. @@ @@ Brother: That's the only one I kept. Motion ruins pictures. And there is a lot of motion with that thing. @@ @@ You: Fuck off. @@ @@ Brother: That's a complement. @@ @@ You: Sure it is. @@ @@ Brother: So can I get a picture of the front now? @@ @@ You: Why the hell would I do that? @@ @@ Brother: You know exactly why. @@ //This little fucker. // @@ You: No, you can't. Mom told me about how we didn't get any pets because fat Tony kept dying. And that was your fault. @@ @@ Brother: What do you mean kept dying? @@ @@ You: Apparently there was five fat Tony's. @@ @@ Brother: Five? And how was it my fault? @@ @@ You: You kept feeding him too much. @@ @@ Brother: No I didn't. I didn't give a damn about your dumb goldfish. @@ @@ You: You didn't? @@ @@ Brother: I barely even remember looking at the thing. @@ @@ You: So who kept over feeding him? @@ @@ Brother: Probably the only person in the house that didn't want any pets... @@ @@ You: Dad. @@ @@ Brother: If I had to put money on it. Yea, probably Dad. @@ @@ You: Fine, I guess your off the hook. @@ @@ Brother: Sweet. Now can I take a good boob pic? @@ @@ You: Your joking right?@@ @@ Brother: No, why? @@ @@ You: We are in public. We just had a conversation about my dead fish... dead five fish. AND! I'm your sister. @@ @@ Brother: Ok, but... I've already seen them. And you can use the pic for your slut page. @@ //He has a good point. // @@ Brother: You can even say you got your brother to take it for you. That will send the horny nerds online crazy, trust me. @@ //Why does he have to be so right? // @@ You: Quickly, and I'm not taking them out. @@ @@ Brother: Well then whats the point. @@ You look around and see there is clearly no one in sight and all the windows have the curtains closed on a hot sunny day. @@ You: Fucking fine, here take it. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/walk3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Happy? @@ His jaw is still dropped while staring at his phone, so you grab it to at admire yourself as well. @@ You: You recorded it? I said picture. @@ @@ Brother: Yea but pictures are so boring. You've seen the comments on your page. @@ @@ You: Never mention the comments again. @@ You walk away with focus on getting the task done and returning home quickly before anything else can happen. <<set $m6 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Dinner goes by without anything interesting happening, and you sit in your room contemplating once again how to handle the situation with your brother. //This dumb ass really thinks he can take control like that? // You suddenly have another thought about it. //But I want him to dominate me... // Eyes now closed you lean back in your chair. //How can I possibly find it disgusting that he's basically blackmailing me and yet I still want him to walk in here and pin me down and shove his dick in every hole? // The bedroom door opens. @@ Brother: Hi Cutie! @@ @@ You: Oh great. More annoyingness, as if I didn't get enough of it today. @@ @@ Brother: Don't be like that Cutie. I came to give you the video I recorded. You know, the one of your tits. @@ You glance back at the open door. As you get up to go close the door you notice he sits down in your seat. You close the door and walk back to him now plugging his phone into your PC. @@ You: What the fuck is wrong with you. @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ You: If your going to continue on with this bullshit, doors have to be closed. Always. Got it? @@ @@ Brother: Deal. Now show me something. @@ @@ You: What? No. Fuck you. @@ @@ Brother: MO... @@ You put your hand over his mouth to stop his yell. @@ You: Little shit. Fine. @@ <<linkreplace "show him">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/brobm1.webm"></video></center> Turning around to face him again his jaw is still slack and a clear boner can be seen through his pants. @@ You: Ugh. Can you just put the file on my PC and get out now? @@ @@ Brother: Right. Yea sure. @@ He looks dumbfounded as he turns back to the screen and stumbles with the mouse. //Wow. Just seeing my ass might have taken him off his feet. Wait... // A thought pops into your head. @@ You: Are you a virgin? @@ @@ Brother: NO! @@ @@ You: Well that reaction just makes me think you are. @@ @@ Brother: I'm not. @@ He calms himself down and continues finding the video while talking. @@ Brother: I'm techincally not a virgin. But it wasn't a very good time. @@ @@ You: What does that mean? Was it with that girl Brenda? You two were dating for like a year in high school. @@ @@ Brother: Yea. @@ His head is now pointing towards the floor and he looks very embaressed having this conversation. @@ Brother: She... uh. @@ @@ You: She cheated on you. Everyone in school new that. She was a little slut. @@ @@ Brother: Yea well. She was a slut that was terrible at anything to do with sex. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Brother: She didn't want to do anything with her mouth, other than kissing. And I couldn't do anything with my mouth either. She thought it was gross. @@ @@ You: What the fuck? @@ @@ Brother: She gave me a handjob a few times but she would always stop just as I was about to finish. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Brother: She was afraid of... @@ He starts to look embaressed again. @@ You: Of cum? You seriously can't say cum? @@ @@ Brother: It's weird talking about this with my sister. @@ @@ You: You've seen my asshole. @@ @@ Brother: Not in person. @@ A hint of a smile appears on his face. //Cheeky little fucker. // @@ You: So how are you not a virgin then? @@ @@ Brother: Well we did it. Techincally. I guess. @@ @@ You: What does that even mean. Details. @@ @@ Brother: Dammit. Fine. @@ He sits up straight and tries to steady himself. @@ Brother: The one time we tried to have sex, she kinda just laid there. Didn't even spread her legs. And I couldn't get it in. @@ @@ You: Why not? From what I've seen you should of been able to reach still. Unless you hit a crazy growth spurt in the last year. @@ @@ Brother: It wouldn't get hard... @@ You feel a sudden burst of empathy for him. @@ You: Ah. Well thats mostly her fault though. The girl can't just lay there and expect things to happen. @@ @@ Brother: I'm pretty sure if you just laid naked in front of any dude, they would get it up easily.@@ @@ You: Well Brenda is definetly not me. @@ You let out a little chuckle and remember her flat chest and flat ass. @@ You: I still don't see how your "techinally" not a virgin. @@ @@ Brother: Well after a minute or so, I got her to spread her legs a little and I managed to get my now half hard... thing.... inside. @@ @@ You: Wow. Just use the words dweeb. Half hard dick in her pussy. Got it. So yea I guess techically not a virgin. How did it end? @@ @@ Brother: Worse than it began. @@ He puts his face in his hands and speaks through them softly. @@ Brother: I came in five seconds as my dick slipt out and I ruined the couch in the basement. @@ @@ You: THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT COUCH? @@ @@ Brother: SHHH! @@ @@ You: I liked that couch. @@ @@ Brother: Yea well I spent like 2 hours trying to get the huge white stain out of it. And I just made it worse. At least Mom couldn't tell what it was when she finally found it. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ You both sit in silence for a couple seconds before he clicks on a video in the folder for his phone on your computer. @@ Brother: Think this is it. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpc3.webm"></video></center> It takes a second before you realise what your looking at. @@ You: That's today! @@ @@ Brother: Shit. Forgot about that one. @@ @@ You: You really are a true creep. Cut both of those out of that folder and put them on my PC. @@ @@ Brother: OK I'll do it, but... @@ @@ You: But what? @@ @@ Brother: I want to see your pussy. @@ @@ You: Well now you don't mind using the words. No. @@ @@ Brother: Can we just skip the part where I threaten to tell? It's boring already. @@ @@ You: Little fuck. I was starting to like you. Like we had a real bonding moment. But you got to ruin it. @@ @@ Brother: We did bond. And now we are going to bond even more when I see your dirty bits. @@ @@ You: How do you go from barely being able to talk while embaressed. To whatever this is. In five minutes. @@ @@ Brother: Easy! The thought of seeing a part of that perfect body would make me do way worse things than talk. @@ @@ You: At least you keep complementing me. So fine. you've already seen it online anyway. @@ <<linkreplace "show him">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Happy? @@ He finishes transferring the files to your pc and quickly gets up without saying another word. @@ You: Ok? @@ You see him start to awkwardly waddle his way out of your room and close the door behind him. //WAIT! Did he just cum in his pants? I thought that song was a joke. // <a data-passage="midnight6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> As you lay in bed trying to go to sleep, your bladder decides it has other plans and your forced to head towards the bathroom. You glance at your clock quickly and see it's 12:15am, before walking out into the hallway. The first thing you see in what should be a dark hallway, is a crack of light coming from your parents room and a silhouette of someone standing at it peeking in. //Zach? It has to be. // You decide to sneak up to him and poke him in the side, but as you get next to him you see he's grabbing his dick through his pants and jerking off slowly. @@ You: Ew! @@ You whisper it quietely in his ear but it still startles him and and stumbles into the wall next to the door making a small thump sound. You hear your parents from inside the room notice it. @@ Dad: What was that? @@ @@ Mom: I don't care, just don't fucking stop. @@ //Huh? // A couple seconds of near silence go by until you start hearing the rythmic bumping of what can only be sex. And you then feel dumb for not figuring it out based on your brother jerking off. You turn back towards him in the dark and whisper. @@ You: The hell are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: Every friday, like clockwork, they go at it like this at midnight. Every time. @@ @@ You: Ok... so? @@ @@ Brother: Well it's a damn good show. @@ @@ You: You are disgusting. @@ @@ Brother: You look and tell me it isn't. @@ You comtemplate it for a second but decide against it. @@ You: No. I'm not a perv like you. @@ @@ Mom: FUCK! Keep going... just like that. @@ Your eyes go wide and your brother smiles at you. @@ Brother: Still not curious? @@ @@ You: Fuck. Fine. @@ <<linkreplace "Peek">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/peek1.webm"></video></center> You pull back away from the door astonished at what you just saw. @@ You: HOLY. Dad's dick is huge. @@ @@ Brother: Gross. What the fuck is wrong with you? @@ You can't help but chuckle. @@ You: I'm a girl? @@ @@ Brother: Oh, right. Still... don't say that. @@ @@ You: Are you jealous? @@ @@ Brother: What? No. Shut it. @@ You grin at him and stand in front of him, both of you now looking in the door, and decide the opportunity is too good not to tease him. @@ You: Are you afraid that your dick might not compare to daddies? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/peek2.webm"></video></center> //I TOUCHED IT. I'm grabbing my brother's dick. // You both silently continue watching and you keep hold of his dick in your hand through his underware. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/peek3.webm"></video></center> Just as you see the cum dripping from your Mom's pussy you feel your brother start to twitch and your hand start to feel wet. @@ You: Are you cumming in my hand? @@ He doesn't say anything and just pulls away from your hand and then walks quickly to his room, pausing at the door. @@ Brother: He always goes to the bathroom right after. @@ It takes you second to realise what he said. <<linkreplace "quickly leave">> You were too slow as a hand grabs you when you turn to leave. @@ Dad: Kaley?@@ //Fuck. // @@ Dad: What are you doing? @@ @@ You: Going to the bathroom. @@ He looks at the bathroom door and then over to your room, both of which are in the same direction. @@ Dad: Really? @@ He spins you around to face him, and you notice he is still completely naked. Once again your mind goes blank from outside interference and you can only dream about what you currently desire. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/peek4.webm"></video></center> //Of course I'll clean your cock Daddy. // //Let me practice with it and I promise I can get it all the way down my throat. Please let me practice. // @@ You: Please Daddy. @@ @@ Mom: Kaley? Kaley! @@ You snap out of it with your mom now in your face and your dad putting his pants on nearby. @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Mom: You ok Cutie? @@ @@ You: Yea. Fine. @@ @@ Mom: You traumatized the poor girl with that thing.@@ @@ Dad: Sorry. @@ @@ Mom: Go on back to bed Cutie. @@ @@ You: Ok Mom. @@ You slowly walk out of the room. //About as good as that could of gone actually. Lucky.// <a data-passage="7" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You awake this time without ruining your panties, and notice a text on your phone. Brother: sorry i got you in trouble //Wow. He actually apologized to me?// You: you do realize your still blackmailing me though right? You: so maybe stop that and apologize for that too? It takes a few minutes but you finally get a response. Brother: nah! ill take a picture though to wake me up fully. //This little fuck. He's got split personalities, I swear. // You: apology not accepted asshole You: here <center><img src= "img/brotext1.jpg" /></center> A couple more minutes go by with no response and you start to get up. But your phone stops you with another text sound. Brother: that one is good, but i'm in more of a booby mood and i want you to take it now You: your starting to piss me off now Brother: oh well, chop chop //Little fuck. // You: not answering after this so don't bother saying anything <center><img src= "img/brotext2.jpg" /></center> You toss the phone on the desk and start getting dressed unsure how to feel. <a data-passage="hallway7" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $d7 to 0>> <<set $b7 to 0>> <<set $m7 to 0>> <<set $k7 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/basement.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hi Daddy! @@ He jumps up from whatever he was currently doing to a small yellow truck and smiles at you after calming himself down. @@ Dad: I really shouldnt of fixed those squeaky stairs. At least I could here people coming down here then. Now I get jump scared while trying to paint. @@ You notice a tiny paint brush in his hand with yellow paint on the tip. @@ You: How do you look like that and love all kinds of sports, yet still be the biggest nerd I know of? @@ @@ Dad: People are complex Cutie. Especially the old ones. @@ @@ You: Your not old Daddy. @@ He turns back to what he was doing. @@ Dad: Well I'm old enough to have a daughter that looks like you. So old. @@ You both feel a hit of embaressment and he clears his throat. @@ Dad: Sorry. @@ //Perfect. // @@ You: Why sorry? @@ @@ Dad: Shouldn't be talking about my own daughter like that. @@ You can no longer hide your smile, but luckily he isn't taking his attention away from the little yellow truck. @@ You: Why not. It was a complement... I think. @@ @@ Dad: Mmhhmm. @@ @@ You: It was a complement right? You were talking about these things? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease2.webm"></video></center> He turns his head perfectly in line and you don't know if he got a full view or not. @@ You: Or were you talking about this thing? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease3.webm"></video></center> When you turn back around you see him staring directly at where your ass was and a clear boner showing in his pants. @@ You: From what I saw last night, that thing must be hard to hide. @@ He turns his lower body away from you and starts looking at your eyes again. @@ Dad: Ok. I don't know what it is your trying to do here, but it can't be good and I need you to leave my safe space. @@ You can't help but giggle at him. @@ Dad: No no no. Stop trying to look cute. It's not going to work. Get out. Go. @@ He walks towards you and grabs your arms leading you away. You take the the opportunity to accidentally bump your ass into his buldge as he walks you to the stairs. @@ You: Sorry Daddy. @@ He puts you on the other side of the door and closes it. @@ Dad: THIS IS MY SAFE PLACE. NO INVADERS. @@ <<set $d7 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway7" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/backyard.jpg" /></center> You decide on this very sunny day, that it's a perfect time to suntan in the backyard. And to your luck, there is no one out there to bother you. <center><img src= "img/tan1.jpg" /></center> //It's a picture sure, but its a pretty good one. Someone on Thic-Thot will like it. // 15 minutes of tanning go by without issue and you start to think about going in before burning, until you hear the backdoor open and close. @@ Brother: Hey Cutie!@@ @@ You: God dammit. I was so relaxed out here. But now I'm clearly in hell ready to be tortured by my annoying little Brother. @@ @@ Brother: Think we've established I'm the big brother. @@ @@ You: Oh your big alright. @@ //FUCK! // @@ Brother: Wow. Think that's the nicest thing you've every said to me. @@ @@ You: I meant cause your fat. Nerd. @@ He looks down at his flat stomach. @@ Brother: Yea... I don't think so. @@ @@ You: Whatever, go away please. It was so peaceful before you came out. @@ @@ Brother: Oh but how could I pass up the opportunity to see that booty! @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/spank1.webm"></video></center> For a second your dumbfounded by what just happened, and you look towards him and he looks like he can't believe he did it either. @@ Brother: Uh. Sorry? I don't know why I did that. @@ The anger quickly fades away as you think about this being exactly what you wanted to happen. But then it returns again thinking about it be this annoying dweeb thats doing it. @@ You: You are terrible at blackmailling people. Wow. @@ The scared look on his face disappears and he tries to act more confident. @@ Brother: I thought you was going to kick me in the nuts. @@ @@ You: Maybe I should, so you might grow a bigger pair in there place. @@ His face turns to a curious look and a slight smile appears. //uh oh. Guess I said the right thing. // @@ You: Well you have fun out here. Im done tanning. @@ @@ Brother: Wait. @@ He says in a more confident tone like he knows you will listen. //Oh boy. Here we go. Don't act turned on. // @@ You: What do you want? Dork. @@ @@ Brother: I want to see it. @@ @@ You: See what? @@ @@ Brother: Everything. @@ @@ You: Were outside stupid. Anyone could see us, including our parents. @@ @@ Brother: They're both in the living room. Do it. @@ You can't help but feel even more turned on to be told what to do while outside. @@ You: Fine. @@ <<linkreplace "Do it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Happy? @@ @@ Brother: Almost. Now bend over. @@ @@ You: Your kidding. @@ @@ Brother: Nope. Show me your pussy. All of it. @@ @@ You: Think your a big shot now huh? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip5.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow. @@ @@ You: Uh huh. Now I'm going back inside before you get any more big brain ideas. @@ As you pull your bikini back on you notice how wet you have become. //That was one of the hottest moments of my life and it was my Brother that caused it. Im hopeless. // You walk in through the door and take one last glance back at him to see he is still staring at your ass. //Typical. // <<set $b7 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway7" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> While walking near the living room you hear the sound of your Mother crying and immediately investigate. @@ You: What's wrong? @@ She quickly turns her head in your direction and you see tears rolling down her cheeks. @@ Mom: Oh, It's nothing. Too silly to talk about. @@ Music from the TV draws your attention and you see the closing credits for a daytime soap opera start. @@ You: Really Mom? What happened this time. @@ You sit down next to her and try to act interested. <<linkreplace "15 minutes later">> @@ Mom: And then they found him alive again. In an igloo in the artic with 4 penguins and his pet llama. @@ @@ You: His pet Llama? In the Arctic? @@ @@ Mom: Did you not hear what I said? HE'S ALIVE AGAIN! @@ @@ You: And how many times has he died? @@ @@ Mom: Oh geez... I don't even know at this point. @@ @@ You: So you were crying cause they found him again? @@ @@ Mom: Yes. @@ She looks towards the entrance to the room before continuing. @@ Mom: There was always so many steamy scenes when he was alive. He brings the eye candy levels up for sure. @@ @@ You: Wow. It's a soap opera, how steamy can it get. @@ She grins and once again looks towards the hallway. @@ Mom: I'll show you. @@ She clicks through the PVR and finds an episode of the show that was recorded 4 years ago. @@ You: How many times have your rewatched this? @@ @@ Mom: Too many. @@ She clicks play and it auto starts where she had left off before, right in the middle of a full on soft core porn scene with 2 very attractive people. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/sc1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: How was this allowed on daytime TV? @@ @@ Mom: I don't know. But each time I see it, I thank the lord it was. @@ As you chuckle at her excitement over the scene you notice something else about her. @@ You: Wow Mom. He really does jingle your jollies doesn't he?@@ You look towards her very erect nipples that are now easily showing through her shirt. @@ Mom: What? @@ @@ You: I can see your nipples are hard. @@ @@ Mom: Oh god. @@ @@ You: I know what its like to have to deal with it. It happens to me at the worse times possible mostly. Even now, look. @@ <<linkreplace "Show her">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/nips1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: See. It's always an issue for me. @@ @@ Mom: Well when you play with them like that it will be. @@ @@ You: Oh. Do yours get hard when they are played with? @@ @@ Mom: Of course. @@ @@ You: I've never had anyone play with mine before actually. Just myself. @@ She seems caught in a trance as she watches you continue to play with your nipples. @@ Mom: Well you seem to be doing a good job yourself. @@ @@ You: Can I try it with yours? @@ She shakes her head looking towards the hall again, and smiles awkwardly. @@ Mom: Now why would you do that? @@ //Need a good reason... fuck, I got nothing. // @@ You: Well I've never seen anyones nipples except my own, or touched. I've never learned how to do it. @@ //That sounds so fucking stupid. // She smiles awkwardly again and starts turning a light shade of red. @@ Mom: I guess I really didn't do much sex talk with you guys did I? Go ahead. @@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Mom: Before I change my mind. @@ <<linkreplace "Play with Mom's nipples">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/nips2.webm"></video></center> She doesn't react in anyway to your touch, and actually tilts her head back to let you do what you want. Light moans start to escape her mouth after a minute, so you start to wonder how far you can take this. Mom is much easier to move forward with than the rest of the Family. <<linkreplace "Try to lick one">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/nips3.webm"></video></center> She once again doesn't react and lets you explore with your tongue as much as you like until you hear footsteps in the hallway. She jumps up from the couch and adjusts her top just in time to see your Brother come around the corner. @@ Brother: You ok Mom? Looking kinda flush.@@ He pauses studying her face a little more. @@ Brother: And like you were crying? What the hell did you do to her Cutie.@@ His face goes blank realising what he just called you in front of Mom. @@ Mom: Yes I'm fine. And don't call your Sister Cutie. That's just plain weird. @@ @@ You: Exactly. @@ She walks past him out of the room, and you follow quickly after in different directions. <<set $m7 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway7" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> While being lazy watching youtube on your computer, your phone makes the alert sound for an email. You open it to see a new comment from Thic-Thot. //Ugh. // Ever since your brother confronted you about the site you have felt a little weird about uploading to it. //Fuck it. Let's see what some asshole online has to say this time. // this chick is near perfection. if i could I would subscribe twice. can't wait to see more!!! //Oh wow. A nice one. // Only thirty seconds after reading it your door swings open. @@ Brother: Hey Cutie! @@ @@ You: Dammit. @@ He walks in and closes the door behind him. @@ Brother: You see that nice comment someone left on your page? @@ @@ You: Yes I did. How the fuck did you see it so fast? @@ @@ Brother: I set up an alert for your page. It dings whenever something changes on it. So posts or comments set it off, and sometimes they will just change something slightly and it will ding then too. @@ Your honestly stunned at the crazy depths he has gone through to see you naked... more. @@ You: You've seen everything I have to offer. Why would you need an alert? Psycho.@@ @@ Brother: I haven't seen everything. @@ @@ You: You literally did, multiple times. @@ @@ Brother: Nope. I haven't seen you finger yourself. Or use a dildo. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Brother: Haven't seen you give a lapdance. @@ @@ You: Ok. @@ @@ Brother: I haven't seen you give a handjob or blowjob. @@ You roll your eyes at him. @@ Brother: Haven't seen you have sex. @@ @@ You: I get it. @@ @@ Brother: Haven't seen you get pounded from behind and have your face shoved into the pillow. @@ //Woah!// @@ You: Alight enough. Jesus, you put a lot of thought into what you want to see your sister do... perv. @@ @@ Brother: Well yea. I think you should up the ante on your page though. @@ @@ You: Do you even know what "up the ante" means? @@ @@ Brother: Something to do with cards, whatever. The point is, you can be raking in boatloads of cash off these lonely losers online. @@ You can't help back crack up. @@ Brother: What's funny? @@ @@ You: You called yourself a lonely loser. @@ The expression on his face changes to annoyance. @@ Brother: I'm trying to help. @@ @@ You: Who said I needed help? @@ He pauses, clearly trying to come up with an actual reason. @@ Brother: Uh... me. @@ @@ You: Uh huh. Sure. And why do I need it? @@ @@ Brother: Cause you could be making so much more money. @@ @@ You: Yea, you said that already. @@ @@ Brother: And then giving me some. @@ @@ You: THERE IT IS! The only reason. Greed. @@ @@ Brother: And lust! @@ @@ You: Ew. @@ @@ Brother: So can I help? @@ You stop to think for a second, and come to the same reasoning he did. Greed. @@ You: Fine. How do you plan on helping. @@ He doesn't say anything, just picks up his phone and starts typing. A minute later he stops and your phone goes off with an alert sound. @@ You: Did you just text me your idea? Fucking weirdo. @@ @@ Brother: No. @@ You pick up the phone and see a new email from Thic-Thot. <<linkreplace "1 new comment from KaysBro04">> this is kays actual brothers account. she just told me she will give me a handjob if she hits 300 subcribers, lets go boys!!!!! @@ You: I will fucking not. @@ @@ Brother: You realize how much money that is? Just to touch my dick? @@ You try to do the mental math, but get distracted after a few seconds by your phone going off again. 2 New subscribers. 1 new comment. actual brother? fucking nuts, this is what dreams are made of. i got to spam this shit everywhere to get her to 300 @@ You: God fucking dammit. Delete it dumbass. @@ @@ Brother: Sure I'll delete it. If you give me a handjob right now. @@ @@ You: How about I kick you in the nuts and just go delete it myself. @@ @@ Brother: Well then I'll just go tell Dad that your a internet whore. @@ Being called a whore actually triggers a response in you. But not the one you thought it would be. It almost feels like you just got told you did a good job, for some reason unknown to yourself. @@ You: I'm... not giving you a handjob. @@ Your phone goes off again telling you there are now 7 new subscribers. @@ You: UGH! @@ @@ Brother: It's working. @@ @@ You: Get out. @@ You stand up and start pushing him to the door. @@ Brother: Wait. Can I at least see something before you kick me out. @@ //The fucking nerve. // @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: I'm not picky. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip6.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Now get out. @@ You turn back around, shove him out the door a close it on his face. //Why did I even do that? // Your phone goes off again with another email alert. @@ You: FUCK! @@ You toss it on the bed and go back to the youtube video you were watching. <a data-passage="8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You wake up peacefully after turning your phone on silent in the middle of the night. Reaching out and picking it up you hesitate before turning on the screen and seeing 83 new emails from Thic-Thot. //This little fuck really thinks I'm going to give him a handjob for money. // After gathering the courage to check the site you find your new subscriber count is still only 191. //HAH. Didn't even work. // You feel so relieved you get up to go show him that his plan didn't work. <center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You toss the door open and see he is still fast asleep. //Perfect. // You walk over to his bed with the intent to sit on him, but something stops you in your tracks. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/mw1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: You can just move the blanket and get it over with now. I'm sure your over 300 subs by now anyway. @@ @@ You: Shut the fuck up. That's why I'm here. @@ @@ Brother: Perfect. Go for it. @@ He starts to move the blanket off himself but you stop him before he gets it off completely. @@ You: No idiot. Look. @@ You point your phone screen in his direction. @@ Brother: Nice! @@ @@ You: Nice? @@ He has a big grin on his face and you see his dick twitch under the blanket. @@ Brother: It's a great picture. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ You turn the phone around and look at it yourself. <center><img src= "img/tt2.jpg" /></center> @@ You: God dammit. It must of scrolled down. Here. @@ You go back up on the page to the subscriber count and see it's now 194. //Fuck. // Then you show him once again. @@ Brother: Hmm. I really thought it was going to work instantly. Oh well. Guess I just have to wait until tonight sometime. @@ @@ You: What? Why? @@ @@ Brother: For you to hit 300 subs. Duh. @@ You stop to think for a second and realise there was no time frame set on the deal. @@ You: Uh. @@ //Why the hell did I think there was a certain amount of time it had to be done in? Am I the idiot? // @@ Brother: Now unless you plan on doing it early, or giving me a show. I got something to take care of. @@ He reaches his hand under the blanket and clearly grabs his dick. @@ You: Oh god. @@ You get up to leave while glancing back to see he has started stroking it while watching your ass. @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Brother: Can you blame me? Just look how it moves. It's hypnotizing. @@ You can't help but smile as you get to the door and pause. @@ You: I'll give you a show... if you change the number to 400. @@ @@ Brother: They are not going to like that. Might be a riot if you go changing goals. @@ @@ You: Ok. You can record the show and I'll upload it with a title that says it was you. @@ @@ Brother: That will just make the goal easier to hit. Deal.@@ <<linkreplace "do it">> You walk over next to him and hand him your phone. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/mw2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Oh fuckin hell. @@ Your trying to sneakily watch as he starts stroking his dick again under the blanket. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/mw3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: HEY! @@ You turn quickly and smack his hand away hard. But as soon as you do, you also see his expression change and his whole body starts twitching slightly. After a couple seconds he stops and has a big smile on his face. @@ Brother: Worth it. @@ @@ You: Unbelievable. @@ You have nothing else to add, so you just look at him for a few more seconds as he lays there in pure extacy, then leave his room. <a data-passage="hallway8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <<set $d8 to 0>> <<set $b8 to 0>> <<set $m8 to 0>> <<set $k8 to 0>>

You go looking for your Dad and once again find him in his "Safe space". <center><img src= "img/basement.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hey Daddy. @@ You say just as you turn the corner and see him. @@ Dad: HEY! @@ He points to the wall to your left. You see a printed out sheet of paper tacked to the wall. <center><img src= "img/safespace.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Really Dad? @@ He just points to it again. @@ You: But what if I just wanted to spend some time with you? You going to deny your only daughter some Daddy time? @@ You realise as you say it, that it sounded way more sexually intense then you meant it too, and you see him start to look a little embaressed. @@ Dad: You can stay. But no touching. @@ @@ You: Ok. Thanks Daddy. @@ You wander around the table for a few minutes, checking out all the intricate parts of the small model town he build over the last 10 years. He hasn't gone back to what he was doing yet, instead he is watching you intensly, mostly your hands and face but every now and then you see him checking out other parts of your body and it starts to turn you on. @@ You: Are you not going to continue? @@ He eyes you with mistrust. @@ Dad: Maybe. @@ He leans over and picks up the tiny bush he was trimming. @@ You: You really don't trust me do you? @@ @@ Dad: Last time I left you unwatched down here, you broke my north station. @@ @@ You: I what? @@ @@ Dad: The red brick building by your right hand. You destroyed it. @@ @@ You: When? @@ @@ Dad: Seven years ago. @@ @@ You: Seven years ago? I was 11. @@ @@ Dad: So? @@ @@ You: Dad. I think you might be being a little unreasonable. I'm an adult now. See? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dboobs1.webm"></video></center> He can't help but stare as you bounce for him. //Too easy. // @@ Dad: And what does having big boobs have to do with breaking my stuff? @@ @@ You: Uh. Cause a kid that would break stuff wouldn't have them. Duh. @@ He smiles a little and goes back to the tiny bush. //Wow. He handled that really well. Guess we are moving forward. Maybe I should test how forward. // You walk around the table to be next to him. @@ You: What's with the bush anyway? @@ @@ Dad: What do you mean? It's a bush. There are hundreds of them. Look. @@ He gestures to the table and you glance around seeing his point. //Here we go! // You feel a nervous bubble in your throat as you go to speak. @@ You: Yea but do you like bush? Or are you more of a clean cut kinda man? @@ You try to keep a straight face but inside your screaming. His gaze doesn't leave the bush but you can tell he is thinking hard about what to say. @@ Dad: Well it depends on the area really. A nice bush could really tie things together. @@ <<linkreplace "Go for it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dpussy1.webm"></video></center> He is clearling looking exactly where you want him too but he turns away quickly after, and starts clearing his throat. @@ Dad: Uh, that looks great the way it is Cutie. Wouldn't change a thing. Now can you please leave my safe space. @@ He points to the paper stuck to the wall again. //Well that was weird. // @@ You: Ok Daddy. @@ //Progress is progress though. // As you are leaving your skirt hooks on a model tree on the edge of the table and causes it to fall to the floor. Completely unharmed. @@ Dad: WELL NOW WHAT DID YOU BREAK? @@ //WOAH! // @@ You: It's fine Daddy. See? @@ You pick it up and put it back where it was, and you wouldn't even be able to tell anything happened. @@ Dad: I told you not to break anything and you still almost did. Not good enough. Get over here. @@ He points to the floor next to him. @@ You: Ok. Jeez. It's perfectly fine. @@ You get next to him again and he grabs your arm. @@ Dad: Bend over. @@ @@ You: HUH? @@ @@ Dad: Now. @@ <<linkreplace "Bend over ">> @@ You: Alright, fine. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/spank3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Really Daddy? Again? @@ He stops mid spanking leaving his hand on your bare ass. @@ Dad: Not good enough huh? Guess you are a little old for normal spankings. Time for an upgrade I guess. @@ You watch as he starts to remove his belt. @@ You: Your joking right? @@ @@ Dad: Were you joking when you broke that tree? @@ @@ You: It's just a little tree. It can't be worth that much. And it's not even broken. It's perfectly fine. @@ @@ Dad: Thats not the point. The point is that you could have broken something again. Now bend over. @@ He has finshed taking his belt off and is waiting for you to comply. @@ You: No. It's going to hurt. @@ @@ Dad: That's why it's a punishment. @@ You think to maybe run away up the stairs to safety. But you also really want to see where this might lead. And also the pain from the normal spanking was actually turning you on, so your unsure how you will react to the belt. But once again you look at it and a flight response kicks in and you attempt to flee, but he reaches out and grabs your arm just in time. @@ Dad: No running from a punishment in this house Cutie. @@ He bends you over a metal chair and begins. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/spank4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Ow. Daddy please? @@ @@ Dad: Please what? @@ @@ You: Stop.@@ You feel tears welling up in your eyes but your pussy is as wet as it ever has been before. He spanks you one last time and stops to let your rub your butt. @@ Dad: Did you learn your lesson? @@ @@ You: What lesson? @@ @@ Dad: Clearly you didn't. @@ <<linkreplace "Continue">> @@ Dad: Going to have to remove these, they are blocking too much skin.@@ @@ You: No wait! @@ He doesn't listen. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/spank5.webm"></video></center> He ends with one final smack that hits on spot that was hit a lot already, causing you to cry out in pain. @@ You: AHHH! OK. I'm sorry. I won't break anything down here ever again Daddy. @@ You hear the basement door open and your Mother yell out from above. @@ Mom: Everything ok down there? @@ He smacks your ass one last time as if to tell you to respond. You stand up and resituate your clothes as you walk to the stairs. @@ You: Yea Mom. I just stepped on a tiny tree. Those things are harder than they look. @@ @@ Mom: Well I hope you didn't break it. Last time I broke something down there your Father... well never mind. @@ She closes the door again without letting you question her. You turn back to see your father has already started working on finding the spot where the tree was supposed to be. @@ You: A little defensive of your tiny town aren't yah? @@ He just points to the paper that is now behind you. <center><img src= "img/safespace.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Right.@@ You turn to walk up the stairs while rubbing your ass. <<set $d8 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> While walking to the kitchen you look into the living room and see your brother has anime on the TV but is currently looking at his phone. @@ You: What'cha looking at twerp. @@ He pops up startled and hides his phone. @@ Brother: Nothing. @@ @@ You: Well now I'm really interested. @@ He pauses for a second clearly thinking about how to get something out of this situation. @@ Brother: Ok here. @@ He holds out the phone to you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bphone1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Jesus Christ. Why would you show me that. @@ @@ Brother: You asked me too, and I'm trying to be a good brother now.@@ He says with a big grin on his face. @@ You: Why would you even want to see that? You can basically see my ass whenever you want to now. Her ass isn't that great anyway. @@ You say knowing full well its a lie. @@ Brother: It's hotter than your's. @@ @@ You: You wish you could see my ass in that scene. @@ @@ Brother: Your god damn right I do. @@ @@ You: Wow. That's just gross. @@ @@ Brother: I didn't say it would be me behind you. @@ @@ You: I didn't either, perv. @@ @@ Brother: Right. @@ He clearly looks like he lost his edge and is reverting back to the more passive version of himself, rather than the new blackmailing version. //Well shit. Guess I have to try to fix this now. // @@ You: Actually, I need a new video for... @@ You stop and look behind you quickly to make sure your parents aren't nearby. @@ You: For my page. Since you want to be involved. Maybe you can record it. @@ A smile quickly appears on his face. @@ Brother: Fuck yea I can. @@ //Perfect. // @@ You: OK. Uh... @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ You: I'm really bad with ideas for these video actually. @@ @@ Brother: Well that's cause your a chick. Here let me record one and I bet it will get way more views than the others.@@ He taps the couch next to him as if for you to lay down. @@ You: I don't know about this. Don't go getting ahead of yourself now. @@ You reluctantly start laying down next time him. At first on your back, but then you think about what that gives him easy access too and quickly switch to laying on your stomach. @@ You: There. Do your thing... I guess. @@ He takes out his phone and you both take one more look at the hallway to make sure no one can see you. He hits record on his phone and actually starts talking. @@ Brother: Hey sis. @@ @@ You: Huh. What? @@ He stops recording and lowers his phone. @@ Brother: Wow. Try to act natural. @@ @@ You: What the fuck do you mean. What are you even doing? @@ @@ Brother: Just trust me. Act like you don't know I'm recording. @@ @@ You: And in this fake world are also blackmailing me? Or am I just a slut? @@ @@ Brother: UHHH. You just love teasing me, your younger brother. @@ @@ You: You are my younger brother... and I do love teasing you. @@ You look back over your shoulder and smirk at him. @@ Brother: Ha ha ha. Just act it up a bit for the video. But don't make it seem fake. Some people hate when it's fake. @@ @@ You: But it is fake. @@ @@ Brother: Not really. @@ @@ You: Why can't you just record my ass and I upload it? Easy. @@ @@ Brother: Wow. You really don't want to succeed, do you? @@ @@ You: FINE. Whatever, just do what your going to do. @@ <<linkreplace "Record">> @@ Brother: Hey sis. @@ @@ You: Hi... what do you want? @@ You feel him get tense at your terrible acting, so you try to relax abit. @@ You: Shouldn't you be in school? @@ He pauses for a second not expecting to have to improv. @@ Brother: Um, I took the day off. Cause I knew you would be home alone. @@ @@ You: And why would that be worth missing a full day of school? @@ @@ Brother: Cause you let me see you naked. @@ @@ You: Your big sis taking pity on her poor pathetic, loser, brother is not something you should be proud of. @@ He lightly pinches the bottom of your leg, out of view of the camera. @@ You: Just do what you want. Your going to do it anyway. @@ He grabs the top of your pants and starts pulling them down. //Shit. I'm not even wearing panties. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bphone2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow sis, trying to provide easy access for the men of the house? @@ The last touch was way to close and you jump up from the couch pulling your pants up in the process. @@ You: Ok twerp. That's close enough. @@ He taps his phone screen and stops recording. @@ Brother: Well guess I have to edit the last part. @@ @@ You: Sure just give it to me when your done. @@ You get up and walk away, but just as you hit the hallway you hear him talk again. @@ Brother: Two hundred and eighty three now by the way. @@ @@ You: Shush you. @@ //Fuuuuuuuuck. // <<set $b8 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

@@ Mom: Hey Sweetie, can you come here for a second? @@ @@ You: Ok Mom. @@ <center><img src= "img/P Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You enter her room to see her in the middle of trying on bras. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/bra1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Whoa! A couple seconds earlier and I could of got a free show. @@ She gives you a very odd look. @@ Mom: Are you gay? @@ Your face instantly gets hot and you feel the most embarrassed you can remember ever feeling. @@ You: What? No... I don't think so. Why? @@ @@ Mom: Well yesterday... @@ @@ You: Right. I just had an urge. That's all. @@ @@ Mom: And now your talking about getting to see my breasts, is a show. @@ @@ You: Why call them breasts? It takes the fun out of it. @@ She can't help but chuckle. @@ You: I'm not full on gay. Maybe a little. @@ @@ Mom: Ok well that's perfectly fine, I was... am like that too. Just remember that I am your Mother. @@ @@ You: I don't see why that matters, but sure Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Why wouldn't it matter? Would acting like that with your Father not be weird to you either? @@ Your cheeks start to feel hot once again after finally starting to feel normal. @@ You: I... @@ @@ Mom: Ok lets just skip the rest of this conversation and get to why I asked you here. @@ @@ You: This awkward conversation isn't why I'm here? @@ @@ Mom: No. I wanted to ask you if you wanted any of these bras? You have gotten more... uh, filled out lately, so my nice ones that don't fit anymore might be up your alley. @@ @@ You: Um, well there is a problem with that. @@ @@ Mom: What? @@ @@ You: Well, how about I just show you. @@ <<linkreplace "Show her">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/bra2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: See, I don't really wear them. @@ She stands there in amazement, staring at your chest. @@ Mom: Ever? @@ @@ You: Not really. At the gym or running I do. But other than that. There really isn't a point. @@ @@ Mom: Yea I can see that. @@ She gets behind you and start reaching her hands around to your chest. @@ You: Uh, Mom? @@ She doesn't respond. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/bra3.webm"></video></center> The door to the room opens and you both quickly seperate but neither of you manage to cover yourselfs in time as your father walks in looking at the floor then quickly peeks up and turns around again. @@ Dad: OH FUCK. Sorry. Sorry, I didn't know whatever is happening, was happening. @@ He quickly walks back out the door. She has a big smile on her face as you turn back to her. @@ You: What the hell was that? @@ @@ Mom: Guess it was one of those urges you were talking about. @@ She sticks her tongue out at you. @@ You: Yea but your old. Should you be having those still? @@ You quickly grab your shirt and run to the door putting it on. @@ Mom: Yea you better run. @@ <a data-passage="hallway8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $m8 to 1>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Just before dinner time your Mother walks into your room with a look on her face, you immediately don't like. @@ You: You're about to make me do something, aren't you? @@ She can't help but smile. @@ Mom: Sorry sweetie. I need you to go pick up a package at the mall... and get groceries. @@ @@ You: Jeez Mom. Why me? @@ @@ Mom: Your Father is still in his Safe Space mood, I don't want to bother him. @@ @@ You: Why not? @@ @@ Mom: Well, honestly... if I let him stay down there without interruption, he gets bored of it way faster than if I make him leave it.@@ She breaks into a chuckle and looks over her shoulder as if he might be standing there. @@ Mom: See, I used to drag him out of it or interupt him, and he would be down there for weeks. Now I just ignore him comeptely and he's done in a couple days. @@ @@ You: Well that's kinda devious. @@ @@ Mom: Married life... you will see it for yourself one day. @@ @@ You: Fine Mom. Do you have a list? @@ She takes her phone out of her pocket and fiddles with it for a few seconds. @@ Mom: Sent it to you. @@ You take a look at your phone and see a way longer list then you wanted to see. @@ You: Dammit. Wait, why can't you do it? @@ @@ Mom: Because I don't want too. And I hold the power in this house, now go. @@ @@ You: Pfft. @@ Just as she is turning to leave, your brother walks out of his room and over to your door. @@ Brother: The hell does this mean? @@ He holds up his phone with the same list you just got sent. @@ Mom: You have to go with her. @@ @@ You: UGH! @@ He smiles and looks towards your mother. @@ Brother: Oh, ok Mom. @@ She looks back at you with a very confused look on her face. @@ Mom: That was easy... do you two not hate eachother anymore? @@ @@ You: It's not real hate. @@ You can practially see his brain cells scrambling for thought. @@ Brother: I wanted to look for a new hat anyway. @@ @@ Mom: Ah, well don't take too long. You guys are going to pick up dinner on the way back as well. Your choice. @@ @@ Brother: Who's choice? @@ He points back and forth from himself then to you. @@ Mom: I don't care. Settle that amongst yourselves. @@ She walks away before he can say anything else, while he enters your room and closes the door. @@ You: What are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: So what do you plan on wearing on this trip? @@ You look down at your current clothes. <center><img src= "img/boring.jpg" /></center> @@ You: This? @@ @@ Brother: No way. That's boring as fuck. And we have a new target demographic to handle. @@ @@ You: What the hell are you on about now? @@ @@ Brother: The exhibitionists. @@ @@ You: The what? @@ At first you really didn't hear what he said, but it quickly comes to you as he is about to answer. @@ You: The public pervs, right? @@ @@ Brother: Exactly. @@ You can't help but roll your eyes at him. @@ You: Sure. What should I wear then? @@ You start taking off the pants and shirt you are currently wearing while your brother locks your door. @@ Brother: Something that will draw attention. @@ @@ You: Look at me. I always draw attention. @@ <<linkreplace "Showoff ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bshowoff1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow! @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: I don't even have to ask anymore? @@ //Why did I do that? // @@ You: You've already seen it all. So why does it matter? @@ @@ Brother: Also the ego, while some people will find it hot, im fairly certain it would be a low percentage. So maybe it would be better to relax that a bit. @@ You smirk at his forwardness. @@ You: Yes manager, sir. @@ He puffs his chest out jokingly. @@ Brother: Manager, sir. I like the sound of that. @@ @@ You: Oh god. Anyway. What am I wearing then? Manager, sir. @@ He fiddles around in your closet and dresser for a few minutes, pausing at your underwear drawer. @@ You: Don't get any ideas now. @@ He continues on and finally pulls out 3 outfits. A gym outfit, a long shirt/dress, and a skirt and tank top. @@ You: Ok. Which one? @@ @@ Brother: We are going to start in the gym outfit. Lets go. @@ @@ You: Start? @@ He grabs the other two outfits and walks out the door. @@ You: What the fuck? @@ <a data-passage="trip8part2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

As you walk into the garage, you see he is already in the drivers seat of the SUV waiting for you, with your extra clothes on the back seat. @@ You: And who said you get to drive? @@ @@ Brother: The manager did. @@ You roll your eyes at him. @@ You: So you did? @@ @@ Brother: Exactly. @@ You hop in the passenger seat and he starts to drive to the first destination. @@ Brother: Ok, so once we get far enough away from the house, you should record a video. @@ @@ You: What video? @@ @@ Brother: Just a simple flashing video, but make sure you mention I'm the one driving, you know, your brother. @@ @@ You: Right... and how do I do that? @@ He clearly can't come up with a way either as you both sit in silence for a couple minutes, while leaving the neighbourhood. @@ Brother: Ok, go for it. @@ @@ You: I don't know what to say though. @@ @@ Brother: You'll figure it out. @@ @@ You: Ugh. @@ <<linkreplace "Record ">> @@ You: Mom needed some stuff picked up, so of course she sent me... at least I have my little brother here to tease, so I don't get bored. @@ You turn the phone at him then back to your self. @@ Brother: Don't show my face! @@ @@ You: I didn't, dumbass. Now I have to do it again. @@ @@ Brother: It was kinda weak anyway. @@ @@ You: Fuck you. @@ You hit record again. @@ You: Mom has a list of stuff for me to do today, but at least she sent my little brother along too, so I don't get bored. @@ You once again pan the camera to him making sure not to show his face then back to yourself. You pause for a second thinking about someone randomly walking by and getting a view of your boobs. //No turning back. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow. @@ You hit stop. @@ You: Well your voice will be in the end, dumbass. @@ @@ Brother: That's fine. And can you stop with all the name calling? @@ @@ You: Not until you give me a reason to call you something else. @@ You see his brain kick into overdrive. @@ Brother: You can call me manager. @@ @@ You: Nah.@@ @@ Brother: Or sir. @@ @@ You: Nope.@@ He looks right over into your eyes. @@ Brother: How about Daddy? @@ @@ You: IN YOUR DREAMS.@@ You both laugh. @@ Brother: One day. @@ @@ You: Uh huh. Now keep your eyes on the road, dipshit. @@ <<linkreplace "At the parking lot ">> @@ Brother: Ok, now change into this. @@ He hands you the dress. @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Brother: So we can record another video. @@ @@ You: Why can't I just do it again in what I'm wearing? @@ @@ Brother: Cause I'm trying to make it seem like it's multiple days. Like this relationship between us has been going on for a while. @@ @@ You: Oh. ok... I guess. I don't know why that would matter, but whatever. @@ You hop into the back seat and start to change. Luckily all the windows in the car are tinted so you aren't to worried about anyone seeing you. @@ You: There. Happy? @@ You slip back up into the front seat. @@ Brother: Now let's do a video of you getting out of the car and showing me under the dress. @@ @@ You: Out of the car? Why? @@ @@ Brother: Cause it's hot as fuck and people are into this stuff, including me. Now go. @@ He gives you a little shove. @@ You: Alright. No need to get pushy. @@ <<linkreplace "Do it ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Looking good, Sis. @@ He stops recording. @@ You: Sis? Have you ever called me that? @@ @@ Brother: Maybe, I don't know. It's better then your name though cause then they know I'm your brother. @@ @@ You: Or your lying. @@ @@ Brother: But I'm not. @@ @@ You: Which they don't know. @@ He gets a stunned kinda look on his face and just stares at you for a few seconds. @@ You: Ok ok ok, let's go... Daddy. @@ You watch his face turn a bright shade of red and he gulps nervously. @@ You: Wow. That worked way better then I thought it would. @@ You stick your tongue out at him and close the door. <a data-passage="trip8part3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/mall.jpg" /></center> After a few seconds he joins you walking into the mall, holding a bag in his hand. @@ You: What's in the bag? @@ @@ Brother: Your third outfit. @@ @@ You: And just where do you expect me to change into it? @@ @@ Brother: I don't know. @@ @@ You: Wow.@@ You both walk side by side without talking for a while, and collect the package your mother sent you to get. @@ Brother: What do you think it is? @@ @@ You: I have no clue. And I'm going to respect her privacy. @@ @@ Brother: Well yea... but you aren't even a little curious ? @@ @@ You: Of course I am. But we got it from a pick up spot for a shipping company. It could literally be anything. @@ @@ Brother: Right. So what's next? @@ Both of you continue on into the mall. @@ Brother: Want to try on some clothes? @@ @@ You: Not particularly. @@ @@ Brother: Could be fun. @@ @@ You: For you probably. @@ //Well I guess it could be fun for me too. // @@ You: Ok. I choose the store though. @@ You take him to your favourite clothing store, and over the next 20 mintues you see any form of happiness drain from his face, as he now sits on the "boyfriend bench" waiting. Just as you find a nice pair of gym shorts you recieve a text message. Brother: record a video in there, that will get some views for sure //Of course. // You don't respond, but make eye contact with him, with an accepting look, then walk over and take his phone out of his hand, and proceed to the changing room. He doesn't say anything and you start to question yourself why you took his phone when your own would do perfectly fine. //More fun this way. // <<linkreplace "Record">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic5.webm"></video></center> After recording the video you snap a picture of your chest as well for good measure then change back into your own clothes. <center><img src= "img/mallboobs.jpg" /></center> //Wonder how long it will take him to find that. // You step back out into the store and return the shorts your tried on, your brother comes over to you with his hand extended for his phone. @@ Brother: Not going to buy those? @@ @@ You: Seventy dollar gym shorts? Nah, I'm good. @@ He starts looking around at the price tags on all the clothing. @@ Brother: Holy shit. This place is expensive as fuck. @@ @@ You: Yup. So I need you to get your manager skills up and make us loads of cash, k? @@ He picks his phone up and watches back the video you just recorded. @@ You: Hey! What the hell. Someone might see your screen, stupid. @@ @@ Brother: Yea, kinda hot isn't it? The thought of someone seeing your ass? @@ You get lost in thought for a second, and start to actually be convinced by his words. @@ You: Maybe. @@ @@ Brother: Perfect. A couple more videos then we go pick up dinner. @@ @@ You: My choice, by the way. @@ @@ Brother: I'll agree to that if you record the videos I say. @@ @@ You: We'll have to see about that one. @@ He starts walking with purpose now and after a few minutes, leads you into the blanket section of a store. @@ You: Why are we here? @@ @@ Brother: I actually do need to get something. A new blanket. @@ @@ You: Let me guess. Yours has mysterious white stains all over it? @@ He ignores your comment and starts looking up and down the aisles nearby. @@ Brother: Here's a perfect spot for the next video. @@ @@ You: Here? Literally anyone can come around one of these corners. @@ @@ Brother: Well you better be quick before they do.@@ @@ You: I hate you. @@ He hits record on his phone and aims it at you expectantly. <<linkreplace "Do it ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Happy? @@ @@ Brother: Almost. Just one more. Here you take my phone again and record another. @@ @@ You: Fine. Then that's it. We get food and go home. @@ @@ Brother: Probably. @@ You take his phone and walk off into the next few aisles while he searches for a new blanket. While walking up the pet food aisle an older man clearly stops and stares at you, like he is trying to molest you with his eyes. //WOAH! That is way more of a turn on then it should be. // //Oh god. I really need to get a grip. Now I'm getting wet from old men staring at me. This is not good. // He walks away finally and you wait for the aisle to be completely empty before picking the phone up and hitting record. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic6.webm"></video></center> //Easy. // As you start to head back to your brother, you see the older guy is standing at the end of the aisle still and might of even had a view of you. He doesn't acknowledge you as you walk by, now turning pink in the face with embaressment. @@ Brother: What happened? @@ Your brother can clearly tell something is wrong. @@ You: I'm done with your stupid videos? @@ @@ Brother: First of all, they're your videos. And why? @@ @@ You: Some old dude probably just got a perfect view of my tits. @@ @@ Brother: Hot. @@ You slap him on the arm. @@ You: That's not hot, dumbass. It's creepy. @@ You both start to head to the checkout with his blanket and walk passed the old guy. Your brother leans towards you and whispers. @@ Brother: Him? @@ @@ You: Yea. @@ @@ Brother: Lucky you didn't give him a heart attack. Actually... @@ He looks back again for a few seconds then to you again and breaks out in laughter. @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: Look for yourself. @@ You try to be subtle and turn to see the old guy is still just standing in the same spot, reading a label on a bag of dog food. @@ You: I don't get it. @@ @@ Brother: Look down. @@ You shift your eyes down and see the front of the old mans sweat pants, with a clear buldge in them. @@ You: Ew ew ew. Gross. @@ He breaks into laughter again and you both continue on to the checkout, then finish inside the mall, and head back out to the parking lot. @@ Brother: Perfect. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ He starts walking off towards the escalator. @@ You: Wrong way. @@ @@ Brother: Nope it's the exact right way. Take off your underwear. @@ @@ You: NO. What the fuck is wrong with you? @@ @@ Brother: Trust me. It will be great. @@ @@ You: What will be? @@ @@ Brother: You go up in front of me and bend over. And say something to me like we just finshed shopping. @@ @@ You: We did just finish shopping... @@ @@ Brother: So it should sound natural this time. @@ @@ You: Ugh. @@ You take a loot around and see there is absolutely no one in view. He clearly sees the same thing. @@ Brother: Perfect timing. Let's go. @@ @@ You: Still hate you. @@ <<linkreplace "Take them off ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic8.webm"></video></center> You walk over and hand them to him, and walk off towards the escalator. As you get to the bottom of it and start to step on, you notice he isn't with you. You take a look back and see he is standing in the open, staring down at his hand with your panties in it. @@ You: Really? Snap out of it. It's just fabric. @@ @@ Brother: Yea and part of it is wet fabric. Wonder what made this happen? @@ He says with a big grin as he walks up behind you. @@ You: Shush. Now record this stupid video, so we can go get food finally. @@ You step onto the escalator and take one final look around before bending over and giving him the view of a lifetime. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic7.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Ok Bro. That's your reward for carrying all the bags. Hope you got a good angle. @@ He stops recording and you both start heading back to the car. @@ Brother: Amazing. The pervs online will love you after today. @@ @@ You: Yea yea yea. Don't get used to it. @@ @@ Brother: We'll see about that. What's for dinner anyway? @@ @@ You: PIZZA! @@ @@ Brother: Aww man. @@ @@ You: Your a freak, you know that? Who doesn't love pizza. Absolute psychopath. @@ <a data-passage="night8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> When you both return home with the completed list, your mother takes the package straight to her room without opening it. @@ Brother: Well now I'm way more curious than I was before, she didn't even want to open it with us nearby. @@ @@ You: It's none of our business, so leave it alone. @@ You give him a smack on the upper arm just as your mother starts to decend the stairs again. @@ Mom: And of course you got pizza. Wasn't really much of a question who would get to decide the food. @@ @@ Brother: Right? @@ @@ Mom: The princess always gets her own way after all. @@ @@ You: No I don't. @@ @@ Brother: Sure you do, princess. @@ @@ You: Don't call me that. @@ @@ Mom: Can you go get your father for dinner? Princess. @@ @@ You: Yes, but only if I am never called princess again. @@ @@ Brother: I can't make such a promise. It goes against everything I stand for. @@ @@ You: Whatever. @@ You walk down the stairs to the "safe space" to retrieve your father and find him layed out on top of the table, messing with a pole in the center. @@ You: Uh, Daddy? @@ He twitches and nearly cracks the tower and you instinctively cover your ass, for fear of more spankings. @@ Dad: Kaley... your down here again today? @@ @@ You: Mom told me to get you for dinner. I got pizza for us. @@ You know he loves pizza just as much as you do. @@ Dad: Perfect. I'll be up in a minute. @@ Five minutes later, everyone is sat at the table, having idle conversations and eating pizza just as your father perks up after seeing something on your brothers phone. @@ Dad: Damn boy. Someone send you those? @@ Your brother quickly looks in your direction with an embarrassed look, then back to him. @@ Brother: Uhhhhh. Yea. A girl from... highschool. She left the city to go to... nursing school. @@ @@ You: Who the hell do you know, that is going to be a nurse? @@ He looks in your direction again while going red in the face. //What the fuck is wrong with this nerd. // @@ Dad: Well whoever she is, she's got one amazing set of tits on her. @@ A loud slap sound can be heard but you dont acknowledge it. Instead you are now in full panic mode after realising your father just saw your boob pic you left on your brother's phone. //Was my face in it? I don't think it was. // Then your pulled from your own mental panic by another slap sound, this time it's coming from where your brother is sat. @@ Brother: OW! @@ @@ Mom: I taught you better than to be looking at such things at the dinner table. @@ @@ Brother: I didn't know it was going to be there. @@ @@ Mom: And you... @@ She turns to your father again. @@ Mom: That girl is the same age as your daughter, and you're talking about her breasts like that. @@ @@ Dad: Well you didn't see them. @@ Slap. @@ Dad: Show her, Zach. So she will stop the violence. @@ @@ Brother: Show her? I'm good. That will surely end badly for me. @@ @@ Dad: It's the only way out of it now boy. She needs to see why I couldn't keep my mouth shut. @@ Your mother just sits there, waiting for someone to do something. @@ You: I really don't think we need to see some random boobs, Dad. @@ @@ Dad: Oh they aren't random. They're just about perfect. @@ Slap. //He just called my boobs perfect. // Your bother looks back to you with a concerned look. But all you can offer in return is silence and a shrug. @@ Brother: Fine. It's not my boobs. @@ <center><img src= "img/mallboobs.jpg" /></center> He turns the phone towards your Mother which happens to give you a perfect view as well. @@ Mom: Oh. @@ The room goes silent for a few seconds and he puts his phone back in his pocket. @@ Mom: Well, how about we just move on then.@@ @@ Dad: Told you. If you saw those accidentally, there is no way your keeping your mouth shut. @@ //Oh god. // The rest of the dinner, and the day, goes by uneventfully and you head up to your bedroom for the rest of the evening. Making sure to upload the videos that you have on your own phone, and remembering to take the ones on your brothers phone tomorrow. <a data-passage="9" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Your alarm goes off this morning just as you had plained. 8:45 am, exactly the time when you think your father will be in the shower. //Quickly, quickly, quickly. Before he's done. // You reach the bathroom door and find that it is indeed occupied. //Perfect. // You reach for the handle and pause with a thought. //I'm being a pervert right now... I'm just as bad a Zach. // You stand there for a few more seconds, deep in thought. //Am I actually a pervert? Do I really need to see my own Father in the shower? // //Do I really need to see his massive dick hanging between his legs... // //Do I really want to get on my knees in the shower in front of him, and offer my mouth and throat to him...// //Do I really want to have shoot his hot cum straight down my throat. // <<linkreplace "Imagine ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dshowerbj1.webm"></video></center> //OH GOD. I really really do want it. I need it. // You shove open the door. @@ You: Sorry, Daddy. @@ @@ Mom: Daddy? Do I look like your Daddy? @@ She pushes her butt against the shower door playfully. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mshower1.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Does this look like a hairy man ass? @@ You can't help but laugh at her. @@ You: No, it deffinetly doesn't. Sorry Mom. @@ @@ Mom: So you thought it was your father and you called him Daddy? And yet I'm Mom huh? @@ @@ You: You want me to call you Mommy? @@ She turns to face you, revealing her full frontal naked body. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mshower2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Oh wow. @@ @@ Mom: Guess I take that as compliment. Now why are you still here? @@ //Might as well try something. // @@ You: I need a shower too, and you probably just drained the hot water. So how about I just join you? Mommy? @@ Her face was turning towards a negative response until she hears the "Mommy". Then she can't help but smile. //Does that actually work on her too? // @@ Mom: Sure sweetie. Just make sure the door is locked this time. Apparently this whole house can't keep that door locked. @@ <<linkreplace "Undress">> @@ You: Maybe it's broken. @@ @@ Mom: Maybe it... @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mshower3.webm"></video></center> Her voice trails off as she watches you undress, and just as you step to the edge of the shower she regains herself. @@ Mom: How is it possible, for an eighteen year old girl, to have a body like that? @@ @@ You: Uh, thanks? Now make some room. @@ The awkwardness of trying to shower with your mother is quickly swept away as she just goes on about her routine, basically ignoring you. @@ You: How is this so easy for you? @@ She turns to face you and her boobs brush up against your own, causing her to giggle. @@ Mom: Well, your father and I shower together quite a bit. But I've never had to deal with these things in here before.@@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mshower4.webm"></video></center> //This might be a better outcome than I hoped for, after all. // @@ You: Um, Mommy? @@ @@ Mom: Sorry Sweetie. One of those urges again, I guess. @@ @@ You: It's ok... I liked it. @@ @@ Mom: Oh really? @@ She turns you away from her again, and wraps her hands around you, to fully grab your chest. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mshower5.webm"></video></center> A full minute goes by of her massaging your boobs, bringing you nearly to the edge of an orgasm, before she suddenly stops and starts getting out of the shower. //Nooooo. I didn't know I could cum from a massage. Fuck. // @@ You: Wait! @@ She turns around to face you while starting to dry herself. @@ Mom: What's wrong, sweetie? @@ @@ You: I... that felt really good. I didn't want it to stop. @@ She smiles almost in a knowing way and continues drying herself. @@ Mom: Maybe next time. That count's as the massage I owe you from the suntanning bet by the way.@@ She wraps the towel around herself and gives you one final sly smile before walking out of the bathroom. @@ You: Hell no it doesn't. @@ She doesn't respond and closes the door. //She fucking knows she almost made me cum. And she teased me for it. My Mom's the devil. // <a data-passage="hallway9" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<set $d9 to 0>> <<set $b9 to 0>> <<set $m9 to 0>> <<set $k9 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> Walking into the living room, you surprisingly see both your parents are watching the news. @@ You: Wow, Daddy's awake, and not in the basement. What happened? @@ @@ Dad: Don't want to talk about it. @@ @@ Mom: And why is that? @@ @@ You: Uh oh. Someone going to fill me in? @@ @@ Mom: I went down there, to give him his coffee, like a loving wife would... and I may have accidentally dropped it on the town. @@ @@ Dad: Exactly. A damn, black tsunami, took out main street. @@ @@ You: Ouch. That sucks. Why not just clean it and get back to it? @@ @@ Mom: Oh that's not why he isn't down there anymore. @@ @@ Dad: I don't think our daughter needs to hear anymore of the story. @@ @@ Mom: Oh really? She doesn't need to know that you tried to punish me? @@ //Oh boy. I know where this is going? // @@ You: Punish? He tried to spank you? @@ She gives you an odd look and a half hearted chuckle. @@ Mom: Spank? This ass has had thousands of spanks. @@ She actually stands up, turns around and pulls down her pants. Showing you and your father her red ass. <center><img src= "img/msass.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Ow. I know how that feels. @@ She gives you another curious look, but moves on as she pulls her pants back up. @@ You: So, I still don't understand. @@ @@ Mom: You want to tell you daughter what you did next? @@ He doesn't respond. He just sits there like a dog that was caught doing something wrong, @@ Mom: The next part was fine too...@@ She is clearly hesitating, not wanting to say the next words. @@ You: Ok? @@ @@ Mom: Matt? Are you going to apologize yet? @@ @@ Dad: Nope. @@ @@ You: Oh. So that's what this is all about. Some kinda power struggle. @@ @@ Mom: Exactly. So next he took his dick out and shoved it down my throat. @@ @@ You: MOM! @@ @@ Dad: Oh, for fucks sake. @@ @@ Mom: And honestly I'm fine with that too. Not much of a punishment, I was actually enjoying myself. @@ You can only sit in amazement now, as she continues the story. @@ Mom: Then he held my head in place, with his big dick down my throat, can't breath, can't see anymore through the tears. All while he is slapping my face. @@ <<linkreplace "Daydream">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbasement2.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: That's enough I think. No need to go any further. @@ You snap out of your daydreaming to them arguing once again. Both with slight smiles on their faces. @@ Mom: Then say it. @@ @@ Dad: No. @@ @@ You: You two are like teenagers. @@ @@ Mom: All he has to do is apologize. But you see, we have an agreement.@@ @@ You: Now it's starting to make more sense. @@ @@ Mom: Since christmas 2004, the first one of us to say "I'm sorry" to the other, has to be the others slave for a month. @@ @@ You: 2004? I was a baby. How did you guys go, basically your whole marriage, without apologizing to eachother? @@ @@ Dad: Easy, just don't say it. You can feel it, and show the other that you are, actually sorry. Just never say it. @@ @@ You: This is crazy childish. @@ @@ Mom: Well, we were in our very early twenties at the time. @@ @@ You: Ok so, back to the reason you want him to say it. @@ @@ Dad: No, I think were done now. @@ @@ Mom: Not unless you say it. @@ There is only silence while they stare at eachother, both actually smiling at this point. @@ Mom: Alright, next he pulled my barely conscious body over to the couch down there. @@ She pauses again, clearly waiting for a response from your Father, and when one isn't given, she continues. @@ Mom: He ripped off all my clothes, and starting fucking me right there. @@ <<linkreplace "Daydream again ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbasement1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Uhh. @@ You look back at your father, while imagining the scene, and all he does is shake his head slowly. @@ You: Really don't want to be a slave for a month, huh? I don't know what that would even mean, coming from Mom. @@ @@ Dad: That's exactly why I'm not doing it. @@ Your mother can't help but laugh. @@ Mom: But that still wasn't the issue. @@ @@ You: Oh really? @@ @@ Mom: Then, he broke rule number 1, when it comes to sex between us. @@ @@ Dad: Ok, that's enough this time. I'm putting my foot down. Our daughter does not need to know about rule number 1. @@ @@ Mom: Well... go on then. @@ He pauses, trying to decide if it's worth it or not. You look back at your mother and she has a very evil look on her face now. @@ You: Jeez Mom. Your a secret psycho aren't you? @@ @@ Dad: Fuck it. Tell her. There is no way in hell it will be easy to tell your own daughter why we have rule number 1. @@ @@ Mom: I don't have to tell her why it's a rule, just what the rule is. @@ He stands defiant, trying to call her bluff. @@ Mom: Rule number one, for sex between your father and I... @@ @@ Dad: Your serious? @@ She gives him an expecting look, but he doesn't respond. @@ Mom: Is no anal without prep. @@ @@ Dad: Fuckin hell. @@ @@ You: Oh... wow. I don't know if I wanted to hear that. @@ @@ Mom: Well luckily it didn't matter this time. I actually ended up making a different mess, cause he pinned me to the couch and wouldn't stop till I squirted all over the floor.@@ <<linkreplace "Get lost in a daydream ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbasement3.webm"></video></center> What feels like a full minute goes by of you daydreaming about the same encounter happening, but with you in place of your mother. Until you feel a hand on your shoulder and hear laughter from your mother. @@ Mom: Traumatized her, once again. @@ @@ Dad: Sorry Cutie. Your Mom's got a big mouth on her, and will clearly do anything to make me a slave. @@ @@ Mom: Truth. But I failed again. @@ @@ You: Uh, right. Better luck next time? @@ @@ Mom: Thank you. @@ She smiles and starts leaving the living room while smirking at your father. @@ Mom: Even your own daughter is against you. @@ //Well yea. Slave Daddy sounds way more fun. // As you are walking back up to your room to change your now soaked panties, your mom sings out to you from the kitchen. @@ Mom: By the way Sweetie, we are going on a family trip to the beach tomorrow. So pick out a nice bikini. @@ @@ You: Oh, awesome.@@ <<set $d9 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway9" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> After finally uploading and giving titles to all of the videos and pictures you took recently for Thic-Thot, you decide to check your main page. <center><img src= "img/tt.jpg" /></center> <center><img src= "img/tt2.jpg" /></center> //Of course that's still front and center. Can I delete it? // You click on the delete post button, but a little pop up appears in the middle of your screen that says. "You can't delete this so don't even try, Ho." //Oh right. Stupid site. // You scroll down next to the most recent post that you titled "Mall trip with Brother" The last video auto plays. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic7.webm"></video></center> //I completetly did that in the wrong order I guess, oh well. // A few more minutes of random scrolling and editing posts, when you are distracted by a text message. Brother: Yo //This idiot. // You: Yo? really? You: what you want Brother: need a favor You: and ur asking? not demanding? Brother: oh right. send me a nude //What's this twerp up to now? // You: why? so you can jerk off in your room? Brother: not home. Brother: went to buy a new game and ran into a high school "friend" You: ok? so why tf do you want a nude? Brother: listen i told him that im dating this smoking hot chick Brother: he called me a liar Brother: so send me a nude now A couple seconds go by of you getting a little angry at his tone, and yet kinda liking it. //I guess I can do it. // Brother: please You: ugh of what Brother: idc anything You: you realise it says my name on your phone right? Brother: i have your name set as slut now //WOW! // <<linkreplace "send a pic from album">> <center><img src= "img/text4.jpg" /></center> You: happy? A few minutes go by with no response, while you continue messing around on your page. Ding. Brother: he said i got it online. send me another You: wtf do you mean You: i didn't just take that pic idiot You: i did edit it though Brother: send the unedited then You: ffs your doing a lot to prove yourself to this dude You: how is he proving himself to you? Brother: he showed me a vid of him and his girl fucking You: oh Brother: she kinda big but still hot now send the pic You: ... <center><img src= "img/text5.jpg" /></center> A few more minutes go by before he finally responds again. Brother: thanks. now one last thing You: ? Brother: ass shot //Fuck it. // <center><img src= "img/text6.jpg" /></center> You: hope your not friend enjoyed seeing every part of me Brother: oh that last one was just for me LOL Brother: thanks for the help slut Brother: i mean sis :P You decide not to respond anymore, and just go back to editing. <<set $k9 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway9" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You finally have all of the posts fixed and edits made. You manged to fix the way the multi video post plays, and you've already picked out which bikini you plan on wearing tomorrow. Feeling like you actually accomplished something for once, you decide to end the night with a movie. 25 minutes later. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/movie2.webm"></video></center> Just as a sex scene is playing on the tv, your door opens, and your brother walks in. @@ Brother: Hey Princess. @@ He notices the tv. @@ Brother: Porn on the big screen huh? @@ You click pause on the remote and it pauses in a perfect spot with a set of boobs front and center. @@ You: It's not porn, moron. And don't call me that. @@ @@ Brother: Well your always calling me names, so I figured I should strike back. And it sure as hell looks like porn. @@ @@ You: Whatever. @@ @@ Brother: What would you rather me call you? Princess or Cutie? @@ @@ You: Neither. @@ His face turns into an evil smirk. @@ Brother: So, Slut would be better? @@ //FUCK! Why does that turn me on. This can't be who I am. // You watch as he studies your face for a second waiting for your response. @@ You: You realise if Mom or Dad hears you say that... @@ @@ Brother: Right. Might not be a good idea. @@ @@ Brother: But when I'm sure we are alone... @@ //This little fuck. // He smiles again. @@ Brother: I'll make sure to call you slut from now on. @@ You both stare at eachother for a few seconds. @@ You: What the fuck do you even want? @@ @@ Brother: Oh right. Mom told me about the beach trip tomorrow. You going? @@ @@ You: Of course I am, It's the beach. Why would I miss it? @@ @@ Brother: Well... I was looking at your subscriber count, which is 365 right now. @@ @@ You: I know. I get an email for every single one. @@ @@ Brother: But I was just thinking. You might hit 400 while we are at the beach. @@ @@ You: So? @@ @@ Brother: So then you will have to give me a handjob at the beach. @@ @@ You: Why would I? @@ @@ Brother: Cause them's the rules. @@ @@ You: The rules you just made up? @@ @@ Brother: Exactly. So, I was thinking instead of that. @@ //Oh I see where this is going. // @@ You: You want me to do it now? So I won't have to tomorrow? @@ @@ Brother: Precisely. @@ //Time to fuck with him a bit. // @@ You: Alright then. Whip it out. @@ His face turns to a blank stare, and he starts turning red. @@ Brother: Um. @@ @@ You: Might as well take all my clothes off then. Don't want your... stuff, getting on it. @@ <<linkreplace "Take it all off ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip7.webm"></video></center> You keep your eyes on his the whole time, trying to figure out his feelings. @@ Brother: Uh, I just take it out? @@ @@ You: Of course. Unless you want to ruin your pants. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bdick2.webm"></video></center> //God damn. Why does his dick have to be so... perfect? // @@ You: Ok so. @@ You walk up next to him. His eyes never leave your hand as you extend it towards his dick. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/tease1.webm"></video></center> His dick starts flexing almost immediately, so you know you need to act fast. <<linkreplace "Show him the subscriber count">> You fully grab his dick and lead him to your PC screen. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/lead.webm"></video></center> @@ You: See that? @@ You say while pointing at the number on the PC screen. @@ You: 366. Not 400 hundred. So no handjob dweeb. @@ You realise then that your still holding his dick so you let go, but it's too late. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bcum1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: EW! Fucking stop. @@ He doesn't respond as he releases cumshot after cumshot onto your desk and floor, til finally it stops. @@ You: Wow... I mean what the fuck. I told you to stop. @@ @@ Brother: You can't stop once you've started... at least I can't. @@ @@ You: Well you got your damn... stuff... all over everything. @@ You take a look over the desk to check where it went exactly. @@ You: Your lucky it's only on the desk and floor, and not the keyboard, or you would have to buy me a new one. @@ He clearly still hasn't caught back up to reality. @@ You: Go get something to clean this up with, dumbass. @@ You give him a shove towards the door, he stumbles and starts opening it. @@ You: Put your clothes back on first. @@ @@ Brother: Oh... right. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ You: Maybe it was a good thing we got that one out of the way. Would be fucking emabressing for you if I recorded that for my site. @@ You let out a chuckle as he now walks out the door fully clothed. He cleans his mess without saying a word then leaves again. //He has a long way to go, that's for sure. // <a data-passage="beach trip" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> While waking up, you feel pure excitement for the trip today. Even though you only got back from a beach vacation 10 days ago. Just as your getting up to get dressed your door opens, and in walks your Father. @@ You: Daddy? @@ You try to act modestly, realising your topless under the blanket. @@ Dad: Sorry Cutie, thought I was going to wake you up. @@ @@ You: So why not knock? @@ You stand up, wrapping the blanket around yourself in the process, giving him a little smile as you let the blanket drop slightly, revealing the top of your breasts. @@ Dad: Right. Yea... I probably should of done that. @@ He doesn't take his eyes off your chest as the blanket nearly drops. @@ You: What's wrong? Daddy. @@ @@ Brother: Uh. I just came to check what swim suit you plan on wearing. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Dad: Because... @@ You let the blanket drop a little more, to the point where it almost slips to your nipples, before you catch it and see his expression turn a little sad for a split second. @@ Dad: Because, I wont be spending the whole day shooing people away that are staring at my daughter. @@ //The set up. I have to do it. // <<linkreplace " You: Staring at this?">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease4.webm"></video></center> He can't help but stare for more than a few seconds before quickly walking to the door. @@ You: Daddy? Don't you want to check my bikini? @@ @@ Dad: Nope. @@ He closes the door behind himself and you hear him yell as he's walking away. @@ Dad: We leave in half an hour. Pack for a night too, the beach we are going too is far away. @@ @@ You: Oh nice! @@ You start packing way too much clothes in your suitcase and head downstairs for breakfast. <a data-passage="bt2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> Breakfast is uneventful, besides your Father trying to not make eye contact with you, and before you know it, your all in the car leaving. With your parents both in the front, your resigned to the back with your brother, who clearly loves this seating arangement. @@ Brother: So what bikini are you wearing? @@ He tries to lower his voice, but it's just not possible to speak quitely enough to not be heard, without whispering directly in your ear. @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Mom: Why do you care what your sister is wearing? @@ @@ Brother: Just a question. Trying to not get bored immediately. @@ The car goes silent for a few seconds until music is turned on. @@ Dad: That'll cure the boredom. @@ An upbeat rock song starts playing on the radio. @@ Brother: Great. Boomer music. @@ @@ Dad: BOOMER MUSIC? Listen here you little shit. @@ You hear your Mother laugh in the front seat. @@ Mom: 2002 is now boomer music. What a world we live in. @@ @@ Dad: Blink 182 is not boomer music you turd. It's pop punk, and its from my high school days. @@ @@ Brother: Sure, old man. @@ @@ Dad: The nerve. @@ @@ Mom: At least we know were Kaley got the name calling from. @@ Everyone laughs a little, except your brother who is now looking at his phone. Your phone vibrates in your pocket with a text from him. You give him a questioning look, and he simply looks down at your phone as if to tell you to check it. //This nerd is up to something. // He slides a little closer to you as you start reading the text. Brother: so? You: so what? Brother: the bikini, is it a thong? You: your gunna have to wait and see perv Brother: or you can show me now You: no way in hell thats happening Brother: oh really? He clears his throat. @@ Brother: So I found this cool website the other day. @@ Your eyes go wide and you punch him hard on the side of the leg, trying to hide it from your parents. @@ Brother: Ow. @@ @@ Dad: Ok... and? @@ He looks over at you expectantly, you mouth the words "fine" and then "fuck you" in response. @@ Brother: Yea it shows you exactly how to restore nearly every kind of old car. @@ @@ Dad: Huh, that actually does sound cool. @@ @@ Mom: No no no. No ideas. @@ After a few seconds the car goes silent again and you feel your phone vibrate once more. Brother: well? <<linkreplace "Reach for something in the back ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach1.webm"></video></center> You kneel on your chair and turn around, actually grabbing your water from your backpack. As you turn around again you look at your parents and see neither have noticed you. //Don't turn around, don't turn around. // Just as quickly as you pulled your dress up, you pull it right back down, while looking to make sure your parents didn't see. //Good. They didn't see what this moron is making me do. // You pick up your phone to message him back. You: you realise how stupid your being? Brother: y? You: how tf would i explain why i had my ass out back here? Brother: accident? You: wow <<linkreplace "45 minutes of boring car ride later ">> The car is parked at a gas station with your father filling it up, while your mother goes in for snacks and to pay for the gas. @@ Brother: Ok, Now show me the top. @@ @@ You: I'm not wearing the top. And dad's literally right there. @@ You point over his shoulder at the silhouette of your father. @@ Brother: So, the windows are all black. He can't see. @@ @@ You: Just stop. @@ He picks up his phone and starts recording. @@ Brother: So dad's outside getting gas, and sis said she will flash me. @@ You give him a angry look as he actually pans the camera around to show your father then back to you. @@ Brother: C'mon, my slutty sis. @@ //Why oh why does that turn me on. Why couldn't I be a normal person. // <<linkreplace "Do it ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach2.webm"></video></center> He stops recording. @@ Brother: Didn't think you had it in you. @@ @@ You: Shut up. @@ The front door opens as your parents both start getting back in the car. @@ Brother: Really are a slut. @@ They don't seem to have heard him as you start to feel even more turned on by the whole stiuation. The 2 hour drive concludes, with no more shenanigans and you arrive at a beach resort that you've never been to before. <a data-passage="bt3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/beach.jpg" /></center> After settling in the 2 bedroom suite, you can't help but ask the question again. @@ You: I just don't understand. @@ @@ Mom: What, sweetie. @@ @@ Brother: Yea, what's up Cutie? @@ He recieves a smack on the back of his head that makes you grin with satisfaction. @@ Dad: Don't call your sister that. Now what's the issue Cutie?@@ You continue smiling now while also sitcking your tongue out at your brother. @@ You: How can you guys afford to just randomly take a trip to this place? And spend the night? @@ @@ Mom: Oh, this again. @@ @@ Dad: Stocks darling, stocks. @@ @@ You: That's it? @@ @@ Mom: Oh it wasn't always like this. We barely got by for a few years.@@ @@ Dad: But honestly, I got really lucky about 10 years ago. Made the right investment 3 times in a row. And now we never have to worry about money again. Hell I don't even do the investing anymore. I got a guy doing it for me now. @@ He looks around at the family with a cocky look on his face. @@ Brother: Well, good job boomer. Keep it up. @@ Your father reaches out to smack his head again but he quickly dash's away towards the door while laughing. @@ Brother: I'm going to the beach, who's coming? @@ @@ You: Me! @@ @@ Mom: You're father and I will be down there in a bit. We have a lunch date to go to first. @@ @@ You: Oh. With who? @@ @@ Dad: The guy who spends all my money the right way. @@ @@ Mom: And his wife. @@ Your brother is now looking at you with a hungry look in his eyes, that's starting to make you feel all kinds of emotions. @@ You: Well I guess I need to get dressed first. @@ You step back out of the bathroom after putting on your bikini top to find only your brother is left. @@ You: This is what you wanted to see right? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach3.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Damn. Not leaving a whole lot to the imagination are yah? @@ @@ You: Nope. @@ You open the door and start walking out. @@ Brother: 387 subs by the way. @@ //FUCK! // <<linkreplace "5 minutes later at the beach">> While walking along the beach you both come across a group of girls laid on a towel talking. <center><img src= "img/beachpotential.jpg" /></center> @@ Brother: Look at all this potential. @@ @@ You: Didn't you just call Dad a boomer for listening to a song from 2002? @@ @@ Brother: So? @@ @@ You: You just quoted a movie from like the same year. @@ He gives you a look of indifference and starts taking out his phone to record the girls. @@ You: Hey! @@ You grab his hand with the phone in it, pushing it back down towards his pocket. @@ You: What the hell are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: I was going to take a picture. Why? @@ @@ You: Cause that's creepy as fuck. You keep acting like that and your going to get kicked out. @@ @@ Brother: Bullshit. @@ @@ You: No, not bullshit. My friends and I actually reported multiple creeps like you while we were on vacation. And I didn't see any of them after. @@ @@ Brother: Ok princess. If you didn't want your picture taken, you shouldn't have your T and A hanging out. @@ It takes you a second to realise what T and A means, but eventually you decide to tease him for saying it. @@ You: Oh, you mean this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: And this? @@ <center><img src= "img/beach1.jpg" /></center> His mouth hangs open as he stares at your body, which actually starts sending slight tingles all over you. @@ Brother: Fuck yes. @@ @@ You: Ok dweeb. Stop staring, Mom and Dad might see you. @@ @@ Brother: From where? @@ @@ You: I don't know where the damn restaurant is, do you? @@ @@ Brother: Nope. @@ @@ You: Well it could be any of those windows. So don't act weird. @@ @@ Brother: Right. So I can't record or take any pictures? @@ @@ You: No. Why do you even have to ask that again? Recording random strangers is just creepy. @@ @@ Brother: Oh, so I can record you though. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: Your not a stranger, plus you can use them. @@ You have to think for a second about the risks. @@ You: You realise if someone else see's you doing it, your ass will get kicked out, because I won't defend you. I'll just say your some random creep. @@ @@ Brother: Well this random creep has never been caught before. @@ @@ You: Gross. Whatever. @@ @@ Brother: Sweet, let's go on the slide. @@ @@ You: Hell yes. @@ <<linkreplace "Climbing the stairs">> @@ Brother: The view is just amazing here. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach5.webm"></video></center> You turn to respond to him and notice what he's doing. @@ You: Seriously? @@ @@ Brother: You said I could. @@ @@ You: Just don't make it so obvious. @@ @@ Brother: I'm not obvious... your obvious. @@ @@ You: Good one.@@ You both get to the top and see the entrance to the slide. @@ Slide Operator: Phones water proof? @@ @@ Brother: Yea. At least the box said it was. @@ @@ You: And you trust it? I know mine is. @@ @@ Brother: Sure. @@ @@ Slide Operator: Well, you better hold on to it well. One after the other with a 10 second pause, please. @@ <<linkreplace "Slide">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/slide.webm"></video></center> You both emerge on the other side, astonished at what you just witnessed. @@ Brother: That was the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life. @@ @@ You: And you've seen some pretty cool things. @@ You wiggle your butt at him. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach6.webm"></video></center> He gives you a very sarcastic laugh, but then turns to a more serious tone. @@ Brother: Uh, Kaley?@@ @@ You: What? @@ As you turn around to look at him you notice the slide operator on the bottom is standing behind him. A guy that looks like this might be a summer job. @@ You: Sorry. @@ @@ Slide Operator: Thanks, I mean no problem. @@ //Oh god. This kid is more of a virgin than Zach is. // You feel your face starting to get flush as you grab your brothers arm and lead him out into the pool area. @@ You: Why did you let me do that? @@ @@ Brother: What do you mean? I thought you saw him for sure. He was just standing there. @@ He can't help but smile and laugh while your face turns more and more red. @@ Brother: Why does it matter that much anyway? You've shown more to randoms online. @@ @@ You: Yea randoms I've never met and never will. That don't see my face. @@ @@ Brother: I guess, but everyone around here can see what he just saw, right now.@@ You glance around at the very populated pool area, noticing a few people are now staring at your ass. @@ You: Typical. But I'm not shaking my ass for them. @@ @@ Brother: You can. No ones stopping you. @@ Thoughts start coming to your mind but you quickly push them back out. @@ You: No. @@ You dive into the pool to get away from him. <<linkreplace "Look around">> Being the very good swimmer that you are, you have nearly mastered the ability to stay underwater and watch what other people do, while they think other people can't see them. The first thing you notice is a girl with her bottoms pulled to the side, maybe accidentally. The next is a older guys dick that's just hanging out of the bottom of his shorts, that have risen up. //Yuck. // Then you come to the corner as you are about to resurface. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach7.webm"></video></center> //Wow. Some people have no shame. // You decide to swim a little further away before surfacing. As you do you notice your brother sitting on a sun chair looking for you. @@ Brother: What the hell was that? How can you hold your breath that long? @@ @@ You: A lot of time in the water. @@ As your about to get out he stops you. @@ Brother: Wait. Good opportunity. @@ He holds his phone out a little, trying to not be obvious. You mouth the words "to record" at him. To which he nods. @@ You: Fine. @@ You pause for a second to let him try to stealthily start recording. Which ends up not being stealthy at all. //Ugh. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach8.webm"></video></center> You finish getting out of the pool and sit down next to him, while checking to see who was watching you. @@ Brother: Wow. @@ @@ You: Happy? @@ @@ Brother: Oh I'm very happy. You're not going to be in a second though. @@ //Oh shit, Mom and Dad saw me. // @@ You: Fuck, where are they? @@ @@ Brother: Who? @@ @@ You: Mom and Dad. @@ @@ Brother: Oh, no that's not it. They didn't see you. I actually wasn't looking around, so I don't know who saw you, Was kinda distracted. @@ @@ You: I bet. So why am I about to not be happy then? @@ His face starts turning to a grin as he points his phone at you, showing your subscriber count on your page, 402, along with a picture of your asshole. <center><img src= "img/tt2.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Put that down idiot. @@ He turns the phone around to look at it again. @@ Brother: Oh right. I've seen that picture so many times now, I kinda forgot it was there. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Brother: So you know what that means right? @@ @@ You: Yes I know what it means. How could I not. Your big mouth won't shut up about it. @@ @@ Brother: Well? @@ He motions towards the pool. @@ You: You must be out of your god damn mind. It can wait til we get home. @@ @@ Brother: No no no. See it has to be today. My rules, remember. @@ You try to give him a death stare, but he doesn't seem to care as much as he would before. @@ You: It is not happening here. So get it out of your mind. @@ @@ Brother: Well it's either here or the hotel room. In which there are only 2 rooms. One for you and Mom, and one for me and Dad. @@ @@ You: Fuck... @@ //I am not giving this twerp a handjob in a public pool. // You both sit in silence for a while, watching the people in the pool. <a data-passage="bt4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

Later on the beach. <center><img src= "img/beach2.jpg" /></center> You're tanning on a towel, while your brother sits off to the side watching girls walk by, when your parents finally join you. @@ You: There you guys are. What happened? @@ @@ Mom: There was way more paper work then we thought it was going to be. @@ @@ Brother: Paper work? Fuck that. @@ @@ Mom: Hey. Watch the language mister. @@ @@ Dad: No he's right. Fuck that. @@ Everyone chuckles while you notice your Father is now looking at your hip where there clearly isn't much of a bikini showing. @@ Dad: What are you wearing? @@ @@ Mom: Uh oh. @@ @@ You: A bikini. @@ @@ Brother: Should I call the ambulance now? Or wait for her to get whacked first? @@ @@ Mom: Nobodies getting whacked. It's fine. @@ @@ Dad: Oh it's not fine. You keep your ass on that chair until we get you something else to wear.@@ @@ You: I didn't bring anything else. @@ @@ Dad: Going to have to wear your Mothers then. @@ @@ Mom: I'm wearing the only one I brought. @@ She starts pulling up her dress and your Father's face turns an even brighter shade of red. <center><img src= "img/beach3.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hell yea Mom. @@ @@ Dad: WHAT? @@ @@ Mom: That's right. Your daughter is a grown ass woman. She can wear whatever she wants. @@ @@ Brother: Emphasis on the ass. @@ Everyone stops and stares at him. @@ Mom: Don't talk about your Sister like that. @@ @@ Brother: Well... @@ He is clearly about to say something stupid, so you decide to try to help him, for some reason. <<linkreplace "Stand up">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/beach9.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Any sand on my butt? I don't want weird tanlines. @@ No one answers, and after a few seconds you look back to see your Mother putting on tanning lotion, and your Father and Brother just staring at your ass. //Like having a super power. // @@ Dad: No... Cutie. No sand. @@ You lay down face first on the chair and hear your Father make a angry sound. @@ Dad: This family will be the death of me. @@ @@ Brother: Just enjoy the view, old man. @@ @@ Dad: The only view I'm going to be seeing now, is all the random people staring at your sisters ass. @@ @@ Brother: Can you blame them? @@ @@ Mom: ZACH! @@ @@ Dad: He's got a point. @@ You smile while face down in the chair. @@ You: I'm still here, you know? @@ Tanning and the eventual dinner in the resaurant go by without issue and you all start talking about evening entertainment. @@ Brother: So, Movie? @@ @@ Mom: Movie? You can see a movie anywhere, anytime. @@ @@ Dad: Exactly. @@ @@ You: How about the beach bar? @@ @@ Dad: So I can beat people away from my Daughter again? No thanks. @@ @@ Mom: Sorry Kids, your Father already has the evening planned. @@ @@ Brother: Oh great. @@ @@ Dad: A haunted tour! @@ His face looks like a kid on christmas as he says it. @@ Brother: None of that's real. So how can you find it entertaining. @@ @@ Mom: I don't really see the point either, but he can't go alone. That would just be sad.@@ She gives him a mocking look. @@ You: Don't worry Daddy. I like haunted stuff a little. I'll go with you. @@ @@ Mom: Oh good. You two can go then. We'll go see a movie. @@ She grabs your Brother by the arm and starts walking off towards the small town nearby. @@ Dad: Well. Guess it's you and me Cutie. @@ <a data-passage="bt5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/haunted.jpg" /></center> After a 10 minute drive towards the edge of the city, he finally stops the car outside of a very abandoned looking building. @@ You: I thought this was a haunted tour? @@ @@ Dad: It is. I'm the tour guide. @@ He grins and starts walking towards the back of the SUV. @@ You: So it's just us? Going in there? @@ You look back at the building with a little actual fear creeping in. @@ Dad: Yup. Apparently a family of 6 were killed in here, by the pool boy. Or the plumber or something. Anyway, sounds awesome doesn't it? @@ @@ You: Hell no, it sounds crazy. @@ @@ Dad: I thought you didn't believe in any of this stuff? @@ @@ You: I don't. @@ You can't help but scan all the windows on the building looking for anything that might stop this crazy endeavour. @@ Dad: Oh come on. We both know that there is no such thing as ghosts... or demons... or djinn. @@ @@ You: A what? @@ @@ Dad: Angrier version of a ghost. @@ @@ You: Oh great. But if you know none of those exist, then why are we here? @@ He gets a wild look in his eyes. @@ Dad: Cause it would be fucking amazing if I got actual evidence of them recorded. @@ He opens the hatch on the back of the SUV and unzips a suitcase that was still in there. Inside is a bunch of random devices that you haven't seen before. @@ You: The hell is all that? @@ He starts explaining what each one is and what it does, but after the first couple your brain just starts tuning it out. //I should of went with Mom and Zach. // @@ Dad: And this one can scan radio waves and let the spirits talk to us. @@ @@ You: Cool, Dad. @@ @@ Dad: Alright lets get going. You take this camera and record everything. @@ //Heh. That could be fun. // @@ You: How much did all of this shi... @@ He gives you a stern look, to which you try to give him a puppy dog look back in response. @@ You: Stuff... how much did this stuff even cost? @@ @@ Dad: Fuck if I know. @@ @@ You: You bought it. @@ @@ Dad: Yea but I don't pay attention to money at all. I know I have enough for whatever I want. @@ @@ You: So why did you give me such a hard time for stealing that money in your room? My ass hurt for days after that. @@ He smirks and does a spank motion with his hand. @@ You: DAD! @@ @@ Dad: What? I punished you cause you stole, that's it. I could give you money if you want it. Think you would of learned that by now.@@ //Well why the fuck am I becoming an internet whore for then? // @@ You: Whatever. Let's just go in already. So we can get this over with. @@ You watch as he takes another camera out of the bag and straps it to the back of his head, along with a flashlight. @@ You: You look stupid. What's that even for? @@ @@ Dad: In case I have to run away. I'll record whatever made me run. @@ You just roll your eyes at him and start off towards the building. @@ Dad: Make sure your recording. @@ You notice he is about 10 steps behind you when you get to the door. So you stop and step aside for him to go first. @@ You: Are you going to go? @@ You look at his face and he actually looks kinda scared. @@ Dad: Nah, you go first. Your too cute for a ghost to kill. @@ @@ You: In horror movies the pretty girl always dies while... never mind. @@ You watch a look of realization appear on his face. @@ Dad: So you go first and I'll make sure to get some good angles. @@ @@ You: Of my butt? @@ @@ Dad: Why would I record my daughters butt? @@ @@ You: Cause that's how the horror movies go. @@ You playfully stick your tongue out at him again, and he gives you a shove into the building. <center><img src= "img/haunted2.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hey! What if there is real people in here? This place looks creepy as hell.@@ You look back at him and see he is actually recording your ass. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/haunt1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: DAD! @@ @@ Dad: You put the damn thought into my head. That's your fault. And pull up your damn pants. Going to give the ghosts wild ideas. @@ //Or give you wild ideas. Daddy. // @@ You: Sorry Daddy. @@ The "tour" continues on with you being pushed along in front of him into every room. Every now and then he will randomly take out one of the devices and fiddle with it for a few minutes, but nothing ever comes from it and you keep moving on. <<linkreplace "Downstairs ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/haunt2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Ok. This is a little scary now. Can we be done with this place? @@ @@ Dad: This is the last place. Let me check the spirit box down here. @@ @@ You: Spirit box? @@ @@ Dad: The one that uses the radio waves. @@ @@ You: Oh, that one. @@ You roll your eyes at him again, but your unsure he even saw you down here in the dark. @@ Dad: Here. Take my camera too for a minute. @@ @@ You: Sure. @@ //Oh no. I'm faceing the camera right down my shirt. Such a terrible ghost hunter. // You realise after a few second of recording, that the video would just be black. KILL! @@ You: AH. What the fuck is that. @@ @@ Dad: The spirit box. I told you I was turning it on. @@ @@ You: But why did it say kill? @@ @@ Dad: I don't know. @@ @@ You: OK. I've had enough of this place. @@ Butt! @@ Dad: Hah.@@ @@ You: Butt? @@ @@ Dad: Got us a wise guy ghost on our hands. @@ He points to your butt. @@ Dad: He saw you and just had to talk about your big butt. @@ @@ You: Ha ha ha. Very funny Dad. @@ Butt! @@ You: Again? @@ @@ Dad: He must really like your butt? Can't say I blame him. @@ //Wow. // @@ You: Maybe you shouldn't talk about your daughter that way. @@ Ass! @@ Dad: The hell is up with this thing. Of all the videos I've seen, it has never repeated a word. @@ @@ You: Really? So what do we do about it. @@ Show! @@ Dad: HAH. A horny ghost. You heard em. Show the butt. @@ @@ You: Your joking. @@ You both just stare at eachother for a few seconds, waiting for the next word from the device, but it doesn't come. @@ Dad: See. They're waiting too. @@ @@ You: I'm not showing my butt to a ghost... @@ //This is stupid. // @@ You: GHOST'S ARENT REAL!!! @@ The basement draws quiet again for a few seconds. KILL! @@ Dad: Well you pissed it off again. @@ You notice he's recording your lower body now. @@ You: Dad? @@ @@ Dad: You heard the ghost. Show, Butt. @@ @@ You: Who are you even recording this for? @@ @@ Dad: The world needs to see this. @@ @@ You: The world needs to see my butt? Cause a ghost asked for it? @@ @@ Dad: If it shows deifinitive proof of ghosts. Then yes. @@ @@ You: Fine. @@ Just as your about to pull your pants down a loud bang is heard from the other side of the basement. @@ You: What was that? @@ You turn to face your Father again, and like something out of a cartoon, he is gone without a trace. @@ You: Dad? DAD! You pussy. @@ You stop for a second and collect the things he dropped on the floor. No other sounds are heard and the spirit box, which is now in your pocket, doesn't say anything, as you slowly walk out of the building and find your Father in the driver seat of the car. <center><img src= "img/suv.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Really Dad? @@ @@ Dad: I ain't afraid of no ghost... but ghosts can't move stuff, so that wasn't no ghost. @@ @@ You: Of course it wasn't a ghost. They aren't real. It was probably an animal. Or just us moving around caused something to fall. @@ @@ Dad: Uh huh. @@ @@ You: Here's your stupid stuff. This thing hasn't said anything since, by the way. @@ @@ Dad: Oh that thing, I never got it to work. @@ @@ You: It was just saying "kill" and "butt". @@ @@ Dad: Nope. I couldn't even get it to grab from the radio waves. But I did figure out how to program it to say certain words with these hidden buttons on the back.@@ He presses one of the small buttons you didn't notice before. Butt! @@ You: You are a child. @@ @@ Dad: Funny is funny. @@ @@ You: So was all that just an elborate ruse to see your daughter's butt again? @@ He pauses for a second before responding, while he gets out of the car to take the devices back. @@ Dad: Why would I need to ask. Just bring you to the pool or beach and everyone can see 99 percent of it. For free. @@ @@ You: But that 1 percent is the best part. @@ He can't help but look down as you twirl for him. @@ Dad: Ok Kaley. Get in the car. @@ @@ You: I thought Daddy wanted to see the 1 percent. @@ @@ Dad: I am the 1 percent. @@ @@ You: Ugh! @@ He breaks into a laugh and doesn't stop for a full 15 seconds. <<linkreplace "Show him">> @@ You: I think there is a lot more than 1 percent that you haven't seen. See? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/haunt3.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Ok, I think that's enough of that. @@ He starts to try to ignore you, but then he seems to notice something. @@ Dad: Why don't you have any underwear on? @@ //I can try to come up with a reason... or just distract him. Choice seems easy to be honest. // @@ You: If I was, then I wouldn't be able to show you that last little bit of me that you haven't seen. So it's a good thing, right? @@ He doesn't respond. @@ You: Does your silence mean that you want to see it, Daddy? @@ Still no response. @@ You: Ok. Im going to get in the car now. Guess I need to crawl over your seat to get there though.@@ <<linkreplace "Show him the real 1%">> <center><img src= "img/buttflash.jpg" /></center> You look back over your shoulder and see he is just staring at your body. Unable to come up with a response. //Drink it in Daddy. It's yours. Just reach out and take it. // You feel his hand touch the side of your butt and it sends shockwaves through your whole body. @@ You: Daddy? @@ He slides his hand down your leg, with his thumb gliding along the edge of your butt the whole way. @@ You: Yes! @@ Then he grabs your pants and pulls them back up, along with pulling you back to your feet outside the car and facing him. @@ You: What? @@ @@ Dad: Don't mess with your old man like that. Trying to give me a heart attack? @@ He seems way to calm about the situation. @@ You: Sorry, Daddy?@@ @@ Dad: It's fine. Just get your perfect ass in the car so we can go pick them up from the movie. Apparently it's over. @@ //Perfect? // <a data-passage="bt6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/hr.jpg" /></center> Back in the hotel room, it's now 11:45 pm, and your parents have decided it's bed time. @@ Brother: I haven't gone to sleep before midnight, in like 6 years. @@ @@ Mom: Oh really? @@ She takes a step towards him while smirking. @@ Brother: 4 years... @@ She keeps walking at him. @@ Brother: 2 years? @@ She stops as she gets next to him and lightly smacks him on the arm. @@ Mom: Whoever raised you, did a shit job of it. @@ Everyone chuckles as she walks back over to sit on the bed again, next to your Father. @@ You: Honestly, I'm not really feeling like going to sleep either. @@ @@ Mom: Too bad. Cause I'm tired, and you're in here with me missy. @@ @@ You: Missy? @@ @@ Dad: I don't give a damn what any of you do, but I'm going to sleep in the other room. So figure it out. @@ He walks out. @@ Mom: Well, then your only option is one that neither of you are going to like. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Mom: The two of you can stay in this room, like when we used to go on trips when you were younger. @@ @@ Brother: Fine by me. @@ @@ You: Of course that would be fine with you, perv. @@ //Shit. Probably shouldn't of said that. // @@ Brother: Sheesh. @@ @@ Mom: I thought you two were getting along better now? @@ //Well now what am I supposed to say. // The words don't seem to come to you, as silence takes the room for a few seconds. @@ Brother: I think it was just a reflex Mom. In her defence, I was very... uh... curious? Before. @@ @@ Mom: Curious, huh? And your not anymore? @@ @@ Brother: Well once I found the greatness that is the world wide web... I'm not really as curious anymore. @@ @@ Mom: Oh... ew. @@ @@ You: Gross. @@ @@ Mom: So, are you good with it Kaley? @@ You glance at your brother and see a look of lust in his eyes as he mouths the word "handjob", then he quickly changes his expression, as your Mother looks back at him. @@ You: I guess it's fine. @@ @@ Mom: Alright then. @@ She get's up and starts walking out of the room. @@ Mom: No doors anyway, so if he does something weird, you scream and someone will come put him in his place. @@ @@ Brother: Mom? Who do you think I am? @@ @@ Mom: Oh don't try to fool me, I've seen you staring at her body... and an hour ago I saw you trying to get a glimpse down my shirt while watching the movie. @@ @@ Brother: I... @@ @@ Mom: Anyway. Don't stay up too late. @@ <<linkreplace "Half an hour later ">> You decided to search through the TV channels provided in the room, eventually finding an old horror movie for you both to watch. Although he's spent most of the last 30 minutes on his phone. @@ You: What are you even looking at? @@ He turns the phone towards you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: There is seriously something wrong with you. @@ @@ Brother: Just trying to get it ready for you. @@ He stands up and starts taking off all his clothes. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr2.webm"></video></center> //Fuck! How does he look that good? // @@ You: Yes. @@ He gives you a funny look. @@ Brother: Yes? @@ @@ You: I mean no. Put your... amazing... dick away. @@ @@ Brother: You mean this dick? @@ He walks over, climbs on the bed, and puts it right in front of your mouth. <<linkreplace "Try to resist ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr3.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Go on. I know you want too. @@ @@ You: Sure, I'll open my mouth, and if anything enters it. I'll bite down as hard as I can. You've got 30 seconds. @@ You close your eyes, taunting him. @@ Brother: Fine by me. @@ //Huh? // You don't feel anything on your lips or tongue until you've counted to 25. Then it hits you, right on the tongue. <<linkreplace "Open your eyes">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr4.webm"></video></center> You immediately open your eyes and see exactly what you knew it was. He has a stupid look on his face as he keeps cumming all over your face and shirt. Your first instinct was to move, but then it would get on the bed and that would be impossible to explain. So all you do is wait. Finally he wipes the dumb look off his face and stands there, admiring his work, as you spit his cum into your hand. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr5.webm"></video></center> @@ You: You're dead. Fully dead... a corpse in the ground. Dead! @@ @@ Brother: Hey hey hey. Calm down now, you don't want to wake Mom and Dad. @@ @@ You: Maybe I should, after what you just did. @@ @@ Brother: I really don't think that will work out well for either of us. @@ //Right... need to calm down. Was probably heading to this in the future anyway... right? // @@ You: No fuck you, I make the rules from now on. @@ @@ Brother: Nah, I don't think that will work out well for either of us. @@ You feel your hand turn to a fist and then feel the cum start to squish through your fingers. @@ Brother: Ok, that's funny but also kinda gross. Maybe you should go get cleaned up.@@ @@ You: Seriously? You seriously just said that to me. @@ @@ Brother: I mean, I could of just shoved my dick down your throat. Probably better this way, right? @@ @@ You: No it's not better this way. Are you stupid? I would rather take your dick down my throat a hundred times than have the taste of your cum in my mouth. Yuck. @@ He grins and you see his dick start to get hard again, then you realise what you said. @@ You: No no no, put that thing away. You've got all your going to get. How the hell are you getting it up again that fast anyway. @@ @@ Brother: Easy. I look at you with my cum still on your face. @@ You wipe your face with your shirt. @@ You: Also, how did you even finish that fast? Can guys just cum whenever they want? @@ @@ Brother: No. I'm amazed it took me that long actually. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Brother: Cause your mouth was almost touching my dick. @@ @@ You: I hate you. @@ He sits down next to you, with his dick fully hard once again. @@ Brother: Well, now it's time to complete the 400 subscriber video.@@ @@ You: Not happening. Not after that. @@ @@ Brother: Well, guess I better go tell Thic-Thot on you. I'm sure they won't like there user base being lied too. @@ @@ You: Why the damn would they care about that? I bet there are thousands of lies on that site... daily. @@ @@ Brother: Well I bet your subscribers won't like it. Probably unsubscribe, and you will lose money.@@ @@ You: Fuck em. @@ @@ Brother: Ok fine. I really don't like having to go back to this over and over... @@ @@ You: What? @@ He half heartedly motions to the other room where your parents are and says. @@ Brother: I'll tell on you... @@ @@ You: You really are a shit tier blackmailer. You know that? @@ @@ Brother: It's just not fun having to go to the same material over and over. @@ He laughs at his own dumb joke. @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Brother: Well? @@ He starts jerking off with cum still all over his hand and dick. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr6.webm"></video></center> @@ You: God damn it. @@ He sits back and relax's, waiting for the pleasure. @@ You: Uh... dumbass? @@ @@ Brother: Huh? @@ @@ You: You have to record it, stupid. @@ @@ Brother: Oh right. So make sure you play it up for the video too. @@ You try to give him a mean look but he barely even looks at your eyes, he just stares at your chin. @@ You: There's cum on my chin, isn't there? @@ He nods and starts recording. <<linkreplace "Do it ">> @@ You: OK lil bro, you need to be really quiet ok? Mom and Dad are sleeping in the next room. @@ He rolls his eyes at the "lil bro" and nods the camera like it were his own head. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr7.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Ok, that's enough. @@ @@ Brother: Fuck no it isn't. @@ He stops recording. @@ Brother: That doesn't even count as a handjob. I didn't cum. @@ @@ You: You did cum. See? @@ You point to your chin. @@ Brother: Nope. Keep going. @@ //Fuck. Might as well try to make it a good video. // He starts recording again while you take off your top. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr8.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Fuck yes, sis. Keep going. @@ //I really wish he wouldn't talk. // He stops you at the last second as you start to feel his dick spasm. @@ Brother: Stay like that. @@ <<linkreplace "Stay ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr9.webm"></video></center> @@ You: AGAIN? ON MY FACE? @@ You hear a voice come from the other room? @@ Dad: Everything ok in there?@@ @@ You: Uh... yea, sorry Daddy. There was a bug crawling on my face... again. @@ @@ Dad: Well tell your brother to kill it and go back to sleep. @@ Everything goes quiet for a minute and you realise your brother just now stopped recording. @@ You: The fuck are you doing? That can't stay in the video. My face is in it.@@ @@ Brother: Why not? It kinda proves the stituation here, doesn't it? And I can blur your face.@@ You stop to think for a second but can't come up with anything to say. @@ You: Fuck you. I'm going to go clean all your... stuff... off me. Don't talk to me anymore until we get home, or i'll kick you right in the dick. Then you can explain whatever you want to Mom and Dad about why I did it. @@ He starts to open his mouth but stops before words come out, and decides to just smile instead. <a data-passage="10" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/hr.jpg" /></center> The next morning the hotel room is quiet while your family gets ready to leave. @@ Brother: We aren't even going to eat breakfast first? @@ @@ Dad: We'll get something on the road. @@ @@ Brother: Why? It's only a 2 hour drive. We could eat here and enjoy the place for another 4 hours. Then still get home before dinner. @@ @@ Dad: Or, we could leave now, get food on the road, and be home before noon. @@ @@ Brother: Mom, can you help me here? @@ @@ Mom: Why? I don't care to stay here any longer. @@ You take a long look out the window. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/rw.webm"></video></center> A few seconds go by of them one by one also looking at the rain that is pouring down outside. @@ Brother: It could still be fun. We came here to get in the water right? Well now there is just more of it. Coming from the sky. @@ @@ Mom: Just stop. @@ @@ Dad: How could I of known it was going to rain today? @@ @@ You: The forecast. @@ @@ Dad: Shush you. Go back to sulking at the window. @@ You chuckle at him and grab your suitcase. @@ You: Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. Let's just get on the way home and forget about how cool a second day here would of been. @@ @@ Dad: Exactly. @@ @@ Brother: But... @@ @@ Dad: But nothing. Let's go. @@ He puts his head down and grabs his suitcase. On the way to the car everyone gets completely soaked by the downpour of rain and near hurricane force winds. @@ Dad: Let's get the hell out of here. @@ As you all get to the car you hop in the front seat before your Mom could and she doesn't bother saying anything because of the rain. Everyone gets in and your Father notices you in the front. @@ Dad: What's this about? @@ @@ You: I just wanted to sit up here with you Daddy? Mom falls asleep all the time anyway, so she can do that back there. @@ @@ Mom: I don't fall asleep all the time... only sometimes, on long trips. @@ @@ Dad: You mean all the time, even on short trips. @@ @@ Mom: Pfft. @@ @@ Dad: The other day you fell asleep when we went to get coffee. 10 minutes away. @@ @@ Mom: I will no longer stand for this slander. I'll be back here with my favorite child. @@ @@ Brother: HAH! @@ <<linkreplace "15 minutes later">> @@ Brother: Wow, asleep already. @@ @@ Dad: Like a baby. I don't know how she does it, we only woke up half an hour ago.@@ You feel your phone vibrate with a text. Brother: get the taste out of your mouth? //The nerve. // You: 🖕 Brother: wanna see somthin cool? You don't respond, but after 30 seconds your phone vibrates again anyway. <center><img src= "img/mcar.jpg" /></center> //What the fuck? // You look back behind your father and sure enough, you see your mothers tits are hanging out the front of her top. You think to yell at him but then realise it would probably just end poorly for everyone involved, so you text him back. @@ You: u might be the dumbest person in existance put them back before dad sees and decides to kill you @@ You take a glance back and see he has already resituated her top. @@ Dad: Who you texting with Cutie? @@ @@ You: Uh... my friend Sarah... the one that went to the next state for college. @@ @@ Dad: Ah. @@ @@ You: See? @@ You click into her text thread and show it to him. He glances at the screen, blinks his eyes a few times then nearly drives off the road. @@ You: Woah. What the hell Dad. @@ @@ Dad: Well don't be showing me that kinda stuff then. @@ @@ Mom: What's wrong? What happened? @@ @@ Dad: Uh... nothing, it's fine. @@ @@ Brother: No clue Mom. @@ <<linkreplace "Look at your phone">> <center><img src= "img/text7.jpg" /></center> Sarah:thought you might want to see that i got what i wanted the other day ;) @@ You: Oh. @@ @@ Dad: Just go back to not sleeping. All's good. @@ @@ Mom: Ugh. @@ You look back and see her grumpily shift in her seat, trying to get comfortable once again. A half minute or so goes by, until your father finally talks to you again. @@ Dad: Maybe don't show that kind of stuff to your Father. @@ @@ You: Sorry Daddy. I didn't know it was there, honest. @@ @@ Dad: At least not while I'm driving, ok? @@ //HUH. // @@ You: Ok... @@ You see him kinda nervously smile as he focuses back on driving. You feel your phone vibrate once more with a text from your brother. This time you don't respond and give him the actual finger over your right shoulder. The rest of the ride is uneventful, and you arrive back home to find a perfectly fine sunny day. After putting your dirty clothes in the basket, and uploading the video's and pictures you have on your own phone, you find yourself with nothing to do for the rest of the day. <a data-passage="hallway10" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $d10 to 0>> <<set $b10 to 0>> <<set $m10 to 0>> <<set $k10 to 0>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hey Daddy. You settled back into your butt groove pretty quickly. @@ He laughs and shimmies his butt into the couch a little, then pats the spot next to him for you to join him. @@ Dad: I've booked an appointment to see a doctor. @@ @@ You: Why? Which doctor? @@ @@ Dad: No. Just a regular one. @@ You groan and roll your eyes. @@ You: Really dad? @@ @@ Dad: I know, that ones great isn't it? @@ @@ You: No, it really isn't. @@ @@ Dad: Oh well, can't win em all. I just hope that one day you will grow to enjoy the fine art of Dad jokes. @@ @@ You: I doubt it. @@ @@ Dad: Well what do you want to watch then? @@ @@ You: I don't care... wait, actually there is a show that I heard really good things about. Want to start it with me? @@ @@ Dad: A full show? @@ @@ You: It could be great Daddy Daughter bonding time. @@ He gulps nervously, as you try to make the last part sound way more suggestive then it needed to be. @@ Dad: Sure, Cutie. Whats it called? @@ @@ You: Sparta... something. Here I'll find it. @@ You take the remote from him and start searching for the show. <<linkreplace "45 Minutes later ">> @@ Dad: I'm not really sure why you wanted to watch this. So far it's just a lot of killing and cursing. @@ @@ You: And mostly naked, oiled up, hot men. Don't forget that part. @@ Another few minutes goes by before a sex scene starts playing. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/tv1.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Wow. @@ @@ You: Wow? @@ @@ Dad: Did you not see the massive... @@ He stops himself mid sentence. @@ Dad: Sorry Cutie, shouldn't talk like that with you. @@ @@ You: Why not? I was also admiring her massive tits. @@ He can't help but laugh. @@ Dad: Right? Huge tracks of land. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Dad: It's a quote from... never mind. @@ @@ You: I wonder if they hurt her back at all? Mine are smaller then her's and they hurt mine sometimes. @@ @@ Dad: Yours are smaller than hers? @@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Dad: I don't know, it's hard to tell really. @@ //Is he really asking to see my boobs right now? // @@ You: Mine are significantly smaller, look. @@ <<linkreplace "Show him ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease5.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Oh... uh... yea I guess. Yours are like the perfect size though. @@ //He's not running away this time. Need to try to push it further. // @@ You: That's not really my selling point though. This is. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease6.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Your god damn right about that. I'd buy that for any price. @@ //Oh my god. // You sit there a little longer with your ass now just out, in the middle of the living room. And you both continue watching the rest of the episode. Although your not sure just how much he seems to be watching. @@ You: That was a good first episode. @@ You pull your shorts back up and stand in front of him. @@ Dad: Loved every minute of it Cutie. @@ @@ You: So you want to keep watching it with me? @@ @@ Dad: Hell would have to freeze over for me to miss this bonding time with my daughter. @@ //He's only thinking about my butt. // He stands up and starts giving you a hug. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease7.webm"></video></center> //Wow! // @@ You: Daddy? @@ He stops. @@ Dad: Sorry. Lost myself for a second.@@ You respond in a soft voice, while looking down at the bulge in his pants. @@ You: It's ok. @@ He stands there for another few seconds, clearly contemplating something, then starts walking away, this time not hiding the bulge. @@ Dad: So this time tomorrow then? Episode 2? @@ @@ You: OK, it's a date. @@ He smiles back at you and dissapears up the stairs. <a data-passage="hallway10" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $d10 to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

You recieve an email from Thic-Thot for a comment that made you realise your missing something. dis bitch been over 400 for a full day now. how long it take to jerk her brother off? You hear yourself scream inside your own head. And think about doing it out loud. //I have to go talk to that freak. // <<linkreplace "Go to his room">> <center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You walk in and see him sat on his bed watching porn on his TV. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bporn.webm"></video></center> @@ You: It's 24/7 with you. Jesus Christ. @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ You: Give me your phone. @@ @@ Brother: Why? @@ @@ You: So I can take the pictures and videos, which are of me by the way, and edit them and upload them. @@ He starts to hand the phone to you but stops half way. @@ Brother: What do I get out of this? @@ @@ You: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You got to cum in my...@@ You stop as soon as you notice you left the door open when you entered. @@ You: You fucking know what you got out of this. Now hand me the phone. @@ You try to sound as angry as possible, but the look on his face doesn't seem to be reacting to it very much. @@ You: I will kick you in the nuts. Don't tempt me. @@ His face starts to look very serious as he angles his body away from you. @@ Brother: OK! Here. @@ He hands the phone to you. //That was actually easier than I thought it was going to be. // @@ Brother: I'm just wondering what the next goal will be? @@ @@ You: You're kidding. There is no next goal. @@ @@ Brother: But look how much the last one made us. @@ @@ You: US? @@ @@ Brother: Well, it was my idea. @@ @@ You: So? @@ @@ Brother: Also the center piece of the video was kinda me.... you know, my dick. @@ //Right. // @@ You: Fine. I'll give you 15%. @@ @@ Brother: FIFTEEN? @@ @@ You: Yes fifteen. That's pretty generous considering... @@ @@ Brother: Fucking awesome. I'm going to be rich. @@ //What? // @@ Brother: Can I have it now? @@ He takes his phone back from your hand and opens the calculator app. @@ Brother: 415 times 4 equals 1660. @@ @@ You: The fuck? @@ @@ Brother: 15% of 1660 is... @@ @@ You: Is? @@ You watch him mess with the phone for a minute before he turns back to you. @@ Brother: How the fuck do I get a percentage? @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ You take the phone and do it yourself. @@ You: It's 249. @@ @@ Brother: Fuck yea. @@ @@ You: And your good with that? @@ @@ Brother: Are you kidding? 250 bucks to record you naked and get a handjob? I'd do it for free. @@ @@ You: You just argued with me for money.@@ @@ Brother: Well yea... I would do it for free. But I don't have too. @@ @@ You: I really don't understand you sometimes. @@ @@ Brother: Yup. @@ You take the phone and start heading to the door before he stops you. @@ You: Can I see your butt? @@ Your first instinct was to just do it, but you stop yourself. @@ You: No, you aint getting anything from me. Not after what you did. @@ @@ Brother: It's not for me. It's for YOUR page. @@ //Oh, I guess. // Once again you start to do it, before you realise what's in your hand and stop yourself. @@ You: I have your phone dumbass. Go back to watching the porn that's still playing. @@ @@ Brother: I have an actual camera too. See? @@ He pulls out a very professional looking, small camera and starts recording. @@ You: Why do you have that? @@ @@ Brother: I got it for my manager job. @@ He grins and aims the camera at your lower body. @@ You: Fine, but once I leave this room, the nut kicking will commence if you piss me off. Got it? @@ @@ Brother: Ok, let me stop that recording and start a new one. No one wants to hear about you kicking my nuts. @@ @@ You: I'm sure there are some people that would enjoy that. @@ He looks shocked for a second but then it turns to a shrug and he starts recording. <<linkreplace "Give him a show">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip8.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Come on now Sis. You can only go so long with out at least touching yourself. @@ //I should of known he was up to something. // You get up and lay down on the bed facing him. @@ You: Is this what you and all the other perverts online want? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbait1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Well that's all your going to get, cause my brother here is a moron. @@ @@ Brother: Rude. @@ @@ You: They might not think it's so rude after they see the 400 subs video. @@ @@ Brother: Oh I think they might be on my side. @@ He laughs and gives a thumbs up to the camera from behind it. You don't say anything else and just walk out of the room with his phone in one hand and your skirt in the other. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hw.webm"></video></center> You close the door behind you and get half way to your room before you realise what you just did. //Oh fuck. // You turn around quickly to check the hallway, just as your father gets to the top of the stairs and sees you. @@ Dad: The hell are you doing? @@ //Shit shit shit.// @@ You: I uh... spilled soda on my skirt. @@ @@ Dad: Uh huh. And why are you in the hallway? Where your Brother could see you. @@ @@ You: I did it in the hallway. @@ He starts looking around at the floor for a spill. @@ You: I only spilled it on my skirt. @@ //Oh god. This is not going well. Think. // @@ Dad: And yet it was bad enough to take it off? And your underwear with it. @@ @@ You: I wasn't wearing any... but do you think my butt is too big? @@ <<linkreplace "Show it to him">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hw2.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Nope... not too big. No way. It's perfect. @@ He stands motionless for the duration of your "dancing" and you just casually start walking to your room. @@ You: Thanks Daddy. @@ You say as you close the door and finally start to relax again. //That was nearly a life ruining mistake. // <a data-passage="hallway10" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $b10 to 1>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/lr.jpg" /></center> As you enter the laundry room with your basket full of dirty clothes you see your Mother bent in front of the washer in only her underwear. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Mom? @@ She jumps and nearly hits her head on the inside of the machine. @@ Mom: Oh my god. Trying to give me a heart attack? @@ @@ You: No. I just needed to wash my clothes. Why are you in the machine like some kind of porno? @@ //Stupid brain. Stop saying shit before thinking. // @@ Mom: There are porno's of washing clothes? @@ She fully stands up now, holding a sock that is ripped apart. Clearly the machines fault. @@ You: Oh. @@ @@ Mom: So how do these porno's make sense? @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Mom: Go on now. Your the one who said it. @@ @@ You: Right. @@ She moves to the side and motions for you to use the washer while she starts folding her laundry. @@ You: Well, they usually involve someone being stuck. @@ @@ Mom: Stuck? In the washer?@@ @@ You: Yup. @@ @@ Mom: And how do they explain that stupidity? @@ @@ You: They don't usually. Is it really that stupid. @@ @@ Mom: Well you go on down there and look for your self. @@ At this point all your clothes is already in there and you realise you wanted to wash the pants you have on as well. @@ You: Now I understand the no pants thing. @@ You take off your pants and throw them in the machine as well. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr2.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Like Mother like daughter. So have a look before you turn it on. @@ You bend down and start looking at the inside of the machine, finding it completely void of anything to get stuck on. @@ You: Right. Kinda stupid that they are stuck in here. @@ <<linkreplace "Stand up">> As you are about to stand up again you feel a light slap on your ass. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: What was that? @@ You stand up face to face with her and see her smirk. @@ Mom: That's for watching those videos. What kind of a daughter did I raise. @@ She basically laughs at her self while saying it. @@ You: Oh... that was supposed to be a punishment? I thought you tried to get something off my butt. @@ You see her grin and you bend over towards her again. @@ You: I think you can do better than that, Mommy. @@ @@ Mom: Oh I did raise you to be a little tease didn't I. @@ She stands next you and starts again. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr4.webm"></video></center> You can tell that she is really trying, but it just doesn't feel like what you are used too from your Father. @@ Mom: Feel bad for watching those dirty movies yet? @@ @@ You: Mom? Are you even moving your hand? A 90 year old could spank harder than that. @@ @@ Mom: Well I haven't had any reason to do this before, so I guess I'm not good at it. I do know one thing I am good at though. @@ She reaches around to your front and starts massaging your chest. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr5.webm"></video></center> She slowly starts kissing your neck while removing your top, then continues the massage. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr6.webm"></video></center> After a minute of pure extacy, you feel her hands grab your underwear and pull them down to your knees. //Oh fuck yes. // She slowly slides her hands back up your hips and wraps them around to the front again. Massaging the area just above your pussy. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr7.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Please. @@ The word comes out on it's own and you feel her hands stop. She steps back from you as you turn to face her now completely naked in the laundry room. @@ You: MOM! @@ @@ Mom: What? Mommy's little brat said I didn't do a good punishment. My pride was tested. @@ @@ You: That's what that was? A punishment? @@ @@ Mom: The punishment is the state that I've now left you in. @@ She grabs her basket and exists the room with a big smile on her face. @@ You: I hate you. @@ @@ Mom: I love you too Sweetie. @@ You glance over at the open door and then down to your soaking wet pussy. @@ You: Fuck it. @@ <<linkreplace "Masturbate">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr8.webm"></video></center> You keep watching the door, hoping for someone, anyone to walk by and see you in your currently deranged state. The thoughts stop after only a few seconds, as you feel your body start to tremble with a powerful orgasm that leaves you naked and sweaty on the laundry room floor. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlr9.webm"></video></center> You stay there for a few more seconds, still kinda hoping that someone would walk in. But no one does, and eventually you finish what you came here to do. <<set $m10 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway10" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> Walking into the kitchen you notice your Mother and Brother are both stood at the counter, like she is teaching him something. @@ Mom: Don't hold the potato like that, that's how you cut yourself. Look I'll show you. @@ You start to walk towards them, but you notice your brother stealthily taking his phone out of his pocket. //Can he not go half a day without doing something creepy now? What have I turned him into. // You quietly walk back around the corner so only your head is peeking into the kitchen, and watch what he's going to do. //Why am I letting this happen? // Just as your finish that thought, a flash goes off under your Mother's skirt. //Fucking idiot. // @@ Mom: What was that? @@ She starts looking around the room and clearly see's him put his phone back in his pocket. @@ Brother: Not a clue Mom. @@ Her face goes through a whole range of emotions as your brother turns back to the counter. Eventually you see her smirk slightly before turning back around as well. @@ Mom: Huh, Oh well. @@ //She knows what just happened, clearly. And she isn't going to punish him? // Your Brother's tensed shoulders relax and they both go back to cutting potatos. //What the hell is that about? // @@ You: Hey Mom. What's for dinner today. @@ @@ Brother: Oh hey Cutie. @@ You ignore him completely. @@ Mom: How many times do you have to be told to not call your sister that. @@ She notices that your not even looking at him. @@ Mom: See? She clearly hates it. So cut it out.@@ @@ You: So? @@ @@ Mom: Right. Dinner is steak. If I ever get to making it. My sous chef here is not every reliable. @@ @@ Brother: Wait. I'm supposed to be making soup? @@ Your Mother looks at you with a blank expression. @@ You: Sous chef... dumbass. It's like the second in command. @@ @@ Brother: Command who? @@ @@ You: Oh my god. Mom? @@ @@ Mom: Let's just move past the whole conversation, ok? @@ @@ Brother: Sure, as long as I don't have to make soup. @@ She turns towards you and gives you a pained expression. @@ Mom: Since you are here Kaley, can you cut up the potatos. Zachy here is taking half the potato every cut. And apparently trying to take his own fingers too. @@ @@ You: Out of the way Moron. @@ You shove him out of the way and he walks over to the table to sit down. <<linkreplace "5 Minutes later ">> The potatos are all peeled and started to be cooked, while your Mother is now starting to cook the steak. @@ Brother: I don't want it pink. @@ @@ Mom: I know, I know. The little baby wants it well done. Basically ruined. @@ @@ Brother: Uh huh. @@ You think to say something else to him but then remember that you were ignoring him. So you go back to looking at your phone, sat on the other side of the table from him. A text appears on the screen as your watching a video on social media, and you click into before reading who it was. <center><img src= "img/mupskirt.jpg" /></center> Your mouth reacts faster than you can think. @@ You: What the fuck is wrong with you? @@ The smile on his face disappears immediately. @@ Brother: Uh. @@ Your Mom spins around from the stove. @@ Mom: What's wrong? What happened? @@ @@ Brother: I... @@ //Fuck. Now what do I do. // @@ You: He was trying to take a picture up my skirt. @@ //THAT'S WORSE. I MADE IT WORSE. // @@ Brother: WAIT! @@ @@ Mom: Your sure that's what he did? @@ You look at his face turning a bright red color and start to see anger on it. //FUUUUUCK. // @@ You: Maybe he didn't. @@ @@ Brother: I swear I didn't. You can look at my pictures. @@ //Or I can get Mom to look at them instead. // @@ You: You look Mom. I'm afraid of what I'll do if see it. @@ They both give you a look of knowing exactly whats about to happen. She walks over, trying to act normal and takes the phone out of his hand, which is basically trembling at this point. You watch her swipe her finger across the phone a few times before opening the photo album, then stop. She stands there for a few seconds staring at the screen like she is deciding what to do. //Perfect. // She hands the phone back to him. @@ Mom: No dirty photos on it, sweetie. @@ //HUH. // You see him let out a huge sigh of relief. @@ You: Really? Nothing? @@ He gives you a angry side eye. @@ Mom: Yup. @@ She walks back to the stove to continue cooking. @@ Brother: I would never do something like that. @@ @@ Mom: Yes you would. @@ @@ You: Yes you would. @@ You both look at eachother and laugh as your father walks into the kitchen as well. @@ Dad: Who would what? @@ @@ You: Uh... @@ @@ Brother: They're saying I would take a picture up a girls skirt. @@ @@ Dad: Oh... been there. @@ @@ Mom: MATTHEW! @@ @@ Dad: Well it was your skirt. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ //If only Dad knew what just happened. // @@ Mom: OK, enough of this conversation. Dinner is nearly done. So you two can set the table. @@ She points at your Brother and Father. @@ Dad: Perfect timing, right? @@ @@ Brother: Yea, it's almost like your nose told you food was being cooked. @@ @@ Dad: Shut it, jackass. @@ He whacks him lightly on the back of the head and they both smile as they start setting up the table. @@ Brother: Why doesn't Kaley have to help? @@ @@ Mom: She helped cook. @@ @@ Brother: So did I. @@ @@ Mom: You nearly ruining 2 potatos doesn't count as helping. @@ The meal goes along as normal, with you returning back to ignoring your Brother. And eventually you head up to your room for the rest of the night. <a data-passage="11" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing, from an unknown number. Debating to yourself if you even want to answer it, you eventually give in after 10 seconds when it still hasn't stopped. @@ You: Hello? @@ @@ Unknown: Do you have a moment to talk about... @@ @@ You: Fuck off. @@ You press the button to hang up and block the number, then notice it's only 7:45 am. @@ You: Fuuuuuck. Early day today I guess. @@ Editing doesn't happen on it's own. I guess I can get a couple videos done before breakfast. After turning the PC on and opening up the folder you find that you only have one video left to edit. <<linkreplace "Open it ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr8.webm"></video></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr9.webm"></video></center> //So gross. Think I can still taste it. // //Wait... did I smile while it was happening. // You watch it back again and see exactly what you already knew you saw. //Why do I look happy. It was one of the worst moments of my life. There is really something wrong with me. // //Or maybe there is something right about me. // You reach down to your already wet pussy. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/finger1.webm"></video></center> //Am I really gong to masturbate to a video of my Brother cumming on my face? No, no way. // <<linkreplace "Open Thic-Thot">> You click back into your new favorite channel, which is basically the male version of yourself. Just way further along in his endeavours. "sis wanted a nice walk in the park, had other plans though" <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/tt/tt2.webm"></video></center> //He puts her face in the video? // "she told me to pull out this time..." <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/tt/tt3.webm"></video></center> "didnt say I couldnt put it back in though " <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/tt/tt4.webm"></video></center> You feel yourself nearly climax at the thought of that same thing happening in your house. //So fucking hot. // You start reaching for the bottom drawer of you desk where you hide your dildo, after swinging the door open, almost violently, you tumble out of your chair and land on your ass on the floor. Lucky for you there is a lot of coushin there so you barely feel it, and it doesn't slow you down at all. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/dildo2.webm"></video></center> Only 10 seconds has gone by when your door swings open. @@ Dad: Everything ok Cutie? I heard... @@ @@ You: Dad! @@ You make eye contact with him for only a split second and it's enough to send you over the edge. @@ Dad: SHIT! Sorry, sorry. @@ He turns around just as quickly and closes the door behind him after leaving. @@ You: Daddy. @@ You hear his voice call out again as he is walking away. @@ Dad: Sorry.@@ Quiet takes the room, and eventually you close out of the window to find the video of your brother cumming on your face is still open. @@ You: Ugh. @@ You then come to the realisation that you have no clue how to edit your face out of it. //Fuck my life. // <a data-passage="hallway11" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <<set $d11 to 0>> <<set $b11 to 0>> <<set $m11 to 0>> <<set $k11 to 0>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Ready for the next episode? @@ He watches as you walk into the room and sit down next to him wearing a very short skirt. @@ Dad: What are you wearing? @@ @@ You: A skirt. @@ @@ Dad: That's a skirt? Where's the rest of it? @@ @@ You: See, look. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease8.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Skirt. @@ As you giggle to yourself, you look back at him and see he is already blushing and breathing a little heavy. @@ You: You ok Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: Yea, just sit down will yah. And stop giving me heart palpitations.@@ @@ You: Want me to put on the show? @@ @@ Dad: Sure. @@ He tosses you the remote but you fumble the catch and it lands behind you. You smirk as you turn around to pick it up. @@ You: I meant the TV show Dad. Not my ass. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease9.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Lord help me. @@ @@ You: What's wrong? @@ He lets out a loud exhale. @@ Dad: Nothing. Just sit your ass in the chair and turn the show on. @@ <<linkreplace "An hour later">> //Well what the hell. There was no nudity at all in that episode. // @@ Dad: Well that was pretty good. This show is looking damn good so far. @@ @@ You: It was alright. @@ @@ Dad: The fighting and gore not for you? @@ @@ You: Not really. I like spending time with you though. So I want to keep watching it. @@ @@ Dad: We can pick a different show Cutie. @@ @@ You: No, lets at least give this one a few more episodes. @@ @@ Dad: Same time tomorrow? @@ @@ You: Sounds good. @@ //Dammit. It's decided, tomorrow I sit on him. // <<set $d11 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway11" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You swing open the door expecting to find him doing something raunchy, but intead find him just watching a cartoon. @@ You: The hell is this? @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ You: Shouldn't you be watching porn or jerking off or something? @@ @@ Brother: My life isn't controlled by my dick yah know. @@ @@ You: Could've fooled me. @@ @@ Brother: For someone that's apparently not talking to me, you sure do spend a lot of time in my room... talking to me. @@ @@ You: Shut it. I need your help. @@ He just looks at you waiting for you to continue. @@ You: Do you know how to blur things in a video? @@ @@ Brother: Blur what? @@ @@ You: My face. @@ @@ Brother: Just crop it out. @@ @@ You: I can't. Then I'll lose the focal point of the shot. @@ @@ Brother: Ohhh. Of the shot. I know what your talking about now. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Brother: The cumshot... it was a joke right? @@ //Wow. // @@ You: That wasn't intentional. But yes that shot. @@ He stands there with a goofy smile on his face. @@ You: Your trying to remember it aren't you. @@ @@ Brother: I don't have too. @@ He walks over to his PC and clicks on an icon on his desktop. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr9.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Why is it on your desktop. Mom or Dad could see that. @@ @@ Brother: So? They won't know it's me. @@ @@ You: It's still a video of your sister getting a facial. Idiot. @@ @@ Brother: Right. I'll move it. @@ He drags it into a folder called "Homework". @@ You: Homework? Really? @@ @@ Brother: Why not? @@ @@ You: You don't go to school anymore... @@ He gives you a dumb expression and clicks to rename the folder. He types "sister porn" and hits enter. @@ Brother: Happy? @@ @@ You: No one will be if our parents see the contents of it. @@ He clicks into the folder and it lags his whole PC for a solid 15 seconds before a collection of videos appear with a scroll bar that is only about an 8th of an inch thick. @@ You: The fuck is wrong with you? How many videos are there? @@ @@ Brother: Like 2000. So whoever it is that somehow gets into this folder, the odds they find you is nearly impossible. @@ @@ You: Now how are you going to find it so you can edit it? @@ @@ Brother: Easy. It's named "goto". @@ @@ You: Goto? What's that supposed to mean. @@ @@ Brother: My go to video. @@ He grins and does a jerking off motion with his hand. @@ You: Fucking gross. @@ @@ Brother: Anyway, I don't have any editing software, so you're going to have to do it yourself. @@ @@ You: No, you're doing it, Mr. Manager. @@ @@ Brother: Manager, not editor. @@ @@ You: You're both if you ever want to get anywhere near me with that... thing again. @@ @@ Brother: God dammit. @@ You start to leave the room, but like always he stops you. @@ Brother: Ahem. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: It's like tradition at this point. @@ <<linkreplace "Do it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip9.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: That's it? @@ @@ You: If you bring me the edited video today... maybe there will be more. @@ <<set $b11 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway11" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> As you sit on your PC reading comments on your page, your door swings open and in walks your brother holding a usb stick. @@ Brother: I got it. @@ @@ You: Got what? @@ He stops in his tracks and starts to smile at you. @@ Brother: The declaration of independence... @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: The video. I blurred it. @@ He stands there for another few seconds smiling. @@ Brother: I'm supposed to be the dumb one, you know? @@ @@ You: Right. These damn comments get into my head. @@ @@ Brother: Ah. Why care about what they say? @@ @@ You: Cause they pay me... and they pay you now too. @@ He gets up next to you and starts reading a random comment. @@ Brother: dis bitch could be #1 if she did more public stuff. @@ @@ You: See? @@ @@ Brother: He's probably not wrong. @@ @@ You: Yea but it's the words that piss me off. He didn't have to call me a bitch. @@ @@ Brother: Right, you prefer slut. @@ Almost instantly you feel a tingle all over your body. //What the fuck. Keep it together. // @@ Brother: We can go out somewhere tomorrow and film some stuff. @@ @@ You: Like where? @@ @@ Brother: Leave it to me, Slut. I'll figure it out. @@ He starts walking out of the room, usb stick still in hand. @@ You: Ahem. @@ @@ Brother: What? Oh, you want me to start the tradition too? @@ He quickly pulls his pants down. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bdd.webm"></video></center> @@ You: No moron. The usb stick. @@ @@ Brother: Ah. @@ He pulls his pants back up and walks back to you. @@ You: Why is your dick even hard? @@ @@ Brother: That's my secret Cutie... I'm always hard. @@ @@ You: Oh god. @@ He can't help but laugh as he plugs the usb stick into your PC. @@ Brother: Honestly, calling you slut get's me to half mast almost instantly. @@ @@ You: Jesus. Will you stop. @@ @@ Brother: Where? @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Brother: You said "Jesus. Will you stop." Where is he. @@ A smile almost cracks on your face but you stop it as he watches intently for your reaction. @@ You: I fucking hate you. @@ @@ Brother: No you don't. Not after you see the amazing edit job I did. @@ He clicks into the usb drive then into the video. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/hr9blur.webm"></video></center> @@ You: You can still see my face. @@ @@ Brother: Yea, not really. Not enough to be able to recognise you. I couldn't do anymore cause you ruin the "shot" then. @@ @@ You: Fine. It's good enough I guess. Now get out. @@ @@ Brother: Well... I specifically remember you saying that if I got it done today, there would be more. @@ @@ You: I said "might be more". @@ @@ Brother: And I'm saying there should be more. I had to buy a damn editing program to do that. @@ @@ You: No way. I bet there are hundreds of programs that can do it better then that, for free. @@ He stands there a little dumbfounded, but after a couple seconds he finds his resolve and continues asking for his reward. @@ Brother: So...? @@ //Why won't he just demand it? Or better yet take it. // @@ You: Fine wimp. What do you want? @@ @@ Brother: I'll take one handjob please. @@ @@ You: You're joking. @@ @@ Brother: Nope. @@ @@ You: Pick something else. @@ A smirk appears on his face. @@ Brother: A blowjob then? @@ You stare back at him in response. @@ Brother: Anal? @@ @@ You: Are you fucking kidding me. Go back the other way. @@ @@ Brother: Fine. How about I finger you and I get to cum on your face again? @@ The staring contest continues. @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ You: I'll touch your dick again. That's it. @@ @@ Brother: And I get to cum on your face again. @@ @@ You: NO! @@ @@ Brother: On your boobs? @@ The staring contest ends with you walking towards your door to lock it. @@ You: Fine. I'll record it, so at least I get some content out of it. @@ @@ Brother: Sweeeeeeeeeeet. @@ You watch as he excitedly takes his pants off again and trips over them, tumbling onto your bed. Then he pulls his dick out of his underwear. @@ You: Ew. Get your dick off my bed. @@ He sits back up again and looks towards you expectantly. @@ You: Ugh. @@ <<linkreplace "Grab it ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: That's the stuff. Right there. @@ @@ You: Don't talk. @@ @@ Brother: Why? I can't tell my little slutty sister that she's doing a good job jerking her brother off? @@ Once again you feel that tingle all over your body. This time he notices it though. @@ Brother: Oh. You liked that didn't you slut? @@ //Fuck. // You don't respond and just continue what you were doing as he takes his underwear off. @@ Brother: They were starting to get in the way of my little slut doing her job. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj2.webm"></video></center> Just as you start to feel him tense up, he grabs your hand and stops you. @@ Brother: No no no, little slut. Take that top off now. @@ <<linkreplace "Do it">>, <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip10.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: And the rest. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip11.webm"></video></center> He just watches as you follow his orders, with an amazed look on his face. //Well fuck. Now he's going to think he can just boss me around. // @@ Brother: Get in position, slut. @@ //Fuuuuuuck. // He keeps recording the whole time, trying to not record your faces. @@ You: Happy? @@ @@ Brother: Almost. @@ He pulls you into a missionary position, and you give him a very stern look. @@ Brother: Don't worry slut. I won't fuck you... yet. @@ He starts jerking off while recording it, every now and then his balls touch your pussy and it sends shivers down your spine. Until he finshes. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj3.webm"></video></center> You can't help but orgasm yourself as you feel shot after shot of hot cum land all over your body. Some on your chin, and some just inches from your pussy. A few seconds of quiet go by as he stops recording. @@ Brother: Wow. @@ @@ You: Uh huh. Now get me some damn tissues. @@ @@ Brother: The bitch is back. @@ @@ You: HEY! @@ He grabs some tissues from the box nearby and tosses them on your stomach. @@ Brother: Clean yourself up, slut. You're a mess. @@ Then he pulls up his pants and walks to the door. @@ You: You just got cum all over your boxers and pants... idiot. @@ @@ Brother: It was worth it. For the lols. @@ He closes the door behind him. The rest of the night is uneventful. You upload the now first cumshot video, and go to sleep. Telling yourself you aren't going to look at any comments until tomorrow night. <a data-passage="12" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> After waking and checking your phone, you almost nearly break your vow to not check the comments already. After seeing 34 new subscribers and 27 new comments in your emails. You click on the first comment but then instantly exit out of it. //Forget it. Not worth it. // You notice the time and think to yourself that you might be able to get lucky and find someone in the shower. So you grab a clean set of clothes and head that way. <<linkreplace "To the Bathroom ">> <center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> As you get to the bathroom door you stop and listen for a second to see if anyone is in there. The sounds from inside are more than just a shower running though. //The hell is that noise? // You press your ear to the door and listen intently for a few seconds. The sound you hear is a rythmic thumping, followed by a slight squeak everytime. The handle moves freely as you grab it so you decide to quietly open the door and peek in. The sounds makes sense instantly as you realise whats happening. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dmshower1.webm"></video></center> //Well this could be fun. // //Think Im a little over dressed though. // You pull off your pajama pants and toss them into your room. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dmshower2.webm"></video></center> //Perfect. // <<linkreplace "Walk in">> When you step inside the view is completely different. Now you see your Mother on her knees in front of your father as he's about to finish. @@ You: WHOA! @@ @@ Mom: KALEY! @@ They both freeze for a half second as you turn your body away from them, giving them both a view of your ass. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dmshower4.webm"></video></center> But as you glance back over your shoulder you see your father couldn't stop himself. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dmshower3.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: MATT! @@ @@ Dad: Well what do you expect me to do? Suck it back in? @@ She tries to hide herself behind your Father now, so all you can see is her face peeking out from behind his ass. @@ Mom: Sorry you had to see that Cutie. @@ @@ You: I... @@ @@ Mom: Kaley? @@ @@ You: Uh... @@ @@ Mom: Give us a minute, please.@@ @@ You: Sure. I just wanted to take a shower. @@ You step just outside the door and close it. //Wow. Of all the things I thought I might see. That wasn't one of them. Actually I probably should of expected that to be honest. // A couple minutes go by and they both walk out of the bathroom. Your Father just walks on by, while your Mother stops to say something. @@ Mom: The door knob is obviously broken. I know I locked it. But again Im sorry you saw that. No kid should see there parents doing that. @@ @@ You: UH... I've heard stories of kids catching there parents having sex. But I'm pretty sure none of them saw there Dad cumming on there Moms tits. @@ She frowns but after a second you see it almost turn into a smile but she stops herself. @@ You: Were you about to laugh? @@ @@ Mom: No way. Absolutely not. @@ She walks away following her husband. <<set $d12 to 0>> <<set $b12 to 0>> <<set $m12 to 0>> <<set $k12 to 0>> <a data-passage="hallway12" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> You step into the living room at the same time as always, but this time your all alone. //What gives? // @@ You: DAD! @@ No answer can heard from anywhere in the house. Rather than be active about the situation, you decide the lazy route is better. You sit down in his chair and scream out once more. @@ You: DAD! @@ This time you hear your Mom answer from the top of the stairs. @@ Mom: He went to the store. @@ @@ You: What the hell. We are supposed to watch our show now. @@ @@ Mom: Patients, Cutie. It's only a few minutes away.@@ @@ You: Whatever. @@ <<linkreplace "5 minutes later">> With your phone managing to keep you occupied the whole time, your Father finally walks in with a bag full of snacks. @@ You: Your late. @@ @@ Dad: Yes, but I got snacks. @@ He holds out the bag and you inspect the contents. @@ You: I guess it was worth it. I'm still going to punish you though. @@ @@ Dad: Punish me? @@ @@ You: Yup. Sit down. @@ He sits down in his spot and lays the bag of snacks next to him. <<linkreplace "Sit on him">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/lap.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: What are you doing? @@ @@ You: This is your punishment. I'm going to sit in your lap the whole episode. @@ @@ Dad: I don't think that's neccesary. You're not as light as you once were. That butts got some pounds to it. @@ You can't help but grin. @@ You: Well now I'm deffinetly not moving. @@ Just as you go to hit play on the remote, your Mom walks in the room. @@ Mom: What's this about? @@ @@ You: His punishment for being late. @@ @@ Mom: And your still going to go through with it, even after what you saw this morning? @@ @@ Dad: I don't think anyone needs reminding of that. @@ @@ You: Wow, Mom. @@ She laughs as she grabs a chocolate bar out of the bag. @@ Dad: Sure you don't want to join us? @@ @@ Mom: The blood, gore and sex show? No I'm good thanks. @@ She starts walking back to the stairs. //Good. // @@ Dad: Oh well. Hit it Princess. @@ <<linkreplace "25 minutes later">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/tv2.webm"></video></center> //Perfect. // The scene continues with more nudity, and you start to feel him squirm under you. @@ You: What's wrong, Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: Maybe you should sit in your own spot now. @@ @@ You: Your punishment isn't over though. @@ He shifts again and you easily feel his half hard dick now stick into your butt. @@ You: Jeez Dad. She's not that hot, is she? @@ @@ Dad: This isn't happening. @@ @@ You: Is she hotter than me? @@ @@ Dad: Nope. Not even close. Now lets just continue watching, shall we? @@ You hit pause on the remote. //I finally got him where I want him. // @@ You: I think your just saying that. @@ @@ Dad: Nope. @@ @@ You: Than how exactly am I hotter? @@ He puts his head down and starts mumbling to himself, as you turn to face him, still sitting on his lap. @@ Dad: You are the most beautiful woman in the world Princess. @@ @@ You: I didn't say looks Daddy. I said Hot. How am I hotter than her? @@ He starts to blush and breath heavier. //This is usually when he would try to get away. // @@ Dad: I think I heard your Mother calling out. Let me up. @@ @@ You: Mom left 10 minutes ago to get groceries. @@ @@ Dad: Fuck. Maybe it was Zach then. @@ You stop and listen with him for a minute, knowing full well no one sang out. @@ You: Nothing. Now answer the question Daddy. @@ @@ Dad: Ok ok. Your... butt is perfect. @@ @@ You: This Butt? @@ You stand in front of him while keeping your legs inbetween his. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease10.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Oh god... yes, that butt. @@ @@ You: What else? @@ @@ Dad: Your uh... breasts are immaculate. @@ @@ You: Immaculate huh? These things? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease11.webm"></video></center> When you pull your top back down you look in his lap and see a huge bulge. @@ You: Wow. Guess you weren't lying. She didn't get a reaction like that. @@ @@ Dad: Are you done now? @@ You pause while looking him in the eyes. @@ You: Can I see it? @@ @@ Dad: WHAT? No you can't see it. @@ @@ You: Why not? I already have like 5 times. @@ @@ Dad: Those were accid... Five? @@ @@ You: Probably. @@ @@ Dad: Still no. @@ @@ You: I'll show you mine. @@ He stops to think. <<linkreplace "Do it">> You decide to not give him a chance to answer. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease12.webm"></video></center> He watches intently as you tease him for a full minute. Every few seconds you see the bulge in his pants shift a little. @@ You: Now can I see it? @@ He doesn't respond. @@ You: Guess I'll have to do it myself. @@ <<linkreplace "Take it out ">> Instantly as you see it you lose control. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/ddick1.webm"></video></center> //I LICKED IT. I licked Dad's dick. // You look up to see his reaction, but he just has his head leaned back on the chair. //I can't just suck it... can I? // Your pause seems to have let him regain his composure, as he leans forward and looks at you. @@ Dad: Ok, you saw it. Now you can let go of it. @@ @@ You: Sure you don't want me to move my hand up and down a little? @@ His dick tenses, and he doesn't say anything else. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dhj1.webm"></video></center> He only manages to last a couple strokes before finishing all over your hand and chest. @@ You: Well that was fast. @@ @@ Dad: Well I never expected to have my own daughter... @@ He stops himself and stands up. Putting his dick right at your mouth. @@ Dad: Careful what you wish for with me Cutie. You don't want to poke this bear. @@ A smile creeps onto both of your faces. @@ You: I think I just did. @@ He smacks your ass once, as hard as he can, and walks away. @@ You: Same time tomorrow? @@ @@ Dad: Sure. @@ <<set $d12 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway12" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> The last hour has been spent with a morale issue swimming around in your head. Now that you finally managed to break through to some form of physical contact with your Father, you realise you can't just straight up record it with him. Your brother was easy cause he found your page. But you feel like he would just go along with it anyway. So now you had the idea of setting up some hidden camera's in the house. Hence the morale issue. But the thinking once again comes to an end when your door swings open. @@ Brother: Sup Cutie? @@ You answer him with a dirty look. @@ Brother: Whoa. You all up in your feelings or something? @@ Again you just stare at him this time just to mess with him. @@ Brother: That time of the month? @@ @@ You: WHAT? @@ You turn to try and find something to throw at him but there is nothing nearby worth throwing. Then when you look back he is hiding behind your closet door. @@ Brother: What happened? You good? @@ @@ You: I couldn't find something I wanted to throw. @@ @@ Brother: Oh. Good. You ready to go? @@ @@ You: Where? @@ @@ Brother: Um. I don't know. @@ @@ You: Good job coming up with a plan. @@ @@ Brother: I figured we would just go. @@ @@ You: In the car? That we don't own. For no reason. @@ @@ Brother: We can walk. @@ @@ You: You want to walk? But again, where? @@ @@ Brother: The mall? @@ @@ You: Can you make it that far? @@ @@ Brother: You've seen my body. Of course I can make it there. @@ @@ You: Yea, but I'm pretty sure you took some weird drugs to get that body. Or you made a deal with the devil. @@ He smirks and strikes a pose. @@ You: Cause I've also seen you walking, running and swimming. You've got no stamina at all. @@ @@ Brother: Oh I can show you my stamina. @@ He humps the air a few times as you face palm in response. @@ You: Ew. @@ @@ Brother: Well I'm ready to go, so put on something hot and lets hit the road. @@ You start to question the hot remark but stop when you realise his intent. @@ You: Your going to record stuff. @@ @@ Brother: Of course I am. Lets go. @@ He walks out the door, through the hall and down the stairs. <<linkreplace "Get dressed">> You take a few minutes to pick an outfit and join him downstairs, When you get to the bottom of the stairs you hear a conversation happening. @@ Mom: Where are you headed? @@ @@ Brother: To the mall. @@ @@ Mom: By yourself? @@ @@ Brother: Kaley is coming. @@ @@ Mom: Really? You two are getting along now? @@ You decide to stay in the hallway and listen to what he has to say before making your presence known. @@ Brother: We almost always got along Mom. But yea I guess we got a bit... closer... the last week or so.@@ //What is this idiot doing. // @@ Mom: Oh really? And what caused this sudden change? @@ //I have to stop this before he says something dumb, like he always does. // @@ You: You ready dweeb? @@ @@ Brother: Yea lets go. @@ @@ Mom: Do you guys want to take the car? @@ @@ You: Apparently we are walking. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, get some nice exercise. I don't know if my poor little Zacky here will make it that far though. @@ She rubs the top of his head as she walks off into the living room. @@ Brother: Why does everyone think I'm out of shape? @@ @@ You: Not out of shape. We all think you're lazy. @@ @@ Brother: Oh. Yea probably true then. @@ [[5 minutes later]] <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src="img/walk.jpg" style="width: 55%; height: 55%"></center> @@ Brother: This was a mistake.@@ @@ You: I tried to tell you. @@ @@ Brother: Can't we at least cut through the park? @@ @@ You: We will. @@ @@ Brother: When? @@ @@ You: When we get to it. @@ @@ Brother: We aren't even to the park yet? It seems so close when you drive. @@ //This is going to become painful if I don't shut him up. // @@ You: Start recording. @@ @@ Brother: Gladly. @@ Just as he starts recording you get to the entrance of the park. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic9.webm"></video></center> //Maybe that will shut him up. // A few minutes go by of silence, when you notice he is very close behind you. Turning quickly, you see him pull his hand, with his phone in it, back from close behind you. @@ You: What are you doing. @@ @@ Brother: Uh, recording. @@ @@ You: Recording what? @@ He thinks to himself for a second before answering. @@ Brother: Well your the one that has to upload it, so I guess I should just show you. @@ <<linkreplace "The video. ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic11.webm"></video></center> @@ You: What the fuck. You realise how god damn awkward it would be if someone saw you do that? What would I even say to them. @@ @@ Brother: I don't know, I don't care. It's a hot as fuck video. @@ You can't deny that. @@ You: Yea but you can't do that. @@ @@ Brother: Fine. How about I just hold my phone here in this one spot. And you just so happened to stand above it. And maybe shake it a little. @@ You respond by giving him a little smile and a nod downwards. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic10.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Good? @@ @@ Brother: Amazing. @@ There is now a huge bulge in his pants that you see right away. @@ You: Put that thing away. Jesus. @@ @@ Brother: And how do you expect me to do that. @@ @@ You: Point it up or something. @@ He tries to be subtle about it, but it's still very obvious what hes doing. You scan around though and don't see anyone watching. @@ Brother: Better? @@ You look down again and can still easily see his massive dick shaping the front of his pants. @@ You: No. Not really. @@ @@ Brother: Well the only thing to do is to get rid of it. @@ @@ You: You are not jerking off in the park. @@ A grin starts to appear on his face. @@ Brother: You can do it for me. @@ @@ You: Fuck no I will not. @@ @@ Brother: Think of the content. @@ @@ You: I haven't even looked at the comments from the first time I did it, and this will be the third. @@ @@ Brother: Yes it will be. Lets go over here. @@ He grabs your hand and drags you into a dense part of the park. @@ You: Your really not going to stop are you? @@ He responds by pulling out his fully erect dick. @@ You: You didn't even bother to check if someone can see you, moron. @@ @@ Brother: Let them watch. @@ @@ You: Thats how we end up arrested. @@ @@ Brother: Right. @@ You both take a second to make sure no one can see you. After a minute you are confident no one can. @@ Brother: Good, now try to make it believable. @@ @@ You: It's 100% real though. @@ @@ Brother: And yet you make it so fake sounding. Also try to show a little of yourself. Give them something to look at other than my dick, as amazing as it is, I don't think they want to only see it.@@ He takes his phone out again and starts recording. @@ Brother: Ok sis. You see anyone? @@ @@ You: No one. You really want me to do this here? @@ @@ Brother: I want you to do it everywhere. @@ <<linkreplace "Grab it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublichj1.webm"></video></center> Eventually he says the thing you didn't want to hear. @@ Brother: Get on your knees. @@ You start to argue but see he is still recording. //Little fucker. // <<linkreplace "Do it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublichj2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Yuck. @@ He puts his phone down after you say that. @@ Brother: You licked it. @@ @@ You: I got caught up in the moment. Never mention it again. @@ @@ Brother: Ok... sure. @@ [[To the Mall]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/mall.jpg" /></center> @@ Brother: So why are we even here? @@ @@ You: Your the one that suggested it. @@ @@ Brother: Yea but your the girl. You must have a reason to go in. @@ @@ You: You know, that's a little sexist I think. @@ @@ Brother: Well. Am I wrong. @@ //I guess I could buy some cameras while we are here. // @@ You: Ugh. Lets go. @@ You start walking towards the entrance and he falls in line with your step. @@ Brother: I love being right. @@ @@ You: Shut it. @@ @@ Brother: So what did you want to... @@ He stopped walking mid sentence and is staring off to the right. You look over to see what caught his attention and see a woman putting something in her back seat. @@ You: What are you looking at? @@ @@ Brother: Wait for it. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Brother: WAIT FOR ITTTTTTTT. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/wfi.webm"></video></center> @@ You: How the hell did you know that was going to happen. @@ He pauses before answering and starts smiling. @@ Brother: I'm God. @@ You roll your eyes so hard you swear you caught a glimpse of your own brain. @@ You: Well come on God. I've got cameras to buy. @@ <<linkreplace "Tech store">> You've made it all the way to the tech store without a word out of him. But once he steps inside the store, it's like his brain turns back on. @@ Brother: Cameras? What kind of camera? @@ @@ You: What the? Where were you the last 2 minutes? @@ @@ Brother: I was thinking. @@ @@ You: About that girls butt, right? @@ The smile appears on his face once more. @@ Brother: It was a nice butt. @@ @@ You: Kinda small. @@ @@ Brother: Compared to yours, almost every butt is small. @@ @@ You: Hey... wait, I guess that's a complement. @@ @@ Brother: Sure. @@ You slap him on the arm lightly and start trying to find the camera section. @@ Brother: You still never said what kind of camera. @@ @@ You: Small one. For the house. @@ @@ Brother: Why? @@ @@ You: To record stuff. Duh. @@ @@ Brother: But one of us always does that. @@ //Shit. How do I explain this. // @@ You: Your the one that spies on our parents fucking every week. @@ @@ Brother: Hey. @@ He starts quickly looking around to see if anyone is listening. @@ You: Oh like you even care. @@ @@ Brother: Yea I guess I don't. But why would you want to record them? To upload it? @@ @@ You: Not of Mom and Dad no. @@ //Shit. // @@ Brother: So of me and you then. @@ //Wow. He really is kinda dumb. // @@ You: Yes. @@ @@ Brother: But one of us always records it. @@ @@ You: I... whats happening inside your head right now? @@ @@ Brother: Not going to lie. Most of my brain power is still picturing the butt. @@ @@ You: Woooooow. @@ You walk a way from him a little, hoping he will let the topic go. @@ You: They don't have any wifi cameras? @@ A sales girl about your age, hears you and walks over. @@ Saleswoman: Can I help you with anything?@@ @@ You: Um. @@ //How the hell do I ask for a hidden camera. // Your brother jumps in before you get a chance to start answering her. @@ Brother: She's looking for a spy cam. She freaky freaky. @@ You whack him on the arm again, this time a bit harder. @@ You: Not a spy cam. Just like a hidden... one. @@ @@ Brother: Freaky freaky. @@ This time he starts dancing as he says it in a sing song way. You reach out to smack him again but he pulls away just in time while still dancing. @@ Brother: She freaky, freaky. @@ @@ You: Ignore him. @@ @@ Saleswoman: At least he's here with you shopping. Most boyfriends will just stay home.@@ @@ You: He's not... @@ You feel him jump over and put his arm around your waist. @@ Brother: Nah. I would do anything for my girl. @@ You feel his hand slap your bare ass, under your skirt. @@ You: WHAT... he means to say is its actually for him. We think something is in the attic. @@ You see her brain start kick in to overdrive. And the obvious questions are easy for you to come up with as well. But after a couple seconds she just seems to ignore them. @@ Saleswoman: Well, sorry to say but the only camera we have left, that suits your "situation" is a little expensive. It's some new technology, that I actually don't know if it works or not. Apparently its a little drone that you can set up to record certain things... and it will just patrol until it finds it, then records it. @@ @@ Brother: That sounds amazing. How much is it? @@ @@ Saleswoman: $500. @@ He gulps and takes a step back. @@ You: I'll take it. @@ They both look at you with shock. @@ Saleswoman: Ok then. I'll get the key to take it out and meet you at the register. @@ She walks off as your Brother stares at you. @@ Brother: Where the hell you get that kinda money? @@ @@ You: I figure it will pay for its self in like a week. So why not. @@ @@ Brother: So you are going to record Mom and Dad. @@ You check to see where the sales woman is and find that she is luckily still on the other side of the store. @@ You: Not just them. No. @@ @@ Brother: So you and Mom? @@ His eyes go a little wide as he says it. @@ You: Shush. She's coming back. @@ @@ Brother: WAIT. You and Dad? @@ You're sure she heard that as she walks up and starts unlocking the case. @@ You: Stop. @@ His face is now a bright shade of red as he turns around and starts walking out of the store. @@ You: Can you wait for me. @@ <<linkreplace "2 Minutes later ">> You find him outside the mall sat on a bench. @@ You: What are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: Your disgusting. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: You want to fuck our own Father. @@ @@ You: Will you lower your voice dumbass. Trying to tell the whole mall? @@ @@ Brother: I can't help it. It's so gross. @@ You sit down next to him so the conversation can be as quiet as possible. @@ You: Need I remind you... Brother... that not even 20 minutes ago, I jerked you off in the park and licked your dick. @@ @@ Brother: That's different. @@ @@ You: How? @@ He can't come up with a response. @@ You: Also you took Mom's boobs out in the car the other day. And you took a picture up her dress. Too which she didn't even seem to care. @@ @@ Brother: You knew about that? @@ @@ You: The flash lit up the whole kitchen. How could anyone not notice it. @@ @@ Brother: Shit. @@ @@ You: Then she obviously saw the picture when she looked at your phone. @@ @@ Brother: I really don't know why she didn't say anything. @@ @@ You: Maybe she's a little freaky, freaky too. @@ He starts to dance a little but quits after only a second. @@ Brother: But you and Dad? @@ //I have to lie. To try to get him to accept it. // @@ You: We haven't done anything. I keep teasing him but he doesn't seem to care. @@ @@ Brother: Maybe cause your his Daughter. @@ @@ You: OK, so if Mom was on her knees in front of you, willing to suck your dick. You wouldn't do it? @@ He sits in silence for a few seconds. //If he says no, he's lying his dick off. // @@ Brother: There is no way that would happen. @@ @@ You: Oh I bet it could actually. Mom is way easier than dad is. @@ @@ Brother: What? What did you do with her? @@ @@ You: We've seen eachother completely naked a lot the past couple weeks. @@ @@ Brother: Oh, thats nothing. @@ @@ You: She slapped my ass. @@ @@ Brother: I did that like 5 minutes ago. @@ @@ You: I sucked on her nipple and she massaged my boobs a couple times. @@ His face goes blank. @@ Brother: How? @@ @@ You: She's kinda easy. @@ @@ Brother: Yea for you. Your both girls.@@ @@ You: I bet if you tried you could get her into it. @@ //What am I even saying. And why is it turning me on so much. // @@ You: Just make sure you record it with this thing and come tell me all about it. @@ A smile appears on his face once more. @@ Brother: You really are a freak. @@ @@ You: I guess so yea. @@ @@ Brother: Then let's start walking home my little freaky slut. I got a new quest. @@ You roll your eyes at him as he starts strutting away. @@ You: So your ok with the Dad thing? @@ @@ Brother: No clue what your talking about. @@ //Well I guess thats good enough for now. // <<set $b12 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway12" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> From the conversation with your Brother and the "advancement" with your Father, you feel a sense of accomplishment for todays events. //There is no way these comments can ruin my mood now.// The next couple minutes are spent looking through the emails of the comments from Thic-Thot, which are basically all praise for the handjob video. Some of which just straight up talk about only your brothers dick. //Huh. Not a single annoying comment. Nice. // //Guess I should check out my expensive ass purchase from the mall. // You open the box, and take great care pulling the small bug like drone out of its packaging. <img src= "img/sb.jpg" /> After plugging the charging dock/landing pad into your PC and placing the drone on top of it, you click the power button on the cheap looking tiny remote that came with it. Which only has 3 buttons, Power, Return and Cast. @@ Spy Bot: Please set recording preference. @@ Your PC is busy installing multiple things on its own but you chose to ignore it for the amazing sight infront of you. @@ You: How the hell do I do that? @@ @@ Spy Bot: Please set recording preference. @@ @@ You: Uhhhh. Fucking... I guess. @@ @@ Spy Bot: "Uhhhh. Fucking I guess." Is not recognized by this software. Please choose different parameters. @@ You stop to think for a second this time. @@ You: Any sexual activity. @@ @@ Spy Bot: Processing... Complete. Resuming previous designation.@@ @@ You: Wait, what? "previous designation"??? The world really is full of freaks. Cheap freaks that return cool ass little drones. @@ It flies off towards the hallway completely silently and you lose track of it after only a second. The PC screen is back to normal as you look back, except for 1 new icon on the desktop. Which opens a program to access the drones videos while its on the dock. Guess I can try the Cast thing. When you press the button a video screen pops up on the monitor of a very pixelated version of the kitchen. //This looks like doodoo. 500 bucks for this? // A few seconds later the image seems to shift and settle into full 1080p video. //Oh. Never mind I guess. // The drone flies around the kitchen slowly for a minute. //Well I guess if it doesn't have anything to record it can't really do it's job. // The next 5 minutes are spent scrolling social media on your phone while the live video of the drone plays on the monitor, with it now being in the basement. //Boring. // Just as you are about to turn off the live video the drone shoots off quickly towards the other side of the basement, with nobody in sight.. //This things busted. // It slows to nearly a stop before it starts zooming in on a small grey mass in the corner of the room behind a shelf. It starts shifting slightly. @@ You: The hell am I looking at. @@ Eventually the drone gets close enough to the scene and the video comes in a little clearer. It only takes a second to realise what its recording. @@ You: Fucking gross. @@ The video is of 2 mice fucking, which is taking place just 30 feet from you. @@ You: Stop. What the fuck. @@ <<linkreplace " Press Return button">> About 30 seconds later the drone lands on the landing pad. @@ You: Your a sick fuck, you know that? @@ It obviously doesn't respond. @@ You: Set new recording parameters. @@ @@ Spy Bot: Please set recording preference. @@ //You think for a second about what to say and settle on... // @@ You: Any sexual activity involving a human. @@ //If I said multiple humans it wouldn't get someone masturbating. // @@ You: Now fly you fool. @@ It takes off once more and you settle back into your social media and random glances to the stream. 5 minutes later the drone is patroling the spare bedroom down stairs, then in the living room where you see your parents watching TV. It flies within a few feet of both of their heads with no reaction from either. Nothing seems to be happening there though so it goes on along its business. //At least I know the stealth part of it works well now. // Your phone seems to capture your attention a little too much for a while and you forget to look back at the stream. Eventually after seeing rapid movement out of the corner of your eye, you look back to see a room you've never seen before. //Where the hell did it go? // You start reaching for the remote to call it back just as it flies under a door and into a bedroom. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/n1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: WOAH! @@ After a few seconds it clicks in your head exactly what it is your looking at. The door swings open, and you fail to close the video quick enough. @@ Brother: Oh, would you looky here. @@ @@ You: It's only you, good. @@ @@ Brother: We got us a good ol' role reversal going on. @@ @@ You: What are you talking about... why am I even trying to hide it. It's not porn. @@ You click back into it and see the same couple now ending there activities. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/n2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: DAMN. What a shot. @@ He grins and pokes you in the side with his elbow a few times while raising his eyebrows. @@ You: I hate you. @@ He kisses you on the cheek. @@ Brother: No you don't. @@ @@ You: Ew. Don't do that. @@ @@ Brother: You're kidding right? After everything we've done.@@ @@ You: Yes. Don't kiss me. It's gross. @@ He just smiles and shakes his head. @@ Brother: Whatever. So your just watching porn? Not... you know, DJ'ing it up? @@ He does a DJ motion with his hand. @@ You: No moron, look again. @@ The video is now of the woman wiping the cum off her face and then laying down next to the man. @@ Brother: She looks kinda familiar. @@ @@ You: Just kinda? @@ His face lights up with realization. @@ Brother: That's Mrs.Davis, that's live?@@ @@ You: Yes, and? @@ @@ Brother: And what? @@ @@ You: The guy. @@ @@ Brother: Mr.Davis. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ You: Are you serious? @@ @@ Brother: I don't understand whats happening. So, yes? @@ @@ You: What race is Mr.Davis? @@ @@ Brother: Fuck if I know.@@ @@ You: And yet you knew that was his wife, after only a few seconds. @@ @@ Brother: Well yea. She's hot as fuck. @@ @@ You: Wow. Well Mr.Davis is black. And like 250 pounds.@@ @@ Brother: OH YEAH. That guy. Built like a damn tank. I would hate to be the guy that pisses him off. @@ @@ You: You mean like the guy that you just watched cum on his wifes face? @@ His face lights up with realization once again. @@ You: Good God. You are slow as hell sometimes. @@ @@ Brother: She's cheating on him? That's crazy. Dude looks like a badass. @@ @@ You: Looks aren't everything. Also she might not be cheating on him. He might know about it. @@ @@ Brother: I doubt it. So can you go back a bit? To the fucking?@@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Brother: Well yea. I wanna see it. @@ @@ You: I don't know if it records it. But I can try. @@ You click on the progress bar on the bottom of the player and sure enough it goes back to just before it flies under the door. @@ Brother: Awesome. You might want to lock your door. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bdick3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Go back to your own room for that. @@ @@ Brother: Nah. Then I can't get your help. @@ <<linkreplace "Lock the door">> @@ You: Be quick about it at least. I don't want to have to explain why my door is locked with you in here. @@ He starts stroking himself while watching the video, and you can't lie to yourself that it isn't turning you on. @@ Brother: If you want this to be quick. You know what to do. @@ @@ You: Fine. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip12.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: As perfect as those are, it's just not enough anymore. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip13.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow. Hot as fuck. Just not enough. @@ @@ You: Ugh. I already jerked you off once today. @@ @@ Brother: I know. And it was amazing. So let's do it again. @@ @@ You: Fine. Last time. @@ @@ Brother: Today? Sure. @@ You roll your eyes at him and walk back over next to him. <<linkreplace "Grab it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj4.webm"></video></center> //Why does his dick have to be so perfect. // @@ You: You know... I few of the comments on my page were about you. You probably already read them right? @@ @@ Brother: I actually haven't looked at it in a couple days. What did they say. @@ //This can go good or bad, either way will be funny. // @@ You: One of them said your dick was perfect and they wanted to feel it fill them up. @@ You feel his dick twitch in your hand. @@ Brother: That's fucking hot. @@ @@ You: Oh really? @@ You keep stroking his massive cock and look him in the eyes. @@ You: Do you want to know that persons user name? @@ The look on his face changes a little. @@ Brother: Do I wanna know?@@ @@ You: It was Joe Biden. @@ @@ Brother: Oh. Well that could be anyone. @@ @@ You: Joe Bi-dan actually. @@ @@ Brother: Oh. @@ You feel his dick twitch again but not in the way it usually does as it goes just a little softer. @@ You: Really? Your going to go soft cause a dude said your dick was perfect? @@ @@ Brother: And he said he wanted it to fill him up. Disgusting. @@ You can't help but laugh. @@ You: He might be on the other side of the world. @@ @@ Brother: So? It's still weird. @@ @@ You: Well your going to have to get over it. Cause with this thing being the center piece of some of my videos, the comments are going to keep coming. @@ At this point his dick is only half hard as he is currently in deep thought. @@ You: Ok. I'm sorry I brought it up. Now can you focus, so you can be done and get out of my room? @@ @@ Brother: I really don't think I can. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ //Well, it was my fault. Guess I need to fix it. // <<linkreplace "Fix it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbj1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Oh fuck. Don't stop, what the hell. @@ You grab his dick once again and feel that it's now rock hard once again. @@ You: Why would I? I already accomplished my goal. @@ You smack it hard one time and it actually stings your fingers. @@ You: Jeez. @@ @@ Brother: Yea, but you can just do it a little bit more. Cause you love me. @@ @@ You: Do I? @@ @@ Brother: I'm your Brother. Of course you love me. Now suck it... just a bit more. @@ //He's obviously close to cumming. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbj2.webm"></video></center> Just as you feel him start to tense a bit you stop again. @@ Brother: You are the worst. @@ You let out a little giggle and grab his dick again. @@ You: If I was the worst, I wouldn't do this. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj5.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow. @@ @@ You: Yea... wow. Now hand me a tissue. @@ @@ Brother: That was fucking amazing. To bad we didn't record it. @@ You both notice the PC monitor turn back on from being asleep when you accidentally bump the desk. On the screen you see yourself wiping the cum off your chin. @@ Brother: Where the fuck is it? @@ He swipes his hand aggresively through the air a couple times. @@ You: Hey, if you break it your buying a new one. @@ @@ Brother: I don't have that kind of money. @@ @@ You: Then quit swinging. And get out before Mom or Dad come looking for either one of us. @@ <a data-passage="13" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> The morning goes by uneventfully. You upload the next handjob video and think to yourself about maybe doing another sub goal. //There is no way I can be the one to bring up another sub goal. He will think I want to suck his dick. // //Future me's problem. // You decide to have a quick shower to start the day. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower4.webm"></video></center> This time you decide to be bold and leave the door wide open the whole time. But no one see's you. Then when you think about it, you realise you haven't heard a single sound come from the enitre house yet today. //The hell is going on? // As you check around you notice the entire top floor of the house is empty, so you head downstairs, and hear lowered voices talking in the kitchen. @@ Mom: You don't know that. @@ @@ Brother: I think I do. @@ //This could be good. // Taking your place at the edge of the entranceway to the kitchen you make no noise and just listen. @@ Mom: And how exactly do you think you know? @@ @@ Brother: There is a guy that parks his car at the end of the street and walks to her house. I've seen him do it 3 times now, this week alone. @@ //What the fuck? He's making shit up for some reason.// @@ Mom: Even if she is, it's none of our business. I don't really care for the woman. @@ @@ Brother: But I'm just saying it's crazy. @@ @@ Mom: Not really. @@ //Huh? // @@ Brother: Huh? @@ @@ Mom: Maybe her husband doesn't give her enough attention anymore. Or maybe he can't satisfy her. @@ @@ Brother: Or maybe she is just a ho. @@ @@ Mom: Possibly. Or they could even have an open relationship. @@ @@ Brother: Open relationship? @@ //He knows what that is. I know he does. // @@ Mom: It means, like... @@ There is a long pause as you feel her trying to find the right words. @@ Mom: They are allowed to do... stuff... with other people. @@ @@ Brother: Stuff? @@ //This fucking guy. // You can feel her get frustrated already. @@ Mom: Sex, Zach. I'm talking about sex. @@ @@ Brother: Ohhhhh. People do that? @@ @@ Mom: Sure. @@ @@ Brother: I don't believe you. @@ @@ Mom: What do you mean? Your father and I have been in one for 15 years. @@ //WHAT? // @@ Brother: WHAT? @@ @@ Mom: Shit. Don't talk about this with anyone, ok?@@ @@ Brother: Why not? @@ @@ Mom: Because we have never told anyone. It's a little embarressing. @@ @@ Brother: I'll say. @@ @@ Mom: So you won't tell anyone? @@ //Of course he will. // @@ Brother: Well what do I get out of it if I don't? @@ //No way. He can't be serious. // @@ Mom: What's that supposed to mean? @@ You can hear the anger in her voice. @@ Brother: Uh, I don't know. @@ And now you can hear a slight tremble in his. A few seconds of silence goes by and you assume it's just her staring down her son. @@ Mom: What do you want?@@ //No god damn way that worked. // @@ Brother: Uh... @@ Another few seconds of silence as he is clearly trying to figure out how far to push this. @@ Brother: That picture you caught me taking the other day. @@ @@ Mom: Yes. @@ @@ Brother: Then you let me keep it. @@ @@ Mom: I remember. @@ @@ Brother: I want another one. @@ //Wow. // Nothing is said for a few seconds, to the point where you think she might just being doing it already. As you are about to peek around the corner and check she speaks again. @@ Mom: Of the same angle? @@ @@ Brother: No. I want up top now. @@ @@ Mom: Fine. @@ <<linkreplace "Peek">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbstrip1.webm"></video></center> //She did it. That was way too easy. // Just as she lowers her top again you walk into the kitchen. @@ You: Hi Mom. Anything for breakfast? @@ You see her face turn flush as she clumsily fixes her top. @@ Mom: I made pancakes Cutie. Just haven't cooked them yet. @@ @@ You: Awesome. Where's Dad? @@ She walks over to the counter, grabs a bowl and starts stirring the pancake mix. You share a look with your Brother trying to tell him you know what just happened, but his brain is busy trying to memorise tits right now, as he doesn't even really acknowledge your presence. @@ Mom: Your Father had to go into the City to meet with the accountant. Said he would be gone all day. @@ @@ You: All day meeting? @@ @@ Mom: He just said meeting and he would be gone all day. But if you really want to know where he's going. @@ She walks over to the table and pulls a pamphlet out from under a stack of mail, and slides it across the table to you. @@ You: Model train and town expo. Wow. @@ @@ Mom: Yea so he won't be back til late tonight. @@ @@ Brother: You sure that's the only thing he's going to be doing? @@ You hear a slap and you look up to seen him rubbing the back of his head. @@ Brother: Ow. @@ //Have to play dumb. // @@ You: What's that supposed to mean? @@ @@ Mom: Forget it. And it wouldn't matter anyway. @@ @@ You: Huh. @@ Your Brother starts to say something else, but stops himself and continues rubbing his head. @@ Brother: Why do you always turn to violence. @@ @@ Mom: It gets results. And niether of you have actually ever been hurt. So don't start crying about it now. @@ @@ You: HAH! @@ @@ Brother: Shush you. Your not the one that got smacked. @@ @@ You: Oh I've been smacked alright. Just not on my head. @@ @@ Mom: Kaley. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: What's that supposed to mean? @@ @@ You: It means I knocked over a tree downstairs and I couldn't sit right for 2 days. @@ They both start laughing. @@ Brother: Yea but that was like 10 years ago. I still get hit now. @@ He rubs his head some more trying to make it seem worse than it was. @@ You: Uh... @@ @@ Mom: Kaley. @@ You ignore her warning again. @@ You: That was last week. @@ His laughing stops and his face goes from a smile to a blank stare instantly Your Mother attempts to leave the conversation by going back to cooking pancakes. @@ Brother: Dad spanked you? Last week? @@ @@ You: Yea. @@ @@ Brother: And your ok with that? @@ You give him a shrug. @@ You: Not really anything I could do about it. @@ @@ Brother: And your ok with it too Mom? @@ @@ Mom: It had nothing to do with me. And lord knows he's done it to me enough. @@ @@ Brother: What the hell is going on in this house. @@ @@ Mom: Same things that have been for years. @@ You see his face contort as he is clearly deep in thought. //This oughtta be good. // @@ Brother: So can I spank you guys now? @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Mom: If you have a good reason to punish someone... sure why not. @@ @@ You: MOM? @@ @@ Mom: What are you worried about? He will never have a legitimate reason to punish either one of us. @@ @@ You: Yea but you now how he is. He will spend all of his time trying to figure out a way to be able too now. @@ You look over and see he isn't even paying attention anymore. @@ You: See? The dumbass is already at it. @@ He starts smiling while looking in your direction. @@ Brother: Mom, she called me a dumbass. I'm going to spank her now. @@ @@ You: What? Now hold on. That's not fair. @@ At this point he already has you stood up and facing away ready to smack your ass. @@ You: Mom? @@ @@ Mom: She's right Zach. That not much of a reason. @@ @@ Brother: Maybe just one? @@ @@ You: No. @@ They both look at eachother and don't say anything. @@ You: NO! @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bspank1.webm"></video></center> He gives one good smack on your ass. Which honestly wasn't that hard compared to what you've gotten used to. @@ You: Mom... you can't let this happen. He's going to be trying to spank me all the time. @@ @@ Mom: Oh well. Not my problem. @@ You see a smile on her face as she turns back around after speaking. @@ You: Your enjoying this now , but just wait til he tries to do it to you. @@ @@ Mom: I'd love to see him try. @@ She bends over and shakes her butt at both of you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbtease1.webm"></video></center> The look on your brothers face is hard to read at first, but then it slowly turns into lust as he is about to stand up. //Surely that will end very poorly. // You grab his hand and stop him as he was about to walk over to her. He turns to face you and you just shake your head at him. @@ You: I got this. @@ As you stand and start walking over to her you see him staring at your ass. //Of course he is. // <<linkreplace "Slap her ass">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mspank.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: I really didn't think... @@ She looks around and see's it's you. @@ Mom: Oh. I should of known it was you Kaley. My son would never slap my ass, and definitely not that weakly. @@ @@ You: Hey! @@ @@ Brother: You really need to hit the gym Cutie. @@ Your Mom glares at him for calling you Cutie again then turns back to you. @@ Mom: Unfortunately for you, Cutie, now I need to punish you. @@ @@ You: Why?@@ @@ Mom: For striking your own Mother of course.@@ The smile on her face is almost as big as your Brother's as she grabs your arm. @@ You: This is not fair. @@ @@ Mom: I guess I can go easy on you, it was a very weak slap. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mspank1.webm"></video></center> When she is done she lets go of your arm and gives you a gentle push back towards the table. @@ Mom: Now, let me finish these in peace. No more talking. @@ <<set $d13 to 0>> <<set $b13 to 0>> <<set $m13 to 0>> <<set $k13 to 0>> <a data-passage="hallway13" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> Zach is sat on the couch watching porn on the TV. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/porn.webm"></video></center> @@ You: What the hell are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: This ones 4K. @@ @@ You: So? What if Mom catches you? @@ @@ Brother: Oh wait. I just had an idea for a video. You come in here and catch me watching porn, then ask me what the hell I'm doing.@@ @@ You: That's exactly what just happened. And what makes that a good video? @@ @@ Brother: Then you suck my dick, and then Mom catches us. @@ @@ You: You are a fucking moron if you think thats a good idea. @@ @@ Brother: Maybe. @@ @@ You: So in your fairy tale world of no consequences, what happens next? @@ @@ Brother: She joins in, and I blow all over both of your faces. @@ You stand there dumbfounded by his words as you notice a bulge appear in his pants. @@ You: Your imagining it, aren't you? @@ @@ Brother: Maybe.@@ @@ You: How were you not already hard from the hot blonde getting railed on the TV? @@ @@ Brother: I've seen it a few times before. @@ @@ You: Of course. @@ @@ Brother: So record the video?@@ He takes out his phone. @@ You: You don't have to do that, remember the drone? @@ @@ Brother: It's here? @@ @@ You: It was told to record all sexual activity in the house. And your here watching porn. So it should be. @@ @@ Brother: Perfect. So do the lines like before, then naturally go to sucking my dick. @@ @@ You: I'm not sucking your dick. Forget about it. Especially not for a random video. @@ @@ Brother: You kinda already did though. @@ @@ You: 2 seconds doesn't count. @@ @@ Brother: We need a new sub goal then. @@ //Perfect. // @@ You: Why are you like this? @@ @@ Brother: I want your page to succeed Cutie. Also I want you to suck seed. @@ A huge Grinch-esque grin forms on his face. @@ You: Have I ever told you that I hate you. @@ He starts messing with his phone for a minute before stopping and asking you a question. @@ Brother: How many subs for you to suck my dick? @@ @@ You: Oh God. How many am I at? @@ @@ Brother: 421. So close to a cool number. @@ @@ You: 800? @@ @@ Brother: EIGHT HUNDRED? Kinda greedy aren't yah. @@ @@ You: I'm the one that has to put your dick in my mouth. @@ @@ Brother: But still... 800? @@ @@ You: Fine, 600. @@ @@ Brother: K. @@ He taps on his screen a couple more times, then puts his phone down just as your's goes off with a email notification. <<linkreplace "1 new comment from KaysBro04">> sis jsut agreed to sucking my cock once she hits 600 subs...spread this around so I can spread my seed on her tongue. @@ You: Ew. You suck at typing by the way. @@ He shrugs and doesn't even bother looking for his mistake. @@ Brother: Now back to the video. @@ @@ You: Still not sucking your dick, dumbass. @@ @@ Brother: Fine. Just put on a little show, then jerk me off. @@ //Maybe. But I think I have a better plan. // @@ You: K. Rewind that video a bit, then start recording, for multiple angles. @@ @@ Brother: Got it. Hit it. @@ <<linkreplace "Walk in, again. ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/porn.webm"></video></center> @@ You: What the hell are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: Always wanted to see this one in 4K. @@ @@ You: You get to see me in full perfect quality, all the time. That's not good enough? @@ @@ Brother: I don't know. She's pretty fucking hot Sis. @@ @@ You: As hot as this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip14.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow. I'll never get tired of seeing my sisters perfect tits. But I dunno, she's pretty fucking hot.@@ @@ You: How about this? @@ You glance back to the stairs expecting to see your Mother standing there, but it's empty. @@ Brother: Mom's napping, don't worry about her.@@ //That's a lie. She was just in the shower. Oh well. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip15.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Hotter yet? @@ @@ Brother: Close. @@ @@ You: Close? @@ @@ Brother: Well yea. She's getting dicked down on a table. Your just naked. @@ //Little fuck. I've got something to shut him up.// <<linkreplace "Sit on him. ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/blick1.webm"></video></center> He has clearly never done this before, but at least he's giving it his all. Finally you let him up for air. @@ You: Ready to admit I'm hotter? @@ He has a dumb grin on his face like he was just in heaven. //Wow. He loved that. // @@ Brother: Absolutely. @@ @@ You: Good. Guess I can do this now then. @@ You kneel in front of him and grab his dick. Almost instantly you feel it start to tense, <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj6.webm"></video></center> @@ You: That didn't take long. @@ @@ Brother: I couldn't help it. I almost busted when you were sitting on my face. @@ @@ You: Your stamina still needs work, for sure. @@ You hear the sound of a door closing upstairs and you both snap back to reality, @@ You: Fuck. Get dressed, quick. @@ There is a mad scramble for clothes as you both smack into eachother multiple times and he falls over while trying to put back on his shorts. But eventually you are both dressed just as your Mother gets within view, and then you notice the TV. @@ You: The TV! @@ She walks into the living the exact second the channel switches to an unknown show. @@ Mom: What are you two watching? @@ She stops and takes in the atmosphere of the room, then sniffs a couple times. @@ Mom: Why does it smell like sweat here? @@ @@ You: Uh... I was doing yoga, and I don't know what's on the TV. Zach? @@ @@ Brother: I really wasn't watching it either. @@ @@ Mom: Of course you weren't. Not with your sister doing yoga in front of you. @@ @@ You: Mom! @@ @@ Mom: Oh shush. We both know it's true. @@ She walks off into the kitchen and you both give a sigh of relief. <<set $b13 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway13" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/backyard.jpg" /></center> After not finding your Mom anywhere in the house, you decide to check the backyard. <center><img src= "img/mby.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Dang Mom, looking good. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, Kaley. I thought it was going to be Zach again. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Mom: He keeps coming out here for random reasons. Last one was to water that tree. @@ She points over to the huge tree in the corner of the yard. @@ Mom: It's lived who knows how many decades without his help. It surely doesn't need it now. @@ @@ You: Right. So it's just to see your ass then. Why doesn't he just look through the window. @@ She takes a quick glance above you at the house. @@ Mom: Oh he's done that a lot too. Like right now. Just not good enough I guess. @@ @@ You: Wow. Well to be fair. It is a nice butt. @@ She smiles and strikes a pose. @@ Mom: Not bad for nearly 40. @@ @@ You: There are lots of 20 year old's that would love to have that thing. For sure. @@ The door swings open behind you and Zach walks out holding the watering can again. @@ Brother: Forgot the other tree. It needs it's levels fixed too. @@ He starts walking off towards the other big tree in the opposite corner of the yard while trying to get as many looks at her ass as possible. Not being particularly sneaky about it. @@ You: Since when are you a botanist? @@ @@ Brother: The hell did you just call me? @@ You and your Mother both laugh as he seems genuinely upset. @@ Brother: What's funny? It's not nice to call people weird insults. @@ @@ Mom: Sweetheart, it's not an insult. It's the name for someone that studies plants. @@ @@ Brother: Oh. Well, whatever. @@ @@ You: Dumbass. @@ @@ Brother: That's an insult. @@ @@ Mom: It sure is. What should we do about it? @@ @@ You: Hey! How did this get turned around on me? @@ @@ Brother: Your the mean one that needs to be taught not to call your Brother names. Right Mom? @@ She smiles at you at nods. @@ Mom: So what should her punishment be? @@ @@ Brother: Not sure. I've never had to punish someone before. @@ They both get lost in though for a moment. @@ You: How about I go back inside, and no one gets punished. Easy. @@ @@ Brother: I got it. @@ //This will be good. // @@ Brother: She should get naked. Out here in the backyard. @@ @@ Mom: Zach! @@ @@ Brother: Huh? @@ She studies his face for a second then looks at you. You just shrug and slowly shake your head. @@ Mom: Why do you want her to be naked? @@ //HUH? Not what I though she was going to say. // @@ Brother: I dunno. Seems like a good punishment. @@ @@ Mom: Really? @@ She looks back over to you as if she is about to give in. @@ Mom: No, I don't think so. How about she goes and puts on a bikini to join me though. @@ @@ You: That I can do. @@ <<linkreplace "Go change">> When you step back outside, you Mother is face down on a towel and your Brother is putting lotion on her. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mlotion1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Zach! @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ @@ Mom: It's ok Kaley. I asked him to do it. Didn't ask him to grab every inch of my ass though.@@ @@ Brother: Sorry Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Now let me tan in peace. Go put some on your sister too. @@ @@ You: Ok? @@ You lay down on a different towel and he starts rubbing the lotion all of you aswell. Of course after a couple minutes of a nice massage he has to be himself, and escalate. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bfinger1.webm"></video></center> You let it happen for only a few seconds before you slap his hand away. @@ You: Stop it. @@ You expect to hear your Mother react to the sound of the slap but she stays perfectly still. @@ You: Mom's asleep? @@ @@ Brother: Probably. @@ @@ You: Well give up your bullshit then, and let me relax like her. @@ @@ Brother: Or, you can... @@ He does a jerking off moving with his hand. @@ You: If I see that thing I'm kicking it. @@ He sits on the oppposite side of you, so your Mom wouldn't see him right away and takes his dick out. @@ You: I'm not. No way. @@ @@ Brother: Just a little. It won't take long. @@ You notice he isn't even looking at you anymore, he's staring at your Mother's ass. @@ You: Seriously? @@ @@ Brother: A little.@@ @@ You: Keep your eye's on her. This is going to to be quick. @@ <<linkreplace "Give in">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbyhj.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Holy fuck. You can do that faster than I can. @@ @@ You: I may not be very strong. But I've always been fast. @@ You give him a smile and lick the cum off your hand and his dick. //Why the fuck did I just do that. // @@ Brother: Hot! @@ @@ Mom: What's hot? @@ She starts turning around in her chair as he pulls his shorts back up. @@ Mom: Oh. I see what is hot now. @@ @@ You: Huh? @@ She nods towards your chest and you realise your tits are still out. //Fuck fuck fuck fuck. // @@ You: Uh, I didn't want to get tanlines. @@ //Stupid stupid stupid. // At this point your brother has just walked away back into the house. //Thanks for the backup, asshole. // @@ Mom: Sweetie, I know from experience that teasing him is fun. But don't go to far with it, ok? @@ //No way. // @@ You: Sorry, Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Don't apologize. Just realise that what your doing will cause a reaction from him. And he might try to advance from it. But he is still your Brother, so remember that. @@ @@ You: Right. @@ @@ Mom: Ok, well the suns all yours, Im going to go take a bath. @@ //Mom continues to be way more lenient than I could of ever imagined. There has to be a reason why. // <<set $m13 to 1>> <a data-passage="night13" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> Yourself and the other two present family members are sat enjoying dinner, when the front door is heard closing. @@ Mom: Look who finally decided to join us. @@ Your Father walks in taking off his jacket and sits down at the table. @@ Dad: Sorry it took so long, I got caught in traffic. @@ @@ Mom: Really? @@ @@ You: How big was the traffic? @@ A light chuckle is heard from your Mother but you look to see Zach is as confused as your Father is. @@ Dad: How big? Normal size. I guess. @@ @@ Brother: Stupid question. Cars haven't changed size. @@ @@ Mom: You sure they weren't a little smaller? @@ @@ You: Or a lot smaller. @@ At this point you can tell by the look on his face that he has been caught. @@ Dad: Ah. I see what's happening. Yes ok, the cars were real small, so were the trains. @@ @@ Brother: Huh? Where did you go? @@ @@ Mom: Zach. You were here when I showed your sister the pamphlet. @@ @@ Brother: What pamphlet. @@ @@ You: Sometimes I wonder how you even managed to graduate high school. @@ @@ Brother: I seduced the school counselor and got her to change my grades. @@ He grins and chuckles as you watch your Mom's face turn sour. @@ Mom: That's nothing to joke about young man. @@ @@ You: It's actually kinda hilarious. @@ @@ Dad: Why's that? @@ @@ You: The school counselor was Mr. Abulafia. A 300 pound middle eastern man.@@ Everyone starts laughing except your Brother. @@ You: You would know that if you ever visited him. Which you were supposed to do once every semester. @@ The laughing stops and you see your parents now glaring at him. @@ Brother: Hey hey hey, I'm not the one on trial here. Dad is. He went to a thing when he supposed to go to another thing. Bad dad. @@ @@ Dad: And here I thought my only son would have my back. @@ @@ Mom: No one is in trouble here. Somehow you managed to graduate, and you only slipped away to enjoy your hobby alone. Now let's enjoy a family dinner. @@ @@ You: Wow Mom, that's way more level headed then I expected you to be. @@ @@ Dad: It's a ploy to make me feel bad so I will apologize to her. @@ @@ Mom: Dammit, just say it. @@ @@ Dad: Never! @@ They laugh and smile at eachother while you watch your brothers face become very confused looking once again. @@ Brother: The hell is happening. @@ @@ You: Don't worry about it. @@ Dinner is finished with your Father spending most of the time talking about random things he saw at the convention. @@ You: So we didn't get to watch an episode of our show today Dad. Want to watch one now before bed? @@ @@ Dad: That sounds great Cutie. Give me a few minutes to shower and I'll join you in the living room. Either of you two want to join? @@ @@ Mom: The angry, bloody, killing show again? I have a book upstairs with my name on it. @@ @@ Brother: I've already seen it. @@ <<linkreplace "10 Minutes later">> <center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> The family have all gone upstairs, leaving you waiting in living room to start the show. //Time to get a little more comfortable. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease13.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Jesus... Kaley, where are your pants? @@ You point to them on the floor without turning to face him. @@ You: Too hot in here. @@ @@ Dad: Why must you test me so? @@ Smiling, you turn to answer him but instead of looking at you, he is staring towards the ceiling. @@ You: Who are you talking too? @@ @@ Dad: Anyone that will answer. @@ After a couple seconds of him trying to regain his composure he decides to sit next to you. @@ Dad: Aren't you worried about Zach seeing you like that? @@ @@ You: Not really. It's just a butt. @@ @@ Dad: It's a lot more than just a butt. That thing is a... sorry, forget I said anything.@@ @@ You: No go on. Tell me what it is. @@ //Time to tease him a bit. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease14.webm"></video></center> @@ You: What is it? If it's not just a butt. @@ He doesn't answer, as you feel his stare on your ass. @@ You: Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: That thing could start wars. @@ @@ You: Oh really? You sure you don't want to touch it? @@ @@ You: Here Daddy. @@ <<linkreplace "Bend over his lap">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dspank6.webm"></video></center> //Ow. Why does he always go to spanking. // The next thing he does surprises you completely. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/df1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: OH! Dad? @@ @@ Dad: It's what you wanted. Isn't it? @@ You feel your voice start to catch in your throat as you look towards the staircase. @@ You: Yes. @@ @@ Dad: And my little princess always gets what she wants. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/df2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Do it Daddy. @@ @@ Dad: Anything for you. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/df3.webm"></video></center> As you sit on his lap for a few seconds, both trying to catch your breath, you notice his facial expression start to change. //I can't believe that just happened. // @@ Dad: Sorry sweetheart. @@ He pushes you up to your feet and stands face to face with you. @@ You: For what? @@ @@ Dad: It's not right for a Father to do that to his little girl. @@ @@ You: I'm not a little girl Dad. And I wanted you to do it. @@ @@ Dad: It's still not right. @@ He turns to walk away. //Gotta act fast. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dkiss.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Kaley. @@ //He used my name. // @@ Dad: Are you sure you want this? @@ //What does that even mean? And why did he use my name instead of a nickname. // You try to respond confidently but all you can muster is a soft... @@ You: Yes. @@ He doesn't look convinced. @@ Dad: How about we give it 24 hours. If you come back to me tomorrow and say you want it. Then I'll agree. But you must know that there will be conditions. @@ @@ You: Ok. @@ He gives you a kiss on the check and a light smack on the ass before walking away. @@ Dad: Put your clothes on before someone sees you. @@ //That will never happen. This is the most oblivious family in the world. // <a data-passage="14" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Sleep is hard to come by. Most of the night is spent thinking about what your father meant. //What does he want to do to me? // //Or does he just mean it's a weird relationship to have? // //Mom told me he is kinda freaky. And he clearly loves to be in control. // //It's probably just beacuse I'm his daughter, that's all. // Eventually you wake up to the sound of your phone telling you have a new email. "47 new subscribers" "18 new comments" //Not reading any of those. // You quickly check your new subscriber total and see its 494. //That nerd is going to get what he wanted again, of course. // <<linkreplace "Shower">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> Part way through a nice shower with the bathroom door left open slightly, you hear it close, followed by silence for a about 20 seconds. With shampoo covering your eyes you try to look, but it's nearly impossible to see anything. //Probably just Mom closing it so Zach doesn't see me in here. // A few more seconds go by before you feel a hand on your ass. @@ You: Ahhh. @@ //Don't say a name. // @@ Brother: Hi Cutie. @@ //Of course. // @@ You: What are you doing? @@ You rinse the shampoo off your head as he steps into the shower with you. @@ You: Stop. @@ @@ Brother: Why? @@ @@ You: Cause your dick is at the same level as my pussy. And I know you. @@ @@ Brother: You really don't trust me? @@ @@ You: Not that much. Did you at least lock the door? @@ @@ Brother: You think I'm stupid? @@ @@ You: Yes. I do. @@ You get out of the shower and check the door yourself, finding it closed and locked. @@ You: Ok, maybe your not that stupid. @@ When you walk back to the shower you find him now fully inside with an erect dick pointed right at you. @@ You: Unbelievable. @@ @@ Brother: So... want to have some fun? @@ //I really want to say no, but I can't bring myself to say it. // @@ You: Don't make a sound. If Mom or Dad hear us in here we are fucked. @@ He grins at the last part. @@ You: You know what I mean. Now get down there. @@ <<linkreplace "Push him to his knees">> @@ Brother: Whoa. Yes ma'am. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bs4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Mmmmmm, fuck.@@ @@ Brother: No noises remember. @@ //Dammit. // @@ Brother: I made you cum. @@ @@ You: Ok, calm down. It's not that hard. At least not for me. @@ He stands up and kisses you on the mouth. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bs41.webm"></video></center> @@ You: What did I say about that? @@ He can only smile as you feel his dick touch the bottom of your stomach. @@ You: Careful where you aim that thing. @@ @@ Brother: You mean like this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bs42.webm"></video></center> //FUUUCK! Why does it have to feel so good. // @@ You: Yes like that. @@ @@ Brother: So stop? @@ //God no don't stop. I almost came again just from the touch. // @@ You: You can't put it... @@ @@ Brother: Stop? @@ <<linkreplace "Shake your head">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bs43.webm"></video></center> The look on his face eventually gives away that he is about to cum. @@ You: Not there. Here. @@ <<linkreplace "Kneel">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bs44.webm"></video></center> //Why did I do that? I really need to learn to control myself better. // @@ Brother: WOW. @@ @@ You: Shhh. @@ @@ Brother: Right. But that was amazing. For not wanting to suck my dick, you sure put it in your mouth a lot. @@ @@ You: 2 seconds doesn't count as a blowjob. @@ @@ Brother: Sure felt like it counted to me. @@ @@ You: Ugh. Now get out. Before questions are asked. @@ He doesn't say anything else as he quickly gets out and dresses, like he just realized how bad it would be if you were caught. @@ Brother: You look beautiful with my cum on your face by the way. @@ @@ You: Get the fuck out. @@ He laughs and flee's through the door, you watch and thankfully notice nobody in the hallway. <<set $d14 to 0>> <<set $b14 to 0>> <<set $m14 to 0>> <<set $k14 to 0>> <a data-passage="hallway14" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> While editing a picture on your PC you hear your door open and someone walk in. Quickly you close the window and try to act like your browsing the internet. @@ Brother: What was that? @@ @@ You: Oh, it's you. @@ You reopen the editing software window. <center><img src= "img/gym1.jpg" /></center> @@ Brother: Nice. When did you take that? @@ @@ You: Just now. Do you see anything wrong with it? @@ He leans in real close to the screen and takes a long look. @@ Brother: Not a damn thing wrong with that picture. @@ @@ You: Yes there is. I don't really look fit anymore. @@ @@ Brother: This one of those crazy female things? @@ You feel a tinge of anger and it clearly shows on your face. @@ Brother: Uh, I mean. Normal, every person things? @@ @@ You: It's true. I can even feel it. Look. @@ You stand and give him free access. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/gym2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Well... @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: I never touched it before like a week ago, but it seems to move around more than it used to. But some might think of that as a good thing.@@ @@ You: Well I don't. @@ @@ Brother: Only one way to change that. HIt the gym. @@ @@ You: I know. I'm going now. @@ @@ Brother: Now? @@ @@ You: No better time than the present. @@ @@ Brother: I don't have a membership. Or gym clothes. @@ @@ You: So? Why would you go? @@ @@ Brother: As your manager I feel like the gym is a perfect place to record for our site. @@ @@ You: Our site? And you realise it will be hard to hide that kind of stuff at the gym. People are going to see me. And some will probably recognise me. @@ @@ Brother: So? @@ @@ You: I'm just saying. Not going to get jealous if someone starts hitting on me? @@ @@ Brother: Pfft. No. Or course not. @@ //That did not sound convincing. // @@ You: Alright well, get ready. Im leaving in 5 minutes. @@ <<linkreplace "15 minutes later">> <center><img src= "img/gym.jpg" /></center> @@ Brother: Woah. @@ @@ You: You see what I mean now? If I start showing skin in this place, more than a couple people will probably see it. @@ @@ Brother: So? @@ You can see the contradiction to his own answer on his face. @@ You: Well, if you don't care, then I don't care.@@ //Maybe that will make him feel a little better. But really I don't care at all. I love teasing people at the gym. // @@ Brother: Whatever. Where do we start? @@ @@ You: You start at the main desk. With buying a membership. @@ @@ Brother: I don't have any money with me. I didn't even take my wallet. @@ @@ You: What? How did you expect to get in? @@ @@ Brother: This is practically a business expense. So I figured you can pay for it with the site money. @@ @@ You: Ok, I can do that. It's not that big of a deal. BUT... @@ You motion for him to look at what your carrying. @@ Brother: But what? @@ @@ You: Where do you think I put my money? Up my ass? @@ @@ Brother: So what do we do? @@ @@ You: Lets just go see who's at the front desk. @@ You walk the few steps to the desk and see exactly what you didn't want to. //Fuck. // You stop and grab his arm to stop with you. @@ You: That's less than ideal. @@ @@ Brother: Who is it? @@ He glances over and looks back at you with wide eyes. @@ You: I don't remember his name. Chad probably, or Derrick. @@ @@ Brother: So what's the problem. Other than him being a boulder on legs. @@ @@ You: Massive pervert. @@ @@ Brother: Weird. Aren't gym bros usually nice guys. @@ @@ You: Most of the ones I've come across are. But he is the kind of guy I wouldn't bend over nearby. @@ @@ Brother: Sheesh. That bad? @@ @@ You: To be fair, I wouldn't bend over near you either, up until a week ago. @@ @@ Brother: Hey, I take offense to that. Kind of. @@ @@ You: Let's just leave and come back tomorrow with money. @@ @@ Brother: Well what was your plan though? @@ @@ You: Basically that. But I was going to ask them to let you in for today free, and I'll pay for you tomorrow. @@ @@ Brother: Sounds reasonable. Lets just try it. @@ //This will not go well. // @@ You: Fine, lets go. @@ <<linkreplace "Walk to the desk">> @@ ???: Kaley? Your back. Been a few months. @@ @@ You: Yea. I'm back... @@ //Luckily you notice the name tag on his shirt. // @@ You: Arron. My... @@ You gesture towards your brother but he speaks up before you can finish. @@ Brother: Boyfriend. @@ //This little fuck. // @@ You: My... boyfriend... and I, decided to get back in working out. @@ @@ Arron: Back into it huh? This guy looks like he couldn't lift a pebble. @@ //Instantly trying to cause problems. // @@ You: He might not be as big as some people here. But he's not small. @@ @@ Brother: I've got the natural part going for me. Just want to add more onto it. @@ @@ Arron: Sure you do little guy. @@ //Little? // Zach is around 6 foot and 180 pounds. With barely any fat on him. @@ Arron: Alright. Your membership is still active for another 3 months. And he gets a discount for being with a long time member. 35 for the month or 280 for the year. @@ @@ You: See, the problem is, we both forgot to take money with us. @@ You try to laugh a little but you can't keep it going as you watch his face turn into a gross grin. @@ Arron: Really? And what did you think would happen then?@@ @@ Brother: I was hoping you would be able to let this day go by, and tomorrow we come back in and buy a membership. Simple really. @@ @@ Arron: Simple huh? So what about if you don't come back? And I get caught letting some dude in here to workout for free? @@ @@ Brother: Is one day really that big of a deal? @@ The smile on his face becomes evil with intent again. @@ Arron: Nah, but I want something to make it worth the risk. @@ //Of course. // @@ Brother: And what would that be? @@ @@ Arron: I want to see her tits. @@ He points at you and chuckles. @@ You: The hell is wrong with you. You know I can just report you for that? @@ @@ Arron: Fuck it. I don't care. @@ @@ Brother: Fine by me. @@ @@ You: FINE BY YOU? What? @@ @@ Brother: Why would I care? It's just looking. @@ //He has to be lying. No way he doesn't care. // @@ You: He gets a week free. @@ @@ Arron: Sure. Show me the tits. @@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Arron: I don't give a fuck about this place. I can get a job at any gym in town. But I've been wanting to see those things for years now. @@ @@ You: You realise I'm eighteen right? @@ @@ Arron: I said what I said. Now show em. @@ <<linkreplace "Do it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/gym3.webm"></video></center> @@ Arron: Ow weeee. Better than I could of dreamed. @@ @@ You: Uh huh. Can you put it in the system now? @@ @@ Arron: Yea whatever. Kaley +1 for a week. @@ @@ You: It's that easy? @@ @@ Arron: Of course it is. We give out free weeks all the time. Now enjoy the workout and know that next time I see those things, they will be bouncing on my cock. @@ @@ Brother: In your dreams buddy. @@ The first day at the gym goes by rather calmly. Zach didn't once try to get you to do anything. And you didn't notice Arron or anyone else paying too close attention to you. //Zach must feel weird after that whole encounter. Probably should try to figure out how he feels about it later. // The walk home is also uneventful and Zach doesn't really feel that much different than usual. <<set $b14 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway14" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/P Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You find your mother packing up clothes while watching TV in her room. @@ You: Hey Mom? @@ @@ Mom: Oh, hi Kaley. What is it? @@ //This might be super awkward, but I need to have some kind of inclination towards what Dad means. // @@ You: Ummm. @@ @@ Mom: What's wrong? @@ @@ You: I don't know how to ask this. It's pretty... weird. @@ She sizes you up for a second and walks over to lock the door. As she gets back to you she takes a very serious stance and expression. @@ Mom: Who did it? @@ @@ You: Did what? @@ She pauses while studying your face. @@ Mom: Oh, I thought you needed me to go with you to a clinic, of some kind. @@ Her expression returns to somewhat normal and she continues packing up her clothes. @@ You: What just happened? What clinic. @@ It dawns on your what she meant. @@ You: OHHHHH. Hell no Mom. You know I'm on the pill. @@ @@ Mom: Right. Sometimes panic takes over very quickly for me when it comes to my babies.@@ @@ You: There are no babies here, and there won't be for a long time yet, hopefully. @@ @@ You: And I don't even have a boyfriend. So who do you think did it? @@ @@ Mom: Honestly I thought you and... never mind. @@ //What the fuck? // @@ You: Huh? @@ @@ Mom: What is it you wanted to talk about? @@ You barely even hear her ask the question and your mind kicks into overdrive trying to figure out what she meant. //No way she is talking about Zach. Impossible. // @@ Mom: Kaley? @@ //She mean Dad? Is he that much of a freak? Or maybe she meant Uncle Jack. We both know he's a freak. // You feel a hand on your arm. @@ Mom: Kaley. @@ @@ You: Sorry Mom. Got lost in thought trying to figure out how to ask this. @@ @@ Mom: Oh ok. Go on then. @@ @@ You: So you and Dad are... @@ //What do I say now? Good job Kaley. // @@ Mom: Are what? @@ @@ You: Still... you know. @@ You make a motion with your hands for sex and your face starts turning bright red almost instantly with embaressment. //Kill me now. // @@ Mom: What's wrong with you? You've never had an issue talking about this kind of thing before. @@ @@ You: Right, It's not that big of a deal. So yes. You guys clearly still have a healthy sexual relationship. @@ @@ Mom: Obviously. So what do you want to know. @@ @@ You: I wanted to know how. I know you guys aren't that old really. But most of my friends all said they never see there parent's even kiss anymore. @@ @@ Mom: Oh. Well I don't know why other people do what they do. But your Father and I have a special relationship. @@ //I knew it. They're both freaks. // @@ You: Special? @@ @@ Mom: Oh boy this ''IS'' an awkward conversation isn't it? @@ You both smile at eachother as she tries to either figure out a way to say what she wants too, or to build up the nerve to say it. You aren't sure which yet. @@ Mom: So your Father is a certain kind of person. He's very controlling. @@ @@ You: I've never thought that before. He always seems so relaxed. @@ @@ Mom: Except the few times he's spanked you lately?@@ @@ You: Right. @@ @@ Mom: I like to think he tells me everything. @@ //Obviously not everything. // @@ Mom: But I mean sexually. In everyday life he is very relaxed and calm. But once he gets into the mood. It kinda becomes... how do I say this? @@ She pauses again thinking about what to say. @@ Mom: Basically, what ever he says, is what's going to happen. @@ //Oh. // @@ You: So he's the boss? @@ @@ Mom: Yes. But there is a word that we use... or I should say I use, to stop the "game" if I need to. @@ @@ You: A safe word? @@ @@ Mom: Exactly. I've only ever said it once. And it was just to talk to him before we continued. @@ @@ You: Oh, well he can't be that bad then. If you've only said the safe word once. Etiher that or your a freak too. @@ She responds by staying silent and lifting her eyebrows slightly. @@ You: MOM! @@ @@ Mom: Your the one asking these questions. @@ @@ You: I just didn't really expect this answer. So what was the thing that made you say the word? @@ @@ Mom: Oh boy. You see, your Father and I have an open relationship. @@ //Knew that one. // She clocks your lack of a reaction. @@ Mom: That one doesn't surprise you? @@ @@ You: Not after I found out what you do at Uncle Jacks house. @@ @@ Mom: Oh right. Well the only time I ever said the safe word was the first time he wanted me to have sex with another man. @@ @@ You: He did what? @@ At first your astonished by the revalation. But soon it starts to make more and more sense. @@ Mom: Don't get me wrong now dear. He is always in control still. He just likes to watch other men get to enjoy me as well. @@ @@ You: And he just watches? @@ @@ Mom: No no no. He's never once just watched. He always has his way with me too, either before or after. Or sometimes during. @@ @@ You: During? @@ She points to her mouth then down to her crotch and backside. @@ You: Wow Mom. @@ @@ Mom: You asked the question. I answered it. In fact I can go further. @@ @@ You: How? @@ @@ Mom: See, he loves to record too. @@ @@ You: You have videos of it? @@ She walks over to her closet and pulls down an unsuspecting box for a hair dryer. As she gets to the TV she opens the box and you see inside are at least 20 DVD's in cases with something written on the top one. @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Mom: Let's see. @@ You watch as she searches through the box trying to find a certain one. At one point you get to read the words on one. "March 14th 07" @@ Mom: Here. This one is pretty calm. @@ @@ You: The rest aren't? @@ @@ Mom: Not really.@@ She pops the DVD into the drive and goes searching for the remote. //Zach would have an absolute field day with that box. // <<linkreplace "She hits play">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mvid.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Oops. @@ @@ You: Jeez Mom. This is calm? @@ @@ Mom: Well I didn't think it would start here. The beginning is pretty tame. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ After a few more seconds of watching you notice it's not your Father behind her. @@ You: So Dad's recording? @@ She nods. @@ You: So who's the guy that's... @@ @@ Mom: Not a clue. Some random guy from a bar probably. @@ @@ You: You know that's kinda crazy right? @@ @@ Mom: Consenting adults can do whatever they want, my sweet daughter. Unless it breaks the law.@@ @@ You: I guess. @@ The scene on the TV cuts to black then to another recording. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mvid1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: WOW! @@ @@ Mom: Should of turned it off. You've seen way more than I wanted now. @@ //Why do I find that so fucking hot? // @@ You: Uh. @@ @@ Mom: Ok, so that's enough of a lesson for today. I hope I told you want you wanted to hear. @@ @@ You: A lot more than I wanted. @@ @@ Mom: Well, You go on now and never speak of this. Ok? @@ She pushes you to the door and unlocks it. @@ You: Why would I? @@ @@ Mom: Good. Now go clean your room or something. @@ She shoves you out the door and closes it behind you. //So Dad's a dominating freak. And Mom's an even bigger freak than he is. Crazy. // <<set $m14 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway14" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/basement.jpg" /></center> The decision hasn't been made, but it's been 24 hours so you go to find your Father, who is now back in his "safe space". @@ You: Hi Dad. @@ @@ Dad: Hello Princess, what brings you down here? Ready to break something else? @@ He says in a half serious tone while smiling. @@ You: Not on purpose. @@ @@ Dad: That's all I can ask for I guess. @@ The conversation dies just as quick as it came to life and you just stand there, watching him building a small model house. //Why is this so difficult. // @@ You: Where does that one go? @@ @@ Dad: Don't know yet. @@ A slight smirk appears on his face as you awkwardly ask the question. //He knows what I'm doing here. And he's toying with me. // @@ Dad: You got a suggestion? @@ @@ You: For what? @@ @@ Dad: For the House, Sweetie. What's going on over there? You seem really out of it. @@ @@ You: You know what's wrong Dad. I don't know how to answer you. Mom told me what your like. @@ @@ Dad: Oh really. She didn't really have a choice. Our relationship just evolved into what it is. And she was for it. @@ You feel yourself tense up and he clearly notices. @@ Dad: But, I guess I am being a little hard on my only Daughter. So how about this. Two choices, one is the one you already know about. But the other can be what you want it to be. I won't push you to do anything, you make all the decisions. @@ @@ You: OK. Can I think about it? @@ @@ Dad: You've got 2 hours. @@ <a data-passage="Branch" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

The following decision will affect the way the rest of the game plays out. Both options will be entirely different from eachother and will change how the main character interacts with everyone else. The first option is to continue on the same route as before. Corrupting everyone around you to be the Family Slut. (Will still contain sharing scenes within the house.) [[Daddy's little girl]] The second option is to accept a new submissive lifestyle like the Mother. This will change how the main character is treated by everyone else in the story. (Sharing/NC/NTR) [[Daddy's little Slut]] The following scene for whichever one you pick, is the final seen of part 2.

<<set $slut to 0>> <center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> You find your Father in the living room watching basketball. @@ You: Actually watching the sport this time? @@ @@ Dad: Hey Sweetie. And yes, there is no secret sex scene on the other channel. @@ There is a big pause once again as he waits for you to say what you came to say. @@ You: I don't want to... @@ @@ Dad: That's all you have to say Cutie. You will always be my little Princess who get's what she wants. @@ @@ You: Thanks Daddy. @@ @@ Dad: So you ready to watch the next episode? @@ @@ You: Yes. @@ <<linkreplace "25 Minutes later">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/tv3.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Wow. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Dad: I never expected her to show anything. She was big when I was young. @@ A easily seen bulge has appeared on the front of his pants. @@ You: Looks like you really wanted to see her tits. @@ @@ Dad: Just a natural reaction to any boobs really. @@ @@ You: Especially mine right? @@ @@ Dad: You have the most perfect body I've ever seen. So yes, any part of you gets this same reaction. @@ @@ You: So these are better than hers? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease15.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: No contest. @@ @@ You: And this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dtease16.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: You know it. @@ <<linkreplace "Continue">> @@ Dad: How about you come sit next to me? @@ @@ You: Someone could walk in Daddy. @@ @@ Dad: I'll tell you if they do. And then you just stay down so they don't see you. @@ @@ You: Stay down doing what? @@ @@ Dad: That's up to you Princess. @@ Slowly you take his already massive cock out. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dhj2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: This what you had in mind? @@ @@ Dad: Maybe. @@ //He wants me to suck it. // @@ Dad: Whatever you want. @@ After putting your clothes back on for less risk, and positioning yourself on your knees behind the couch, he walks up to you with his huge dick aimed right at your mouth. <<linkreplace "Suck it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbj.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Good Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: Amazing Sweetie. But you know what you need to do now. @@ @@ You: Yes. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbjc.webm"></video></center> He stands there in amazment for a few seconds before leaning down and kissing your forehead. @@ Dad: Now make sure you clean that off before someone see's you. @@ @@ You: Of course. @@ @@ Dad: We don't want anyone finding out about Daddy's little girl. @@ @@ You: Good night Daddy. @@ He nods and smiles as you walk away towards the bathroom. <a data-passage="15" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<<set $slut to 1>> <center><img src= "img/basement.jpg" /></center> You find your Father once again in the basement, still working on the small house. @@ Dad: Your back. @@ @@ You: Yes. I agree. @@ @@ Dad: To what? @@ @@ You: To whatever you want me to agree too. All of it. @@ @@ Dad: Are you sure? @@ @@ You: Yes. @@ @@ Dad: And you think you're ready for that? @@ @@ You: I barely now what it is. But yes. I'm ready. @@ @@ Dad: Ready to be...? @@ @@ You: Be... a whore? @@ @@ Dad: No no no. Not a whore. Not unless you want to be. Are you ready to be Daddy's little slut? @@ You hesitate before responding. @@ You: Yes. @@ @@ Dad: Hmmm. Going to have to do some tests first. On your knees.@@ He points to the floor in front of him. You glance back up the stairs and notice you left the door open. So you start walking up to close it. @@ Dad: Where are you going? @@ You stop on just the third step. @@ You: To close the door. @@ @@ Dad: Did I tell you to do that? @@ @@ You: No. @@ @@ Dad: No what? @@ @@ You: No, Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: I'll accept Daddy. But that will be what you call me from now on. All the time, regardless of who is around. Got it. @@ @@ You: Yes, Daddy. @@ @@ Dad: Rule number two is, you do what I say, when I say it. So, on your knees. @@ He once again points to the floor in front of him. <<linkreplace "Kneel">> He instantly take his dick out and shoves it down your throat. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dsbj.webm"></video></center> Eventually you get your mouth free to breath. @@ You: Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: Yes? @@ @@ You: Do you have to be so... @@ @@ Dad: Rough? You haven't seen rough. @@ @@ You: Whoa. @@ He positions himself again. @@ Dad: Take a deep breath, and open wide slut. @@ The words hit you like a truck. //He really means that. It's so degrading...and yet I love it so much. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dsbj1.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Good girl, now take your prize like a good whore. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dsbjc.webm"></video></center> Instinctually you feel tears starting to well up in your eyes from being treated this way. But you also start to feel what seems like pride. He notices the internal struggle you seem to be going through, and you think for a second he might feel bad. @@ Dad: Go clean yourself off. Your a mess. @@ All you can do is respond in a meek voice. @@ You: Yes Daddy. @@ You start to grab a tissue from the table nearby but he grabs your hand. @@ Dad: In the bathroom. Upstairs. @@ @@ You: You want me to walk all the way up there? Mom or Zach might see me. @@ @@ Dad: I don't want you to. I'm telling you to. @@ The stairs are easy. But then as you get to the hallway at the top you hear a sound from the kitchen that you have to walk by. A few seconds of internal debate is finished with the only option being to walk by and try to hide your face. @@ Mom: Kaley? Where did you come from? @@ You pause and try to hide your face more. Not really knowing how visible it is or if there is even anything there. @@ You: Downstairs. With Dad. @@ @@ Mom: Oh. Why are you hiding your face? @@ //Fuck. // You do a sly wipe with your hand and face her. @@ You: I don't know. Maybe I really do need to hit the gym more. The stairs did a number on me I guess. I went today with Zach to start working out again. @@ //Hopefully that will distract a bit. // She turns away from you back to what she was doing. @@ Mom: That's wonderful. My two kids bonding. @@ You start walking away again now that she isn't paying attention. //More bonding than you know. // The rest of the walk is easy and you finally realise that there wasn't even much on your face to see. And your hand doesn't have much on it either. //Did I swallow it all? Without even thinking about it? Gross. // <a data-passage="15" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

The morning light shining through the window eventually tortures your eyes open, and forces you to wake up before your alarm goes off. @@ You: Stupid sun, go away. @@ Just as you grab the blanket to pull it over your eyes you notice the notification light blink on your phone. @@ You: Don't care. @@ You pull the blanket anyway. 45 minutes later. This time your forced awake by a knock at the door. @@ You: Go away Zach. @@ @@ Mom: Kaley! @@ @@ You: Oh. Mom? @@ @@ Mom: I'm going to need your help today. @@ @@ You: With what? @@ @@ Mom: Can I come in? @@ @@ You: Sure. @@ She walks in just as you stand up out of bed. @@ Mom: So I need... @@ She pauses for a second admiring your body. <center><img src= "img/shorts.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Mom? @@ @@ Mom: Uncle Jack is getting his ankle bracelet off early for good behaviour. So we are going to have a "getting out of the house party" for him. @@ @@ You: That can happen? @@ @@ Mom: Guess so yea. @@ @@ You: So where is the party? @@ As you having the conversation you figure you might as well get dressed for the day. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shorts.webm"></video></center> Again you watch her get distracted by your body. @@ You: Mom? @@ @@ Mom: Sorry sweetie. I'm not immune to a nice ass I guess. @@ @@ You: Not many people are. You still didn't answer the question. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, we are going to go to the park. Have a nice picnic. @@ @@ You: Really, that's it? The park? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shirt.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Umm. @@ She stops talking and stares the whole time as you finish getting dressed. @@ You: Better? It's like your a teenage boy. @@ @@ Mom: Sorry. Your Father smacked my ass just now and it might have made me a little horny. @@ @@ You: That's all it takes. A single spank? @@ @@ Mom: I'll have you know, it was really hard. Almost too hard, if that's even possible. @@ @@ You: Like this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/spank.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: No no no. Like this. @@ She sits on the edge of the bed and positions you where she wants you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/spank2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Ow. @@ @@ Mom: See what I mean now? @@ @@ You: Not really. It just hurts. @@ An obvious lie. @@ Mom: Oh really? So if I were to check now I wouldn't feel anything? @@ @@ You: Nope. @@ A small grin appears on your face that she notices right away. @@ Mom: Let's find out then.@@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/wet.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Like a desert down there. @@ You try to respond but all that comes out is a squeek. @@ Mom: Well I need to go start getting stuff ready. @@ She gets up and starts walking to the door. @@ You: Wait. @@ @@ Mom: And I need your help too remember. So get dressed again and come help me. @@ She opens the door while you are still legs spread on the bed. @@ Brother: WHOA!@@ @@ Mom: Good morning Zachy. @@ She holds the door open for a few extra seconds giving Zach a clear look at everything you have to offer. <center><img src= "img/pussy.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Mom? @@ She closes the door with a teasing look and you hear a muffled conversation on the other side that trails away towards the stairs. //The hell was that about? // <a data-passage="U party 1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

A breakfast of cereal is had by everyone as Zach tries to find a way to ask about what was going on in your room. But fails repeatedly as you both are told to do more and more chores. @@ You: Why do we even need all this stuff? @@ @@ Brother: Yea, there is only 5 of us. Why do we need 20 hamburgers. @@ @@ Mom: Who said it was just us? Jack has some firends too, and your cousins will be there.@@ @@ Brother: What cousins? We don't have any that live here.@@ @@ Mom: You have 2nd and 3rd cousins around here. And Jacks friends have kids too. @@ @@ You: Oh great. Now I see why you needed help. @@ She smiles and tosses you an apron. @@ Mom: And you get to be the cook. @@ @@ You: Nope. No way, not happening. @@ @@ Brother: I gotta agree with Kaley on this one Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Why's that? @@ @@ Brother: Cause I'd rather eat food from rattatooly, then what she cooks. @@ @@ Mom: What?@@ @@ You: He means the rat from that animated movie. But he's so stupid that he thinks it's an insult. Ratatouille was a 5 star chef. @@ @@ Brother: Still a rat. @@ @@ You: Whatever, I'm still not grilling, Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Fine, I'll get your Father to do it. @@ @@ Brother: Don't know if that will be any better. @@ @@ Mom: It will be fine. Can you help me in the garage for a second Kaley. @@ You follow her to the garage and help her gather up some things from the shelves. Just as you are about to walk back into the house she stops you. @@ Mom: So is that what your wearing? @@ @@ You: Yes? What's wrong with it. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shorts2.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Nothing wrong with it at all. Just wondering if you wanted to wear something, a little less. @@ You can't help but pause and smirk at her when you realise what she is asking. @@ You: You actually want me to show off more? In public. With Dad, Zach and Uncle Jack around. And a bunch of other people. @@ @@ Mom: Well I have a reason. It's not for me. Well it is, I guess. @@ @@ You: And that reason is? @@ @@ Mom: Jack asked me too. So I figure you can join me. @@ @@ You: And Dad's OK with Uncle Jack picking how you dress? @@ @@ Mom: Are you kidding? If your Father had his way, I would be naked 24/7. @@ @@ You: Oh. How much less are you talking? @@ @@ Mom: I'm going to wear a short dress. I figure you could wear one of those short skirts you like to tease Zach with. @@ You feel you face turn a little flush. @@ You: I don't wear those to tease Zach, he's just a pervert. @@ @@ Mom: Sure you don't. Just like I don't bend over wearing loose shirts around him.@@ She pulls her top down slightly, grins and walks back into the house. <<linkreplace "After changing outifts">> Your phone dings with a notification, for a text from your Brother. Brother: Look what I just recorded. <<linkreplace "video185.mp4">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mpeek.webm"></video></center> You: she let you record that? Brother: didnt try to stop me Brother: hers might be better than urs You: yea right <center><img src= "img/text8.jpg" /></center> You: still think so? Brother: maybe, might have to see them next to eachother to decide :) You: gl with that ever happening <a data-passage="U party 2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/pp.jpg" /></center> @@ Brother: Who the hell are these people? @@ @@ Mom: That's your cousin Kris, that's his sister Rebecca. That's Jack's friend Owen. @@ @@ Brother: Again... who the hell are these people. @@ She rolls her eyes at him. @@ Brother: And why are you two dressed like hookers.@@ You see his face start to turn pale as he instantly regrets saying it, then he braces for the impact of a slap, but it doesn't come. @@ You: Mom? @@ She doesn't even seem phased by his words and is instead staring at the public bathroom where Uncle jack just came out of. @@ You: MOM? @@ @@ Mom: What? Sorry sweetie, did you want something? @@ Out of the corner of your eye you see Zach has already sneaked 20 feet away. @@ You: Nevermind. What were you looking at? @@ @@ Mom: Some fishy is going on? That's the forth guy I've seen spend more than five minutes in the bathroom since we got here. @@ @@ You: So? Maybe the burgers where gone bad. @@ @@ Mom: No they aren't, I bought them yesterday. And neither of us are sick. @@ @@ You: So... @@ @@ Mom: Go check it out for me. @@ @@ You: Check what out? I'm not going in the men's bathroom. @@ @@ Mom: Just investigate a little. Let me know what you find. @@ She gives you a little shove towards the public bathroom. @@ You: Fine. @@ <<linkreplace "Investigate">> <center><img src= "img/pb.jpg" /></center> You sit nearby on a park bench for a few minutes and look at your phone. @@ Brother: What's up Cutie. @@ @@ You: Go away. @@ @@ Brother: What the hell. Thought we were cool now? @@ @@ You: We are, but I'm trying to do something. @@ <<if $slut is 0>><<include [[cparty]]>><<endif>> <<if $slut is 1>><<include [[sparty]]>><<endif>> <</linkreplace>>

@@ Brother: Fine, whatever. Have fun doing what every the hell it is. @@ He gets up and walks away towards the food. //Shit. I probably could of used his help. // @@ Uncle: Kaley? Why you sitting over here by yourself. @@ Turning back you see your Uncle walking towards you from the bathroom. //Ew. Him too? // He gets distracted by a woman walking by and completely ignores you while following her. @@ You: Gross. @@ Your phone dings with a text notification. Mom: why are you just sitting there Mom: go in and check it out You: go in? You: and do what? Mom: well if it is what i think it is there is really only one thing to do... You: MOM Mom: send me a picture You: of what? Mom: ... You: you really are like a teenager sometimes Mom: i can see your uncle, brother and father by the way, so you don't have to worry about it being them You: right, deff wouldnt want one of them coming in //Glad she brought that up. // Mom: now go, and remember the pic <<linkreplace "Go in">> All the stalls are empty with nothing unsual about them, but you do notice the janitors closet at the back has the door cracked open slightly. <center><img src= "img/jc.jpg" /></center> //Huh? Maybe mom was wrong. // Just as you turn to leave again you see a faint light under the back wall. You trace the wall up from the light and find a tiny handle that pulls out the wall like a door. //This is way to elaborate for a park bathroom. // After walking into the tiny room, barely big enough for 2 people, you see a hole in the wall, but its currently shut. //What the hell is this place. // There is a switch on the wall next to you that looks like an ordinary light switch, but under it reads, "In service". You decide to send Mom a text, describing everything and asking what to do. She immediately responds. Mom: flick the switch //That was fast. // You: what if I don't want to be "in service" Mom: what if you do? and you just don't know it yet? <<linkreplace "Hit the switch">> A tiny green light turns on above the door. Mom: a light turned on, on the side of the bathrooms. You: som1 spent a lot of time and money on this place mom Mom: picture You: nothing here Mom: take one anyway <center><img src= "img/gh2.jpg" /></center> Mom: cool, send me another when it happens You: your sick Mom: don't worry sweetie, youll be just like me before you know it An email notification pops up telling you someone new subscribe to your Thic-Thot page. //Wonder how many that is? // Just as you click into the email, you hear some electric sounds and a 20 dollar bills slide through a gap you didn't notice and lands on the floor next to you, just as the hole opens up. <center><img src= "img/gh3.jpg" /></center> //Wow. Now just take a picture and leave. // You send the picture to her while the dude starts jerking himself off. You: happy? I'm going to leave now Mom: yes I am, but you cant leave You: why the hell not Mom: its a gloryhole, give him his glory You: you cant be serious Mom: you know I am, and I know you wouldnt of agreed to go in there in the first place if you didnt already plan on doing it //At least I can record it. Not sure what Zach's reaction will be when he see's it though. // You take a second to set up your phone to record on the spot where the bill comes out. @@ You: Perfect. @@ @@ Guy: Thanks. Now suck it. @@ @@ You: Not you. @@ <<linkreplace "Do as he asked">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/sgh1.webm"></video></center> //Well that didn't take long. // You: I did it mom Mom: proud of you You: that makes you proud? that i sucked a random guys dick? Mom: send me another picture //Lets see what she thinks of this one. // You screenshot the end of the video and send it to her. <center><img src= "img/gh4.jpg" /></center> Mom: my gorgeous baby girl You: you have problems Mom: you about to have one too Mom: you didnt turn the light off Just as you start to even think of what that could mean, another bill comes through the gap and lands on top of the other. @@ You: Wait, no... @@ <center><img src= "img/gh5.jpg" /></center> //Oh my god! // <<linkreplace "Suck it">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/sgh2.webm"></video></center> Any thoughts left stirring in your head, start to take a back seat to providing pleasure. So much so that you don't even acknowledge your phone vibrating multiple times with messages and then a call. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/sgh3.webm"></video></center> Coming to your senses just as you finish swallowing the second load, you hear someone calling out to you. @@ Dad: Kaley? You in there? @@ //Dad? // @@ You: Yea. I'll be out in a second. @@ @@ Dad: Your Mom's looking for you... you ok? @@ @@ You: Perfectly fine. @@ //Why would she send Dad over when she knows what I'm doing in here. // <a data-passage="U party 3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

@@ Brother: And that would be? @@ @@ Mom: Mom thinks there is something weird going on in the bathrooms. @@ @@ Brother: Oh yea, something weird all right. A big ol hole in the wall to stick your dick in. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: Yup. Let's go on in and I'll show you. @@ His eyebrows raise in a suggestive fashion. @@ You: I'm not sucking your dick. At least not until I get 600 subs. @@ He grins and quickly check his phone. @@ Brother: Fuck, 507. @@ @@ You: Oh well. Not today. @@ @@ Brother: Fine I'll just go stick my dick in the hole anyway. @@ He walks in and comes back out almost instantly. @@ You: Something wrong? @@ @@ Brother: Occupied. @@ @@ You: By who? @@ @@ Brother: Fuck if I know. @@ You scan around the park for a minute and find everyone except your cousin Kris. @@ You: How old is Kris? @@ @@ Brother: He was in the same grade as me. Why? You going to fuck him? @@ @@ You: Ew, what the hell is wrong with you. I think he's the one in the bathroom. @@ @@ You: Oh. So who's in the other side then? @@ @@ Brother: We are about to find out. @@ A girl with red hair walks out looking very suspect. @@ Brother: Know who she is? @@ @@ You: Uh, Rebecca. @@ @@ Brother: Who's that? @@ @@ You: His sister. @@ @@ Brother: WHAT? No way. @@ She hears him yell and turns to quickly walk the other way. @@ Brother: He got his sister to suck his dick. Why can't you? @@ @@ You: Shut up. You want the whole park to hear you? @@ Kris comes out of the bathroom next looking very happy with himself. @@ You: She probably didn't know it was him dumbass. That's like the 4th guy that went in there. @@ @@ Brother: Well, about to be a 5th. @@ He stands up and starts to take a step but then stops. @@ Brother: Fuck. Won't be anyone in there now. @@ @@ You: I'm actually amazed you realised that before sticking your dick through the hole. @@ @@ Brother: Can a Brother get a little help. @@ @@ You: Nope. 600. @@ @@ Brother: Just a hand then. @@ @@ You: Whatever. @@ He pratically skips off into the bathroom. You turn around to make sure no one is watching then go into the opposite side after a minute. <<linkreplace "In the stall">> <center><img src= "img/gh1.jpg" /></center> //This dumbass didn't even check to see if it was me. // You flick his dick hard one time. @@ Brother(Muffled through wall): Ow, Kaley! @@ //Now I can mess with him. // You pick up your phone and send him a text. You: gunna be a minute, dad wants me for somthin You turn your phone on silent, put it away and hear his phone ding through the hole. @@ Brother(Muffled through wall): Huh?@@ //Perfect. // <<linkreplace "Suck it">> *93 second video* <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bgh.webm"></video></center> Without noticing, your phone vibrates a few times in your pocket. Eventually you swallow and quickly get up and go sit back on the bench outside. A minute goes by and then Zach walks out of the bathroom with a big smile on his face. @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: Nothing, what happened to you? @@ @@ You: Dad wanted me to go get somthing from the car. What happened to you? @@ @@ Brother: Nothing. @@ //I'll just leave it alone so he doesn't question it anymore. // <a data-passage="U party 3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

A minute later you find your Mom back where she was at the grill with a weird look on her face. @@ You: What's up? @@ @@ Mom: What's up? You went silent on me, I didn't know what to think. I know I kinda pushed you go in there but you can't start fu... @@ She stops herself and looks around to see if anyone can hear her. Then starts whispering the next part. @@ Mom: You can't go fucking random people in a gloryhole. @@ @@ You: I didn't. What the hell? Why did you just assume that's what happened. @@ @@ Mom: Oh. You didn't? @@ @@ You: No. @@ @@ Mom: Well good. So what did happen? @@ @@ You: Really mom? @@ @@ Mom: Yea I guess I kinda already know. Anyway, can you go find Jack and see what he's doing.@@ @@ You: I'm my uncles keeper now? @@ @@ Mom: I've learned that that man can get up to some shady shit in a hurry. And do you want to see him on house arrest again? Or worse, in prison. @@ @@ You: Meh. @@ You smirk and walk off towards where you last saw him. <<if $slut is 0>><<include [[cparty2]]>><<endif>> <<if $slut is 1>><<include [[sparty2]]>><<endif>> // // @@ You: @@ @@ Brother: @@ @@ Dad: @@ @@ Mom: @@ @@ Aunt Addie: @@ @@ Uncle: @@ <center><img src= "img/.jpg" /></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos//.webm"></video></center> <<linkreplace " ">> <</linkreplace>> <a data-passage="" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

The morning light shining through the window eventually tortures your eyes open, and forces you to wake up before your alarm goes off. @@ You: Stupid sun, go away. @@ Just as you grab the blanket to pull it over your eyes you notice the notification light blink on your phone. @@ You: Don't care. @@ You pull the blanket anyway. 45 minutes later. This time your forced awake by a knock at the door. @@ You: Go away Zach. @@ @@ Mom: Kaley! @@ @@ You: Oh. Mom? @@ @@ Mom: I'm going to need your help today. @@ @@ You: With what? @@ @@ Mom: Can I come in? @@ @@ You: Sure. @@ She walks in just as you stand up out of bed. @@ Mom: So I need... @@ She pauses for a second admiring your body. <center><img src= "img/shorts.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Mom? @@ @@ Mom: Uncle Jack is getting his ankle bracelet off early for good behaviour. So we are going to have a "getting out of the house party" for him. @@ @@ You: That can happen? @@ @@ Mom: Apparently. @@ @@ You: So where is the party? @@ As you are having the conversation you decide to also get dressed for the day. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shorts.webm"></video></center> Again you watch her get distracted by your body. @@ You: Mom? @@ @@ Mom: Sorry sweetie. I'm just wondering how the boys in your classes didn't fail from your ass distractions constantly around them. @@ @@ You: It was actually fun to tease them, the teachers too.@@ She glares at your teacher remark. @@ You: You still didn't answer the question. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, we are going to have it here. A nice backyard pool party. @@ @@ You: Really, that's it? The pool? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shirt.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Uhh. @@ She stops talking and stares. @@ You: Wow Mom, it's like your a teenage boy. @@ She once again pauses while watching your body. @@ Mom: Well, I need to go start getting stuff ready. @@ She gets up and starts walking to the door. @@ Mom: And I need your help too remember. @@ She opens the door while you are still topless. @@ Brother: WHOA!@@ @@ Mom: Good morning Zachy. @@ She holds the door open for a few extra seconds giving Zach a clear look at your chest. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/topless.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Mom? @@ She closes the door with a teasing look and you hear a muffled conversation on the other side that trails away towards the stairs. //The hell was that about? // Just as you are about to leave the room your phone dings with a text from your Brother. Brother: the fuck was that You decide to Ignore it and go help Mom. <a data-passage="15 2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> When entering the kitchen you see Zach sat at the table blatantly watching the view that is being provided by your Mom's loose shirt as she counts things laid out on the table. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mpeek2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Mom? @@ They both shift their focus to you and you notice Zach's expression turn sour. @@ Mom: Finally.@@ Zach glances back to the now fully closed shirt and lets out a sigh. @@ You: What do you need me to do? @@ @@ Mom: You two need to go get supplies. @@ Zach's espression turns brighter. @@ Brother: Cool. Got a list? @@ She grabs a peice of paper from the counter and hands it to you. @@ Mom: Take the car, it's a lot of stuff.@@ @@ You: Great. @@ @@ Brother: Let's go Cutie. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/buttslap1.webm"></video></center> Mom doesn't see the grab but she turns to look just in time to see you smack his hand away from you. @@ You: I told you not to call me that whimp. @@ @@ Brother: Yea whatever, suck my dick. @@ What? @@ Mom: ZACH!@@ Both of your faces start to flush as he obviously forgot she was there. @@ Mom: What is wrong with you? Don't talk to your sister like that. @@ @@ You: Idiot. @@ @@ Mom: And stop instigating him Kaley. @@ <<linkreplace "Tease them">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/kissit.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Both of you can kiss it. @@ @@ Mom: Kaley! @@ <a data-passage="15 3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

When getting in the car you once again have the urge to tease him. @@ You: Take a picture. @@ @@ Brother: Huh? Of what? @@ @@ You: Of me dumbass. Here. @@ <center><img src= "img/car tease1.png" /></center> @@ Brother: What if Mom or Dad looks out the window? @@ @@ You: What window? They would have to be outside to see us. Take another one. @@ <center><img src= "img/car tease2.png" /></center> @@ Brother: Kaley? What the hell is wrong with you today? @@ @@ You: Wrong? This is wrong now? @@ @@ Brother: No. But I've never seen you this... ballsy, before. @@ @@ You: Maybe your constant horniness is starting to have an effect on me. @@ You sit up in the front seat as he gets in the driver seat. @@ Brother: Also weird that your letting me drive without complaining. @@ @@ You: Well If I had to drive I wouldn't be able to do this. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/car flash.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Still in the driveway! @@ @@ You: You just smacked and grabbed my ass right behind Mom. At least there are walls in between us and our parents now. @@ @@ Brother: You've gone crazy. @@ //Crazy horny. // @@ You: Just drive already. @@ <<linkreplace "5 minutes later ">> @@ Brother: Good Ol' Wally World. Everything on that list will be in here for sure. @@ @@ You: Hate this place. It's like half the people that shop here forget to wear deodorant. @@ @@ Brother: True, but at least you get to see some hot bitches in here. @@ You roll your eyes at him. @@ You: Digusting, and I guess you probably have some recordings of the "hot bitches" don't you, pervert. @@ @@ Brother: Probably, let me look. @@ After a few seconds of scrolling he shows you his phone. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bphone3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: You actually do. Wow. @@ @@ Brother: Probably a lot more than that too, If I took the time to look. @@ @@ You: Who even is that? @@ @@ Brother: Not a clue. @@ @@ You: Gross. Delete it psycho. @@ @@ Brother: Why? @@ @@ You: Cause it's weird. You can record me as much as you want. But recording random girls is crazy. @@ @@ Brother: Fine. But I'm going to replace it with something good today. Multiple videos. @@ @@ You: Sure Zach, whatever you say. @@ <<linkreplace "While shopping">> @@ You: We need those. @@ You point to the pack of burgers. @@ Brother: UGH, boring. @@ He picks it up and tosses it in the cart. @@ You: You're the worst. Like a damn child. @@ @@ Brother: Would a child do this? @@ He pulls the bottom of your shirt out and starts recording. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/upshirt1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Ha ha. Very funny. @@ He stands off to the side watching the video back. @@ Brother: No bra huh? @@ @@ You: I barely ever wear one. No need. @@ @@ Brother: Makes for easier flashing. @@ He points his phone at you and smiles. Without even looking to make sure no one can see you, you give him what he wants. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic12.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Happy? @@ @@ Brother: I usually am around you. @@ @@ You: I guess that's a complement? @@ @@ Brother: Sure. @@ @@ You: Dweeb. @@ <a data-passage="15 4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

@@ Brother: Another one! @@ You turn and see him once again pointing his phone at you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic13.webm"></video></center> He looks surprised. @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: Pretty sure that guy next to you saw. @@ @@ You: Oh really? And? @@ <<if $slut is 0>> @@ Brother: Maybe don't go showing random dudes the goods. @@ @@ You: Oh? You're jealous now? Want me all to yourself? @@ He smiles awkwardly. @@ Brother: Maybe. @@ //Well that's a little different. Is he starting to get actual feelings for me? And how do I feel about that? // He stands at the end of hall waiting while your inner voice goes over the new information. @@ Brother: Kaley? @@ @@ You: Right, let's go pay for this. @@ @@ Brother: Right. @@ //Well now it's awkward. I need to make it right again. // @@ You: Let's find a more secluded spot. @@ <<endif>> <<if $slut is 1>> @@ Brother: It was kinda hot. @@ @@ You: Sounds about right. @@ @@ Brother: It doesn't bother you? @@ @@ You: Not even a little bit. In fact, it's thrilling. @@ @@ Brother: So... again? @@ He once again points his phone at you. This time there is a couple standing right behind him. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic14.webm"></video></center> @@ You: He is watching me. @@ @@ Brother: And the girl? @@ @@ You: Hasn't noticed. He's cute though.@@ He smiles and turns to his girlfriend who is trying to ask him something. So you cover yourself again. @@ Brother: Hot. @@ You glance down at the clear erection showing through his pants. @@ You: Handle the huge issue in your pants. @@ @@ Brother: You can handle it for me. @@ @@ You: Not right here. I'm not that much of a thrill seeker. @@ <<endif>> <<linkreplace "Back in the car">> He sits in the front seat and watches as you climb into the back and pull your pants down to your knees. You hear an audible gulp from him as you start touching yourself. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic15.webm"></video></center> No more words are spoken as you hear him start jerking off. <<if $slut is 1>> You glance over your shoulder and notice the same couple is now packing things into their car. And the guy clearly see's you again. @@ You: Look ahead. The guy from inside is back. @@ He looks over and can clearly not hold it in much longer. <<endif>> <<linkreplace "Help him">> You climb into the front seat again and grab his cock. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bpublic16.webm"></video></center> Laughing ensues as you look at the roof of the car. @@ You: WOW. Good job Zach. You shot cum all over the roof of Mom's car. @@ @@ Brother: You did it. @@ @@ You: How did I do? @@ Both of you can't help but continue laughing. @@ Brother: You overstimulated me. So... your fault.@@ @@ You: Well, your still going to be the one that cleans it. @@ You give his dick a playful slap. @@ You: Now put that thing away. And put down all the windows. This thing needs to be aired out badly now. @@ <a data-passage="15 5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> After handing your Mother the bags she looks puzzled. @@ Mom: Where's Zach? @@ @@ You: I sold him. @@ She rolls her eyes waiting for the joke. @@ Mom: To who? @@ @@ You: A couple old cougars. Look liked they need a big dick to play with. @@ //OH GOD OH GOD. What the fuck brain. // She looks at you with a faint but concerned looking smile. @@ Mom: Did you just call your brothers dick big? @@ @@ You: I umm, may have seen him doing the nasty with himself a few weeks ago. @@ @@ Mom: Oh. WHERE? @@ @@ You: He left is door open and I wanted to ask him something. @@ @@ Mom: Good. @@ @@ You: Good? @@ @@ Mom: He was in his room doing it. So that's good. @@ //Hook line and sinker. // @@ Mom: Well you never did say where your big dick brother actually is. @@ @@ You: Mom? Really? @@ @@ Mom: You said it first. @@ She grins again. @@ You: In the car still. He wasted his milkshake on the way home. @@ @@ Mom: He did what in my car? @@ She starts walking towards the door. @@ You: It wasn't that bad. I hit a bump too hard and a couple drops hit the roof. @@ She stops again. @@ You: And I told him he has to clean it twice. @@ @@ Mom: Well good then. Now help me get the backyard ready. @@ //Close one. // <<linkreplace "In the Backyard">> <center><img src= "img/backyard.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Where's Dad? @@ @@ Mom: He went to get Jack. That was 2 hours ago though, so I don't know where they are now. @@ @@ You: And that doesn't bother you. @@ @@ Mom: No, not really.@@ @@ You: What if they went to a... like, you know. @@ @@ Mom: Like what? A whorehouse? @@ @@ You: Whorehouse? I was thinking like one of those gloyhole things, or a strip club. @@ @@ Mom: Ah, probably. Text him and ask. @@ @@ You: Ok. @@ You start reading out the text as your write it. You: mom wants to know where you are @@ Mom: Liar. @@ She chuckles and continues setting up the grill. A few seconds go by and you receive a picture back. <center><img src= "img/stripclub.png" /></center> @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Mom: What did he say? @@ @@ You: He sent me a picture of a half naked lady on a stripper pole. @@ @@ Mom: Of course he did. Well, Jack has been stuck in his house for a while. @@ @@ Brother: Where are they? @@ @@ Mom: Strip club.@@ @@ Brother: Aw man, I should of went with them. @@ You give him a look to question if he really means that. @@ Brother: Uh... but the mall was fun too, I guess. Would of been nice to see some boobies though. @@ @@ Mom: Mommy's poor little Zachy didn't get to see boobies. SO SAD! @@ She jiggles her boobs at him and you both laugh. @@ You: Just unlock your phone. I bet you can see boobs in under 10 seconds. @@ @@ Brother: Not the same and you know it. This sucks. @@ @@ Mom: Kaley, help your brother out. @@ @@ You: WHAT? How? @@ @@ Mom: Show him some boobs. He can practically see them already with that bikini your wearing. @@ @@ You: Mom? @@ She doesn't respond and waits for you to do something. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bstrip16.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: KALEY! @@ @@ You: You told me to do it! @@ @@ Mom: I didn't expect you to actually do it though. What is wrong with you. @@ All you can manage is an exasperated yell as you walk away into the house. <a data-passage="15 6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> An hour later you are scrolling randomly online when you hear the front door open and some louder talking. You decide to stay in your room for a bit to wait til everyone is here. But only a minute later your door swings open and in walks Jack. @@ You: What the hell! I could of been naked. @@ @@ Uncle: Too bad. @@ @@ You: Why are you in my room? @@ @@ Uncle: Matty said I can come get you. Parties about to start. @@ @@ You: Dad let you come to my room? By yourself? @@ @@ Uncle: What's that supposed to mean? I wasn't under house arrest for being a pervert. @@ @@ You: You are one though. @@ @@ Uncle: So? Nothing wrong with that. @@ @@ You: Right. There is nothing wrong with being a pervert. @@ He grabs your arm lightly as you go to walk out of the room. @@ Uncle: Well I came here to see if maybe you wanted to continue our agreement. @@ @@ You: Right now? You want me to clean my own room... and you will pay me for it? @@ @@ Uncle: Sure! @@ You hesitate for a second before closing the door and locking it. @@ You: But? @@ @@ Uncle: But you got to be naked. @@ @@ You: Of course. Theres that pervert again. What if I don't want to clean? Don't really have that much time anyway.@@ @@ Uncle: I could settle for a show. @@ @@ You: A show huh? @@ <<linkreplace "Put on a show">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/u/show1.webm"></video></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/u/show2.webm"></video></center> At this point he sits down on your chair and takes his dick out. Without saying a work. @@ You: Ew. @@ <<linkreplace "Keep going">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/u/show3.webm"></video></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/u/show4.webm"> </video></center> @@ Uncle: What a good little slut you are. @@ //This is so fucking hot. // @@ Uncle: Now get over here on your knees. @@ @@ You: I'm not sucking your dick. @@ @@ Uncle: I don't care what you do with it. Just do it now. @@ @@ You: Fine. @@ <<linkreplace "Kneel">> He shoves his dick towards your face. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/u/show5.webm"> </video></center> He wastes no time after he finishes and walk towards the door still pulling his pants up. @@ Uncle: Told em I had to use the bathroom by the way. No way they would let me come get you. @@ He laughs and walks out. //What the hell got into him. Why is he even more forward now? And at this rate I'll be able to make a tier list of which family members cum tastes the best. // <a data-passage="15 7" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/backyard.jpg" /></center> 2 Hours later. The "party" happened to just be a group of your Dad's and Uncle's friends drinking and laughing in the backyard while you help your mother with food and anything else she asks. @@ You: What a great party. @@ You say as sarcastically as possible. @@ Mom: Well it wasn't meant to make you happy was it? @@ @@ You: No. @@ @@ Mom: And it sure seems to of worked for Jack. Only time I've seen him smile in the last few years was when I cleaned up for him. @@ @@ You: "Cleaned" for him. We both know what that actually means Mom. @@ She gives you a sharp look and checks to see where Zach is, who hasn't been seen for at least an hour. @@ Mom: Talking a lot for someone with the same deal. @@ As you are trying to come up with a good response your Dad comes over. @@ Dad: Can one of you help me grab the keg from the basement? @@ @@ Mom: You have a keg in the basement? @@ He pauses and smiles like he was caught then turns to you. @@ Dad: Cutie? Can you help me get something from the basement?@@ @@ You: Sure Daddy. @@ As you trail behind him into the house you look back and see your Uncle slide up next to your Mother and grab her ass slyly. <<linkreplace "Inside">> <center><img src= "img/basement.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Why do you have a keg down here anyway? @@ @@ Dad: It's a reffilable one. Had it for a couple years now. @@ @@ You: So it's old warm beer now? @@ @@ Dad: I refilled it a couple weeks ago, and it's in the fridge. @@ @@ You: Oh! @@ He walks over and opens the fridge, pulling out a basketball size keg. @@ You: I thought it was going to be bigger than that. @@ @@ Dad: That's what she said. @@ He starts laughing before he can even finish the line. @@ You: I doubt anyone's ever said that to you Daddy. @@ The laugh turns into a grin. @@ You: So why did you need my help then? @@ He responds by pulling out his massive dick. @@ Dad: So? @@ <<if $slut is 0>> <<include [[15 7 girl]]>> <<endif>> <<if $slut is 1>> <<include [[15 7 slut]]>> <<endif>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> After the party. It's nearing midnight when Zach busts into your room as you are laying in bed scrolling social media on your phone. @@ You: What do you want? @@ He closes the door behind him and sits on the edge of the bed. @@ Brother: I can't just come say hi to my big sis? @@ @@ You: You can, but that's not what you are doing. I know it. Where did you run off to today anyway? You left at some point during the party. @@ @@ Brother: Oh yea. That shit was boring. I left to go campaigning. @@ @@ You: Campaigning? For what? @@ @@ Brother: For you of course. @@ @@ You: So I will get to 600 subs and have to suck your dick. @@ @@ Brother: Exactly. @@ @@ You: Wait. What campaigning did you do? @@ You start to get a little nervous thinking about what dumb thing he might of done. @@ Brother: I made some ads, and paid to have them played on UToob. @@ @@ You: What the fuck does that mean? @@ @@ Brother: Here let me show you. @@ After a minute he shows you on his phone, a popular social media personalities UToob page. @@ Brother: Click a video and watch the bottom of the screen. @@ Sure enough, you click on a video and see a banner pop up with your page link and a image of your ass. @@ You: All that so I will suck your dick? @@ @@ Brother: Well the 30% you are giving me helps alot too. @@ @@ You: 15%. Good try though. @@ @@ Brother: Shit. @@ You feel your phone vibrate on the bed next to you and go to grab it but the annoying little brother can't help himself and grabs it first. @@ Brother: Why would mom want you to look down into the basement but be quiet? @@ He immediately gets up and walks off towards the door. //Shit! // @@ You: Wait. @@ <<linkreplace "Chase after him">> You both manage to sneak to the bottom of the stairs, all the while hearing what is obviously someone fucking in the far side of the basement. Zach gives you a questioning look and asks a question in a whisper. @@ Brother: Why did she want you to see her and dad fucking? @@ //Oh god. It's not going to be Dad is it? // You just shrug while you both peek around the corner. @@ Brother: What the fuck. @@ @@ You: What? I can't see cause your big ass head is in the way. @@ @@ Brother: Here. @@ He takes a step up and gives you room to look. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mom 3some.webm"></video></center> //She really didn't intend for Zach to see this. // @@ You: Ok, we saw it. Now lets go. @@ You tug on his shirt to try to get him to leave. @@ Brother: Hell no. Are you joking? I got front row seats to a dang porno. Not going anywhere. @@ @@ You: How about we go back to my room, I send the drone down here, and we don't get caught. @@ He pauses for a second. @@ You: And I'll jerk you off. @@ @@ Brother: I get to cum in your mouth. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ You said that a little too loud and you hear a pause in the fucking so you both stand still for a few seconds before it starts again. You mouth the words "lets go dumbass" and start walking up the stairs again as quietly as possible. <<linkreplace "Back in the bedroom">> @@ Brother: Quick get the feed up. They might be done already. @@ @@ You: You are disgusting. That's still Mom and Dad. @@ @@ Brother: Yea but... just turn it on. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mom 3some2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: It's already recording it! @@ @@ Brother: Mom's a fucking slut. @@ @@ You: Hey! That's not nice. @@ @@ Brother: Nice? It's fucking awesome. @@ @@ You: Ugh. @@ He quickly takes his pants off and lies down on your bed, staring intently at the screen. @@ Brother: Well? The agreement. @@ @@ You: Fine. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj7.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Oh shit! @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: There was 3 of them fucking her. @@ //He's not even paying attention to me anymore. // You also watch the screen closely for a few seconds trying to see if one of the men is Uncle Jack. Luckily neither is, so you don't have to deal with even more questions from Zach. @@ You: My hands are wrapped around your dick and all you can think about is what's happening downstairs? @@ @@ Brother: Yea. @@ //Little fucker. Fine, time to step it up a notch. // <<linkreplace "Tease him">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbj3.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Whoa.@@ His focus is now solely on you for a minute, until he nearly jumps with excitement and points at the screen. @@ Brother: Look look! @@ //God damn it. // @@ Brother: All three of them are going to nut on her face. @@ @@ You: Ew. @@ You can't help but also pay attention to the screen. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mom 3some3.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Fucking amazing. @@ @@ You: Yea yea whatever. Can you finish and get out. @@ @@ Brother: Jealous much? @@ @@ You: Shut up. @@ @@ Brother: Well lay down then. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Brother: You know the deal. @@ @@ You: Damn it. @@ <<linkreplace "Lay down">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbjc1.webm"></video></center> After he finishes he stares triumphantly at your face. @@ You: Get off asshole. You said in my mouth. And I don't remember agreeing to you shoving your dick down my throat either. @@ @@ Brother: Yea but 600 is close. Figured you might need some practice. You might be able to take it all after a few more tries. @@ @@ You: I just did take it all. @@ @@ Brother: No way. I still had at least another half inch to give you. @@ @@ You: I can easily take the whole thing... @@ You stop yourself when you see the grin on his face. He starts to say something but you cut him off. @@ You: Get out. @@ @@ Brother: Ok ok. Thanks for the blowjob sis. @@ @@ You: Fuck you. @@ You throw a shirt at him as he walks out the door but it flails wildly to the side and lands only 2 feet away. //None of that was even recorded, because the stupid drone was downstairs. Fuck! // <a data-passage="16" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> The morning light wakes you far too early once again, so you turn over to check your phone. A typical front page of social media followed by a text from Sarah about a guy she is dating. It all seems normal until you see the email icon has 99+ next to it. //Oh god, What the fuck happened now. // The newest one on the list is spam that somehow made it to the inbox, but what follows after is nearly three hundred emails from Thic-Thot. Some are messages but the vast majority are new subscribers. @@ You: No fucking way. @@ The site confirms what you already new. "883 total subscribers". And where once there was a blank space, it now reads "73rd in current Subscribers!". @@ You: That twerp is going to try to demand something crazy from me for all the subs he got me. @@ You stop and let your mind wander over the possibilities. @@ You: He's going to try to put it in my ass. I know it. @@ Quickly you get up and start getting dressed. @@ You: I need to get out of here fast, and come up with a plan. @@ The time on your phone reads 8:12am. @@ You: Impossible for Zach to be awake yet. I'll head to the beach to relax before he tries to sodomize me, probably. @@ You put on a bikini with a skirt over it and walk out into the hallway quietly. The door to his room is still closed, so you feel confident walking past it and down the stairs. <center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> In the kitchen you see your Mother leaning on a counter with her head in her hands and a cup of coffee next to her. @@ You: Mom? @@ She groggily lifts her head in your direction. @@ You: You ok? @@ @@ Mom: Yes, just have a bad headache from last night. @@ @@ You: Oh, ok. I'm going to go to... @@ She cuts you off. @@ Mom: You didn't happen to see a text I sent you last night, did you? @@ She looks dreaful as she asks the question. //Guess the alcohol made her send the text. // @@ You: Not until this morning. What did you want anyway? @@ @@ Mom: Oh good. It was nothing, don't worry about it. @@ @@ You: K, well I'm going to head to the beach for a bit, work on my tan.@@ @@ Mom: Alright sweetie. @@ She takes a sip of her coffee and hangs her head back into her hands. <<linkreplace "Head to the beach.">> The beach nearby is one that would barely qualify as an actual beach. As it's only a lake, but the sand is still there to lay on just the same. And it's only a 10 minute walk away. <center><img src= "img/beachl.png" /></center> @@ You: Why are there so many people here? No one has anything more important to do on a Monday morning? @@ @@ Guy: It's sunday. @@ @@ You: Oh. @@ Glancing over you see the guy that responded to you (when you thought no one could hear you). He's mid thirties, almost buff, but also kinda chubby guy sitting on a chair suspicously far away from everyone else. //Oh great. A creep. // @@ You: Why are you up here by yourself? @@ A creepy smile appears on his face. @@ Guy: I'm just here to sight see. @@ //Ew. // @@ You: Well have fun with that. @@ You walk away to the other side of the beach, trying to get as far away from perv man as possible, and lay down on you towel. <center><img src= "img/beachl1.png" /></center> When you feel safe from his sight you look back over in his direction just to see him holding up a pair of binoculars in your direction. //Are you kidding? // He quickly puts them down when he notices you looking and goes back to creeping on the people near him. //The guy isn't ugly, he could easily go to any populated area and pick up a woman within an hour I bet. // [[Tease the pervert]] //More content// [[Don't]] <</linkreplace>>

<<linkreplace "Kneel">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbj2.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Amazing cutie. Now get ready for it. @@ Just as he pulls his dick out and starts jerking it ready to cum on your face, you hear a voice from the top of the stairs. @@ Man: Got it Matt? Getting real thirsty out there. @@ Luckily he is around the corner still and at the top of the stairs so he can't see you. @@ Dad: Yea. Coming right now. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbjc2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Dad: Sorry Cutie, gotta go. @@ He picks the keg back up and walks up the stairs, leaving you to deal with the mess on your face. //Why do I always have to clean up someone else's cum. // <a data-passage="15 8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<<linkreplace "Kneel">> @@ Dad: We don't have much time though, so lay down on the table here. @@ @@ You: Ok? @@ You naturally question him but follow along anyway. @@ You: Like this? @@ @@ Dad: On your back, and hang your head out over the edge here. @@ He points to just infront of where he is now unzipping his pants. @@ You: Oh. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbjs2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Dad, it really can't go any deeper. @@ Just as you say that, a voice from the top of the stairs is heard. @@ Man: Got it Matt? Getting real thirsty out there. @@ @@ Dad: Yea. Give me a minute. @@ He stops and looks down at your with a smirk. @@ You: What? @@ @@ Dad: Actually, Steve? @@ @@ You: What are you doing? @@ @@ Dad: Come down here for a moment. @@ @@ You: Dad? @@ You attempt to get up but he puts his weight on your shoulders holding you on the table. @@ You: DAD! @@ @@ Steve: Woah. What's going on down here?@@ //He can't see my face, so maybe he will think I'm Mom. // @@ Steve: So I just passed your wife there in the kitchen. So whos this one?@@ He grabs your shoulders and sits you up on the table facing the Man you barely know, with spit still covering the lower part of your face. @@ Steve: That's where that hot peice of ass daughter of your's went. Down her servicing her old man's cock. What a beauty.@@ //Yuck. // He takes a step towards you but your Father interupts him, thankfully. @@ Dad: No touching, yet. And you can't tell anyone about this. @@ //Yet? // @@ Steve: Of course.@@ @@ Dad: So just stay over there and if you can keep quiet about it, I'll see about taking her on that business trip next week. @@ @@ Steve: Now were talking. @@ //What's that supposed to mean? // You want to ask out loud but you having a hard time getting the nerve to talk in front of the other Man seeing you with your Dad's dick. @@ Dad: Get back to work Cutie. @@ You kneel down in front of him. @@ Dad: What do you say? @@ @@ You: Yes, Daddy. @@ @@ Steve: Hoo-wee.@@ <<linkreplace "Start again">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbjs3.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Get ready little slut. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbjsc2.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Thanks Cutie. Clean that up before going upstairs. @@ He kisses you on the cheek and walks away up the stairs with the other man having a conversation you can't hear. //Why do I always have to clean up someone else's cum. // <a data-passage="15 8" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/beachl.png" /></center> Slyly you peek back over your shoulder and see he is once again spying with his binoculars in your direction. //Could probably be more subtle Guy. // The people on the other side of the beach are now laying in the sun. //Perfect time for a booby picture for Thic-Thot. // Making sure to angle yourself just enough away from the perv so that he might catch a glimpse of boob, and not just full blown flashing him, you take the picture. <center><img src= "img/beachl2.png" /></center> @@ You: Perfect. @@ You upload it right away with the caption "Early morning tanning". After adjusting your top back, you lay down to finally do what you came here for... to clear your mind, and come up with a plan for Zach. <<linkreplace "5 minutes later">> //I'm going to have to suck his dick. That's fine... I guess. // Your phone dings with a notification. But as you go to check it you notice the perv is no longer seated in the same spot. First tought is that maybe he just got bored and left, but then you check to your left and see he is now seated on the opposite side of you, only 30 or so feet away. //Bold. // You decide to ignore him for now and check your phone. It's a message on the picture you just posted. can we see the rest of that amazing body too princess? //Princess? This guy might be creepier than the literal creep sitting nearby. // You balance your phone on the edge of a stick and set the timer to take a picture, then turn straight towards the perv, who is staring at you, and pull your bikini to the side just in time for the picture. His eyes go wide and you can't help but smirk as you lay back down to upload the picture you took. <center><img src= "img/beachl3.png" /></center> //I'm getting good at this! // A quick look back over your shoulder gives you a clear indication that he's happy with what little he did see, as he now has his hand clearly down his pants. //Huge pervert. Not even afraid of being caught. // The hypocrisy of that thought enters your mind just as you finish thinking it. //Am I a pervert too...? Nah. I'm not watching other people. // You do a slow look around the beach to see if anyone else is in view, and to also check on the rogue jerker. The beach is now nearly empty, just one couple on the far side from you. And now the perv see's that as well because he has his dick fully out not trying to hide anything. @@ Guy: Such a beautiful day. @@ //He's talking to me now? Best to not look in his direction, he might get some funny ideas. // @@ You: Yup. @@ You go back to checking your phone while facing away from the man. @@ Guy: I'll give you 50 bucks to do that again, but facing away from me. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Guy: Could be the easiest 50 bucks of your life. Just do it again, and stay like it til I say. @@ @@ You: I don't need your money. @@ //50 dollars is nothing after I collect this Thic-Thot money. // @@ Guy: Well how about you just do it anyway. Help a guy out. @@ @@ You: Will you leave after? @@ @@ Guy: Right away. @@ @@ You: Fine. But don't even think about getting up from that chair. @@ He just nods. <center><img src= "img/beachl4.png" /></center> Your phone beeps again with an email notification so you decide to just lean forward and check it, while staying in the same pose. 30 seconds later you start to hear movement behind you. <<linkreplace "Let him get closer">> You feel his feet on the sand directly behind you, and for a second you think he might just start fucking you without saying a word. But then you feel the same hot sticky liquid hit your ass.. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/beachlc.webm"></video></center> Out of the corner of your eye you see some money land on the towel next to you, and you hear him walk away without saying anything else. @@ You: Disgusting. @@ You say out loud for him to hear, while thinking the opposite thoughts. <a data-passage="Don't" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/beachl.png" /></center> 20 minutes later the beach is starting to get full, and the tingly, burny sensation of a possible sunburn is taking over your back and butt, so you decide it's time to head home. *Ding* The text message sound plays just as you start the quick walk back to the house. Brother: beach fun? //How does he know? // You: mom told you? Brother: yep Brother: she is so hungover she didnt even notice me take a pic of her tits hanging out //Probably did notice. // Brother: look <center><img src= "img/mom1.png" /></center> You: you must be very happy getting to see a old lady nipple Brother: actually I am. boobs are fucking awesome whatever the age You: yea but these are better <center><img src= "img/beachl5.png" /></center> Just as you hit send, with a grin on your face, you notice a group of teenage boys off to the left that clearly watched you take the picture. Your face starts to feel flush and you nearly start running away expecting one of them to have something to say, but they must of all either been too shy or in shock. *Ding* Brother: so i need ur help You: with? Brother: told dad just now that i got a gf You: you do? Brother: of course not. but he keeps asking if im gay cause i only had one You: LOL well are you? Brother: you know for a fact i aint gay You: could be bi. nothin wrong with that Brother: shush, not gay You: so what do you want me to do about it? Brother: told him I would get her to send me a pic You: and you want me to do? how do you think thats going to work? Brother: do you have a pic from when you dyed your hair maybe? that doesnt show your face? You: or any other of my easily identifiable features? Brother: theres plenty of woman with big asses and big tits You: I swear you have room temp IQ Brother: uh huh. can you help me or not? You realise your almost home at this point so you stop just as you are about to leave the trail. You: let me look ... You: this work? <center><img src= "img/beachl6.png" /></center> Brother: clearly you, if i remember your hair like that they will too You: right, this one? <center><img src= "img/beachl7.png" /></center> Brother: is that your bikini? You: yes... Brother: no way then You: I have like 20, and I think I only wore that 1 on my trip Brother: but he might show the pic to mom //Why the hell would he do that? // You: fine just show him this one <center><img src= "img/beachl8.png" /></center> Brother: whoa can I? You: no dumbass, i was joking //He might actually recognize me with that one. // You: here I got it <center><img src= "img/beachl9.png" /></center> You: on vacation, not my bikini and my hair looks lighter. perfect Brother: k thanks At this point you have started moving again and get to the front door just as you read the last message. <<linkreplace "Walk inside">> @@ Mom: How was the beach? @@ Her voice hits you almost immediately from the kitchen to the left. You walk in and see all three of them sat at the table eating breakfast. @@ You: Oh. It was nice. @@ @@ Dad: Zach was just telling us about his new girlfriend. @@ @@ You: Oh really? Who is she? @@ @@ Mom: Apparently her name is Hailey. @@ //Really? // You give him a look and he respond with one of mild panic. @@ You: Would I know her? @@ @@ Brother: Maybe. @@ @@ Dad: Quite the looker too. Body on her like a goddess. @@ A sense of pride takes over and you can't stop a smile from forming. @@ Mom: Don't talk like that. @@ @@ Dad: What? If I was his age I'd be all over her, like white on rice on paper plate in a snow storm. @@ @@ Mom: Stop it. Your old enough to be her father. @@ You: Don't think that would stop him. @@ Mom: Anyway? You hungry Kaley? @@ @@ You: Not really. I'm going to go take a shower. @@ <a data-passage="shower16" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower5.webm"></video></center> Time to start the day for real I guess. <<set $d16 to 0>> <<set $b16 to 0>> <<set $m16 to 0>> <<set $k16 to 0>> <<include [[hallway16]]>>

<center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hi Daddy. Whatcha watching? @@ @@ Dad: Baseball. @@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Dad: Actually yes, I really am. @@ @@ You: Weirdo. @@ @@ Dad: Don't knock it til you try it. @@ He taps the couch next to him for you to join him. @@ You: I'll give it 10 minutes. @@ 10 excruciatingly boring minutes later. @@ You: Your a liar. @@ @@ Dad: How so? @@ @@ You: This is the most boring thing in the world and you know it. @@ @@ Dad: Helps if you have money on it. @@ He grins. @@ You: Wow. How much? @@ @@ Dad: 50 bucks on the Mets to lose. @@ @@ You: Who did you bet with? @@ @@ Dad: A guy from work. You don't know him. Yet. @@ //Yet? // @@ You: What work? You don't work. @@ @@ Dad: Right, I guess I can't say it's work. @@ @@ You: What is it then? @@ @@ Dad: I'm part owner of a business. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Dad: Dammit. @@ You look back at the TV and see a baseball flying into the fans. @@ You: Take it that was a bad thing? @@ @@ Dad: The worst thing possible. Bottom of the ninth homer to win it for the Tigers. @@ @@ You: Cool. I guess. So about that business. @@ @@ Dad: Don't even try it. You have already learned as much as you are going to until your Mom and I talk about it. @@ You start trying to give him puppy dog eyes but he gets distracted by a text message. @@ Dad: Of course he's braggin already. @@ @@ You: You want me to ease the pain of losing money? @@ He looks out towards the hallway like he actually cares about getting caught then unzips his pants. @@ You: Guess that's a yes.@@ //Maybe I should record it. In case something happens with Zach. // @@ You: Daddy? @@ @@ Dad: Yes Cutie? @@ @@ You: Can I record it? @@ @@ Dad: What? I don't care what you do Cutie. @@ //Of course he doesn't. // <<linkreplace "Start recording">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbj3.webm"></video></center> Every few seconds you check the doorway to see if someone is coming. And everytime you notice he doesn't seem to be worried at all. //What would he even say if Mom walked in right now? // He stands up as he gets closer to cumming and lines up to shoot it in your mouth. //Better record it all. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbjc3.webm"></video></center> The first thing you do is watch back the video with cum still on parts of your face. @@ Dad: Thanks Cutie. Did the video look good? @@ @@ You: Really hot. @@ @@ Dad: What exactly do you plan on doing with it? @@ He does his pants back up and sits back down on the couch. @@ You: Nothing. @@ @@ Dad: Well I hope I don't accidentally find it online one day. @@ @@ You: DAD? @@ @@ Dad: What? I'm just saying. Well If I did find it online I would hope it's on one of those exclusive sites where you made a lot of money off of it at least. @@ //More than you will ever know probably. // @@ You: Ok, that's enough of this conversation. Bye Daddy. @@ <<set $d16 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway16" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Finally you muster the courage to go talk to your brother about the sub count, but instead of a grinning jackass, you find an empty room. @@ You: MOM, WHERE'S ZACH? @@ She sticks her head out of her bedroom only feet away and responds. @@ Mom: I don't know, I'm not his keeper. @@ @@ You: Um, I think you actually are though. @@ The door closes again and she responds from inside. @@ Mom: He's too old for me to care. @@ You take out your phone and text him. You: where r u? A few minutes go by and you find yourself watching TV in your room before he responds. Brother: games with arron and taylor You: oh, alright A few hours go by, in which you get some editing done and try to figure out just how much money you are about to make from Thic-Thot. At this point you have nearly forgot about the reward, since Zach seems to have done the same. *Ding* Brother: yo, send a pic You: y? what kind? You: braggin about having a gf again arent you? Brother: maybe //Those two know my body as good as anyone else, with as much time they spent here staring at me. At least they don't know my clothes. // <<linkreplace "Send a pic">> You: make sure you dont show them the name of the person ur texting dumbass <center><img src= "img/text9.png" /></center> Brother: thx, and i changed your name to HOEfoSHO now You: ... A few minutes go by and he sends another text. Brother: y does no1 ever fucking believe me You: :) cause I'm out of your league lil bro Brother: send another You: how will that help? Brother: idk just do it <center><img src= "img/text10.png" /></center> You: happy? A few more minutes go by before another text comes in. Brother: they want to know your #s You: wtf does that mean Brother: mesurmints stupid auto correct can't even figure out what im trying to say You: measurements? idk what they are Brother: they said bra size then You: 34DD tell them they are some sad little boys Brother: that worked now they shut up You: this ones for your eyes only <center><img src= "img/text11.png" /></center> Brother: :o <<set $b16 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway16" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/backyard.jpg" /></center> The first thing you notice in the backyard is your Mother sat down watching something in the distance. <center><img src= "img/mby1.png" /></center> @@ You: Whatcha looking at? @@ She seems startled for a second but quickly regains her composure when she see's its only you. @@ Mom: You scared me. I was trying to catch a glimpse of the guy that Caroline is seeing. @@ @@ You: Caroline? @@ @@ Mom: The neighboor, Mrs. Davis. @@ @@ You: You know her first name? @@ @@ Mom: You don't? They have lived there for 2 years now. @@ @@ You: Probably not for much longer after it becomes a murder scene. @@ @@ Mom: And why would that happen. @@ @@ You: When her massive roided out husband finds out she is cheating on him. @@ @@ Mom: Maybe he likes it. @@ @@ You: You think the guy that has taken so many steroids that his balls are probably the size of raisins, likes his wife to be fucked by another man? @@ @@ Mom: Maybe? @@ Even she doesn't believe what she is saying anymore. @@ You: We can call him the incredible cuck. @@ @@ Mom: That sounds like something your Father would say. @@ @@ You: Oh, there he is. @@ You both spot, through the fence, the shape of a person walking in through the gate and towards the back door. @@ Mom: Mr. Davis only left 5 minutes ago, and this guy is already here. @@ //If only I had a reason to own the drone that makes sense. Then this could be way more entertaining. // @@ Mom: Oh look she's outside too. @@ @@ You: Im going to go get a closer look. @@ @@ Mom: Why? @@ She grins a bit and gets up with you. @@ Mom: It turn you on to watch other people? @@ @@ You: I can ask you the same question. Your walking right with me. @@ @@ Mom: Ok shush. They might hear us. @@ You both quietly get to the fence and peer though the small gaps. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/n3.webm"></video></center> //They're already fucking? He's only been there for like 30 seconds. // Your Mom's expression seems be asking the same question. A couple more seconds go by before the man does a few agressive thrusts inside her, then pulls out and they both walk inside. @@ You: Woah. He came inside her? @@ @@ Mom: Must of. Maybe he had a condom on.. @@ @@ You: I don't think so. Probably wasn't enough time to put one on. @@ @@ Mom: Maybe he walked in the backyard ready to go? @@ She giggles. @@ You: Yea mom. He walked in with a condom already on under his pants. Sure. @@ You both return back to the bench. @@ Mom: Wish I could see inside that house. @@ @@ You: You think they are going at it again already? @@ @@ Mom: With the way that last interaction went? Good chance they are.@@ @@ You: You think she is on the kitchen counter now? @@ @@ Mom: Or pushed over the couch. @@ @@ You: Maybe he couldn't even wait that long. Maybe he just picked her up and started fucking her again against the door. @@ Your mind starts to wander for a few seconds while watching the house, day dreaming about what might be happening inside. Until you hear a slight moan. <<linkreplace "Look back at Mom">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mby1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Mom? @@ @@ Mom: What? You want to help? @@ Before you can answer she moves your head down to her now soaking wet pussy. You give her a teasing look. @@ Mom: Show Mommy how well she raised her daughter.@@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mby2.webm"></video></center> She grabs your head after a couple minutes and holds it in place while cumming. @@ Mom: Some men can know what they are doing down there. But a woman will always do it better. @@ @@ You: Oh really? @@ @@ Mom: Always. I'll prove it. @@ Your pants are pulled down in a second and your now in her place on the couch laying on your back. @@ You: We might be pressing our luck out here Mom. Someone can see us at any second. @@ @@ Mom: Than you better keep a good eye on the windows and door. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mby3.webm"></video></center> You attempt to keep watch for any peepers, but after a few seconds you can no longer concentrate enough. @@ You: Your right. Woman are better, 100%. @@ @@ Mom: Oh I know. @@ She sits up next to you and starts kissing you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mby4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Mom: Ok. I need to go make dinner. @@ @@ You: Might want to wash your hands first. @@ She licks her fingers up and down while smirking. @@ Mom: Would only make it taste better Cutie. @@ After redressing and finally checking the windows again, you come to the conclusion that no one saw you. //This has to be the most oblivious house in America. // <<set $m16 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway16" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Finally you muster the courage to go talk to your brother about the sub count, but instead of a grinning jackass, you find an empty room. @@ You: MOM, WHERE'S ZACH? @@ She sticks her head out of her bedroom only feet away and responds. @@ Mom: I don't know, I'm not his keeper. @@ @@ You: Um, I think you actually are though. @@ The door closes again and she responds from inside. @@ Mom: He's too old for me to care. @@ You take out your phone and text him. You: where r u? A few minutes go by and you find yourself watching TV in your room before he responds. Brother: games with arron and taylor You: oh, alright A few hours go by, in which you get some editing done and try to figure out just how much money you are about to make from Thic-Thot. At this point you have nearly fogot about the reward, since Zach seems to have done the same. *Ding* Brother: yo, send a pic You: y? what kind? You: braggin about having a gf again arent you? Brother: maybe //Those two know my body as good as anyone else, with as much time they spent here staring at me. At least they don't know my clothes. // //Let's turn up the heat a little. // <<linkreplace "Send a pic">> You: make sure you dont show them the name of the person ur texting dumbass <center><img src= "img/text12.png" /></center> Brother: wow u sure I can show them that? You: only if you want too A few minutes go by and he sends another text. Brother: y does no1 ever fucking believe me You: :) cause I'm out of your league lil bro Brother: send another You: how will that help? Brother: idk just do it You: your not saying anything about what to show so... No response after a minute so you decide to play the game a little more. <center><img src= "img/text13.png" /></center> You: so? A few more minutes go by before another text comes in. Brother: they want to see the rest of that pic You: and you want to show it to them? Brother: fuck yea I do , show them what they will never get You: I wouldn't say never. Brother: what? yes never, these dorks can't handle you You: and you can? Brother: 100% You: yet to be determined :P You: but here, show them if you want to <center><img src= "img/text14.png" /></center> Brother: :o A couple minutes go by. You: guessing they stopped bugging you now Brother: yea thnx You: good, I'll leave it up to you if you want to show them this one <center><img src= "img/text15.png" /></center> Brother: apparently they would destroy that pussy on the daily You: in their dreams maybe <<set $b16 to 1>> <a data-passage="hallway16" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Just as you started getting the feeling that maybe Zach forgot about the whole deal, your door swings open with comedic like timing. //Of course. // @@ Brother: Hey Cutie. @@ @@ You: Yes I know. @@ He smirks. @@ Brother: I actually got to thinking about our deal while I was teasing those nerds. Thanks for the help by the way. @@ @@ You: What are you getting at? @@ @@ Brother: Maybe your so hesitant to do it, because you've never done it before. @@ @@ You: What? I had your dick in my mouth like 3 times already. @@ After saying that you walk over and make sure the door is closed all the way. then lock it for good measure. @@ Brother: Yea but that doesn't really count. @@ @@ You: Why doesn't it? @@ @@ Brother: Wasn't any skill displayed. @@ @@ You: Skill? Last time I could feel it in my throat. @@ @@ Brother: Yea but I did that. @@ @@ You: You can stop with the bullshit Zach. I already agreed to do it. @@ @@ Brother: I know. I'm just curious if you have actually sucked a dick before. @@ //Literally a couple hours ago. Dad's. But I can't tell him that. // @@ You: A few. @@ @@ Brother: When? @@ @@ You: On vacation. @@ @@ Brother: Wait really? Who? @@ @@ You: Oh now you really want to know. @@ He pauses waiting for the answer. @@ You: I don't remember his name. But I have a video. @@ @@ Brother: You took a video? Why? @@ @@ You: It was the biggest one I had ever seen. Until recently. @@ His face lights up thinking you mean him, but the reality is you don't know if his or your Dad's is bigger. @@ Brother: Can I see it? @@ @@ You: Really? You want to see some other guys dick? @@ @@ Brother: If it's in your mouth yea. @@ @@ You: Fine. @@ <<linkreplace "Show him">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/vbj1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Wow. @@ @@ You: You like that guys dick? @@ You can't help but giggle at him. @@ Brother: No. The rest of it is wow... not the dick. @@ You notice now that his own is pitching a massive tent in his shorts. @@ You: So let's get this over with. Lay down. @@ He doesn't respond other than to grin at you and lay down. @@ You: Now you wanted proof that I can do it? @@ @@ Brother: Do what? @@ <<linkreplace "Prove it ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbj4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: See? @@ @@ Brother: Ok. I get it. Now finish the job. @@ @@ You: I did. The deal was to suck you dick. I did. The whole damn thing I will add, in one suck. @@ A look of annoyance appears on his face, which you answer with a smirk. The smirk is quickly removed by his actions, as he puches you to your knees in an agressive fashion. @@ You: Hey, watch it. @@ He response is to shove his dick down your throat once again. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbj5.webm"></video></center> After a minute you finally get a chance to breath normally. @@ You: Jesus Zach, I have to breath. @@ Once again he shoves you back against the bed. This time it's less agressive and more playful. @@ You: Ok ok, I'll do it. @@ //Although it's really fucking hot when he takes control like that. // @@ You: Start recording at least. And do that again. @@ @@ Brother: That can be done. @@ <<linkreplace "Take it again">> He starts recording and you once again open your mouth for him. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbj6.webm"></video></center> //CAN'T BREATH. // You smack the side of his leg again and he stops. @@ You: Breathing is a very important activity, asshole. And I can't do it when your huge dick is blocking off everything. @@ You smack him on the leg again. @@ Brother: Sorry. It's just so good. I can't control myself. @@ He proves it by once again shoving it back inside your mouth. But this time he doesn't stop until he takes it out to cum all over your face. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bbjc2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Why? @@ He is breathing heavy now and looks very happy. @@ Brother: Why what? @@ @@ You: On my face? Why not in my mouth? @@ @@ Brother: I thought you hated it in your mouth? @@ @@ You: I hate it all over my face more. @@ @@ Brother: So where should I do it? @@ @@ You: In your hand. @@ @@ Brother: Boring. Guess it's down your throat from now on. @@ @@ You: Good luck with that. @@ @@ Brother: So you know your face is in that video right? @@ @@ You: Yea I've been thinking about that. Showing my face might be alright. As long as your face is never shown we should be good. @@ @@ Brother: What if Mom or Dad find it? @@ @@ You: Why would they? @@ @@ Brother: Good point. But still, what if they do? @@ @@ You: Then their adult daughter is a online entertainer. Not that big of a deal. @@ He rolls his eyes. @@ Brother: I don't want to be anywhere near that conversation if it ever happens. @@ @@ You: I bet it would be way easier than you think. I mean you've seen Mom in the basement. @@ @@ Brother: Right. I take it back then. @@ @@ You: Mom would probably accept it without an extra thought. @@ @@ Brother: Yea, maybe I should of tried to get her to suck my dick. Probably would of been easier. @@ @@ You: Maybe. @@ His eyes go a little wide at you agreeing with him. @@ Brother: You actually think she would? @@ @@ You: Your cum is still all over my face and your already thinking about getting someone else to suck your dick? @@ @@ Brother: Yes. @@ @@ You: You are crazy. And she might actually do it with a little convincing. @@ @@ Brother: Can you help? @@ @@ You: Can I help my brother, get our Mother, to suck his dick? @@ @@ Brother: Yes. @@ @@ You: Does that not sound like complete crazy talk to you? @@ @@ Brother: Not really. @@ @@ You: I'll think about it. @@ @@ Brother: SWEET! @@ He practically skips out of the room, leaving you to once again deal with the mess. <a data-passage="17" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> The alarm to wake you is replaced by knocking on the door the next morning. @@ Dad: Kaley? @@ Slowly you open your eyes and attempt to form words. @@ You: What? @@ Glancing at your phone you see its 6:30 AM. @@ You: Go away. @@ @@ Dad: I need to go to Asheville today, to check on something. @@ @@ You: Why? @@ A voice from further away rings out next. @@ Brother: SHUT UP. @@ The sound of something hitting your Brother's door follows. @@ Dad: Can I come in? @@ @@ You: Yea. @@ He opens the door and his eyes go wide for a second. You take a look down a see that you fell asleep with just a thong on and he is staring at your ass. <center><img src= "img/ass2.png" /></center> @@ You: Really Dad? You've see way more than that.@@ @@ Dad: It's like a car crash, I just can't look away. @@ @@ You: My butt is a car crash? @@ He blinks a couple times, realising that didn't sound as good as he wanted it too. @@ Mom: Is she going? @@ Your Mom ask's, as she also walks into the room. @@ Mom: Put your ass away Kaley, that thing is a weapon of mass distraction. @@ Laughing as you get up to get dressed, you see her slap him playfully on the arm. @@ Dad: No one would be able to resist. @@ She rolls her eyes and looks back towards you. @@ Mom: Are you going?@@ @@ You: To Asheville? @@ @@ Mom: Yea. That's why he came to wake you up. And also apparently to get a view of his own daughter. @@ @@ Dad: Like you never do that. @@ Her face starts to blush a little before she smacks his arm again. @@ Mom: It's fine when I do it. @@ He smiles trying to think of what to say next but you decide to cut them off before it goes further. @@ You: Why are you going to Asheville? It's like 6 hours away. @@ @@ Mom: We decided that it's time to let your into the family business. But only a bit, for now. @@ @@ You: Sounds omninous. Why only me and not Zach? @@ @@ Dad: Cause your older. @@ @@ You: We are both 18. @@ @@ Mom: True, but his maturity age is barely 15. @@ @@ You: And mine is? @@ A grin appears on her face before she answers. @@ Mom: 18. @@ @@ You: Yea right. I am way more mature than that.@@ She walks over and picks up the fluffy pink teddy bear you call juno from the chair, and just holds it up towards you. @@ You: Whatever. What do I get out of going with Dad? @@ @@ Mom: You need payment to keep your own Farther company on a long drive? @@ He smirks as he watches your Mother's emotions shift away from him towards you. @@ You: Uh, yes? You said I was being let into the family business. Like a job. You get paid for jobs. @@ @@ Dad: She is your Daughter alright. @@ You both share a chuckle. @@ Mom: $100. Final and only offer. @@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Dad: Is it that bad to spend a couple days with me? @@ @@ You: Not at all. I just want to annoy Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Oh really? Come here. @@ @@ You: Why? So you can do this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/selfspank.webm"></video></center> @@ You: It's really not a threat anymore. Especially not from you. @@ They both watch with wide eyes for a few seconds. @@ Mom: Guess I'll have to think of something else then. Maybe while your gone with your Father and making NO MONEY. @@ @@ You: Wait. @@ She laughs and walks out of the room. @@ Dad: Don't worry Cutie. You will get plenty of chances to make some money. @@ @@ You: What does that mean? @@ He also laughs and walks out of the room. @@ Dad: We leave in 20 minutes. @@ @@ You: 20 minutes? Yea right. @@ <a data-passage="17 1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

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<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> 45 minutes later. They are both sat at the table drinking some coffee when you finally walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. @@ Dad: I said 20 minutes. @@ @@ You: And I said "Yea right". @@ A chuckle escapes your Mom's mouth before she speaks. @@ Mom: Told you. @@ @@ Dad: Yea yea yea. @@ He gets up from the table and starts to crawl underneath it. @@ Mom: Whoa, right now? Our daughter is here.@@ @@ Dad: So? @@ She just stares in your direction while he goes under the table and moves towards her legs. Her faces starts to give away exactly what is happening, and you see his hands grab her hips and pull her towards the edge of the seat. @@ You: Um. Why is Dad doing that? @@ She has a hard time forming words for a second, but eventually responds. @@ Mom: A bet. @@ You lean down a little, which she notices and goes to adjust the table cloth. But not to hide it better, she makes it so you can clearly see his face in between her legs. @@ You: Wow. So what would of happened if I was faster? @@ @@ Mom: Guess you will never know. @@ Her face continues to show the obvious pleasure she is getting from this, and you notice she is actually watching you, while you watch him. She seems to be getting off on being watched. @@ You: Well. Are you nearly done? @@ @@ Dad: Yea she is. @@ His muffled voice is meat by her grabbing his head and pulling it closer. @@ Mom: OH GOD. DON'T STOP. @@ A few more seconds go by and she starts bucking her hips back and forth while you see a smile appear on the side of his face that you can barely see over her leg. After a pause he appears back out from under the table with a triumphant look on his face. @@ Dad: I WIN. @@ While still catching her breath she looks towards him. @@ Mom: What? @@ @@ Dad: The bet. @@ She looks confused. @@ Mom: I won. You just did that because I won. @@ @@ Dad: The other bet. @@ @@ Mom: I didn't say it. @@ @@ Dad: Nope. The other one. I made you cum in less than a minute. @@ Her face goes blank as she remembers something. @@ Mom: No you didn't. @@ @@ Dad: Tell her Kaley. @@ @@ You: There is no way that was more than a minute. @@ He starts doing a little dance in the middle of the Kitchen. @@ Mom: I... @@ She attempts to argue it a few different ways before finally admitting. @@ Mom: Fine. But you had help. @@ @@ Dad: Doesn't matter, still won. @@ He's still doing a very poor version of dancing as he responds. @@ Mom: Whatever. I'll start when you get home. @@ @@ Dad: Nope. You start now. @@ He points to the floor in front of him. @@ Mom: Matt, you can't be serious. @@ He responds by undoing his belt. @@ Mom: Kaley, give is a few minutes please. @@ @@ Dad: She stays, She's my lucky charm. @@ They both smile at you out of view of eachother. @@ Mom: Fine. Watch for your Brother Sweetie. @@ <<linkreplace "Postion yourself ">> You take a few steps back so that you can see the stairs out of the corner of your eye, and look back just as your Mom pulls your Dad's cock out of his pants. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/mdbj.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Wow. @@ After a minute he pulls her towards the table. <<linkreplace "Get closer">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/mdbj2.webm"></video></center> Just as he is clearly about to finish all over her face she stands up and laughs. @@ Dad: Hey. The hell are you doing. @@ @@ Mom: It's already 7:30. You two really need to hit the road. @@ She walks off towards the bathroom. And you look back over to see him still standing with his dick in his hand, now just slightly less hard than it was. @@ You: Uh, Dad? @@ He contemplates using you in some way for a second before agreeing with what she said. @@ Dad: God damn it, we really do need to leave. Let's go. @@ He shoves his still hard dick into his pants, creating a very easy to see bulge and starts walking towards the door. You hear you Mom yell from inside the bathroom. @@ Mom: Have fun you two. @@ //What the fuck does that mean? // <a data-passage="17 2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

2 Hours later. A very loud yawn and stretch escapes your mouth as you wake up in the front seat of a moving car. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/car.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Woah. I don't even remember leaving the house. @@ @@ Dad: You were asleep again before I could even start the car. @@ @@ You: It's just not in me to be awake before 8. @@ @@ Dad: Sure. Good luck with having a normal job then. @@ You sit in quiet for a few minutes listening to the rythmic sound of the tires on the road. @@ Dad: Can you text your mother and tell her we are still alive. @@ You grab your phone from your bag by your feet. Texting Mom You: still alive Mom: very funny Mom: where are you now? @@ You: Where are we Dad? @@ He contemplatesd for a second while taking in the surroundings. @@ Dad: The fuck if I know. Half way, hopefully. @@ Texting Mom @@ You: he says half way to his new life without you and the annoying one :) @@ You can't help but laugh as you hit send. @@ Dad: Your messing with her aren't you. @@ @@ You: Of course. @@ Texting Mom You: oh and Dad picked up a hitch hiker that is paying with sexual favours Mom: ... @@ You: I told her you picked up a girl thats paying for the ride with sex. @@ @@ Dad: You really are my Daughter. @@ He says with a big smile on his face. @@ Dad: Send her a picture as proof. @@ @@ You: What kind of picture? @@ @@ Dad: Put the phone up your skirt. @@ <center><img src= "img/car upskirt.png" /></center> Send. @@ You: Wait. How does that prove there is another person. @@ You both stop and think for a second then start laughing, @@ Dad: No one ever said this family was the smartest on the block. @@ Mom texting back Mom: nice try. and stop teasing your father like that Mom: especially after how I left him earlier @@ You: Yea she wasn't convinced. And she says not to tease you. So here, record this. @@ He takes your phone and points it at you while still paying attention to the road. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/cartease.webm"></video></center> All while barely being able to hold in your giggles, you hit share on the video and press "Mom". Just after you hit send you hear the sound on your Father getting a text. He grabs the phone from the center console and hands it to you. @@ Dad: See who that is Cutie. @@ You click the text icon and a video starts playing. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/cartease.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Wait. What happened. @@ @@ Dad: What's wrong. @@ @@ You: I guess I accidentally sent the video to you, not Mom. @@ He chuckles to himself as you now quickly go through your phone and find the reason why. @@ You: I SENT IT TO THE FAMILY GROUP CHAT. @@ He instantly busts out into laughter. @@ Dad: Good fucking job Cutie. @@ You attempt to figure out just how you did that, so you hit share on a random picture and see that there is 2 "Mom" options, one being "Mom,Dad,Nerd". @@ You: God dammit. @@ @@ Dad: Zach's going to love that. @@ //I should probably try to act like thats a big deal. // @@ You: What the hell am I supposed to say. @@ @@ Dad: Don't worry, I got your back. @@ He pulls over into a gas station, and starts texting. Dad: boobies :) 1 of the earths greatest gifts. thanks cutie Mom: guessing that was an accident, right Kaley? You: Yes!! A few more seconds go by before the inevitable happens. Brother: :O nice tits sis @@ You: Oh God. @@ @@ Dad: Just forget it. Go fill the tank up will yah. @@ @@ You: Why the hell do I have to do it. You do it. @@ You felt like a brat for a second while saying that but it also felt fun to tease him. You stick you tongue out at him in response to the half smirk, half serious face he tries to give you. @@ Dad: Just for that, you can do it naked. @@ You wipe the smile off your face and try to read his. @@ You: You're joking. @@ @@ Dad: Nope. Do it. @@ @@ You: You want all these people to see your only daughter completly nude? @@ He looks around and smiles. @@ Dad: Yes, all these people. @@ He says as he gestures to the empty lot and the highway with no cars in sight. @@ You: Fine. But if some crazed trucker steals me and makes me into a road sex slave, it will be your fault. @@ His face turns sour for a second then slowly turns into another smile. @@ You: ARE YOU IMAGINING THAT? @@ @@ Dad: Yup. Now hop to it sex slave. @@ <<linkreplace "Get naked">> As you start removing pieces of clothing. he gets out of the car and walks off into the gas station. @@ You: You're not even going to keep a lookout for me? @@ @@ Dad: Nope. @@ He disapears inside the tinted windows of the station. //Great. I can't even see if there is anyone inside looking at me. // //Fuck it. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/gas.webm"></video></center> Nobody else shows up at the station and the strategic position of the car door makes you feel safe that no one from the highway could see you. You get dressed and get back into the car with a sense of pride at how easy that was. A minute later your Dad returns with a grin as he gets back into the drivers seat. @@ Dad: Good job Cutie, you got us some free donuts. @@ You feel your face start to flush as he hands them to you. @@ You: How? @@ @@ Dad: The is a big screen on the wall by the registers, showing the pumps. I guess so they will get the plates for people that drive off without paying. @@ @@ You: Oh god. @@ @@ Dad: Yup. And lucky for you it was training day. Apparently there is usually only one guy here. But today he was training 2 young guys as well. @@ @@ You: Fucking hell. @@ @@ Dad: And there was another one in there, waiting for someone to come pick him up. He seemed really excited. @@ You groan as he keeps going. @@ Dad: Then there was the Nun in the corner with her sunday school students, getting some slurpees. @@ The last sentence pulls your out of your near embaressment coma. @@ You: Nun? Sunday school? It's not sunday. @@ He bursts into laughter again and pokes you in the side. @@ You: Oh c'mon Dad. How many people saw me. @@ @@ Dad: Just the old guy behind the counter. And only through the window. I'm pretty sure you made his year though with the way his face lit up when I pointed you out.@@ @@ You: You really had to make sure he saw me? @@ @@ Dad: Well yea, I couldn't let him miss the show. @@ @@ You: UGH. @@ You grab a donut out of frustration and bite into it. @@ You: EW. This thing tastes like its a month old. @@ @@ Dad: Probably is. @@ @@ You: Now I don't even get donuts for showing a old dude my tits and ass? @@ You try to make a pouty face but the sentence makes you laugh a bit at the same time. @@ Dad: Yea yea yea, we will stop for some coffee and donuts in the next town. We are actually making good time. @@ @@ You: Good. And I'm not taking any clothes off this time. @@ @@ Dad: We will see about that. @@ <a data-passage="17 3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

The rest of the trip goes by without issues, and you arrive on time for the "meeting" that you know nothing about. The parking lot is attached to 3 buildings. One is a Diner that has no one inside it, which kinda makes sense with it being 2 PM. The second building seems to be some kind of small warehouse, with 2 bay doors and no windows. The third building is the biggest of the three and the best kept one. It's a two story, very old looking bar with lit up sign on top that reads "The Titan Lounge". Except the "an" in Titan is unlit. @@ You: The tit lounge? @@ He chuckles and starts walking to the bar. @@ You: That's on purpose isn't it? @@ @@ Dad: YUP. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ He opens the door confidently and walks straight in like he knows exactly where he's going. <center><img src= "img/sc.png" /></center> @@ You: Of course its a strip club. @@ A female voice calls out from behind the bar on the opposite end of the room. @@ Unknown Female: Sorry folks, not open yet. @@ She walks out from behind the bar towards you and gets within 10 feet before she looks at your Fathers face and stops. @@ Unknown Female: Sorry Sir, I didn't know it was you.@@ //Sir? // You take a better look at her now that she is standing in the open. She has long blonde hair, a pretty face, in a friendly teacher kind of way, and a slim figure with basically no curves at all. //Guessing she isn't a stripper. // @@ Dad: It's ok Debby. @@ @@ Debby: Andre's in the office already Sir. @@ @@ Dad: Thanks. Could you show my daughter around the place while I talk with him. @@ Her eyes light up as he says Daughter. @@ Debby: Of course. Come with me ... @@ She pauses waiting for you to tell her your name. @@ You: Kaley. @@ Before you know it, your left alone with a woman you never met before in a building you don't know. @@ You: Uh. So? @@ @@ Debby: So your Matt's Daughter huh? @@ She speaks with a slight accent that you can't place. @@ You: Yea, and to be honest I don't know why we are here. @@ @@ Debby: Oh, well Matt comes up to check on the place at least once a month. Usually while it's open though. @@ //To check on the place? // @@ You: And what exactly is his title here? @@ @@ Debby: Title? @@ @@ You: Yea, like is he a partner, investor, or maybe an accountant? @@ She smiles broadly. @@ Debby: He's the owner. @@ @@ You: Of course he is. @@ She giggles to herself and starts to walk off intending to do the tour. <<linkreplace "Follow her">> Aside from the main area, that has 2 stages, a full DJ booth and a huge bar. The rest of the place is very boring. There is a fairly big walk in cooler for the alcohol, and a decent sized makeup/ changing room, that is currently empty. And a huge bathroom that is meant for all people to use equally. @@ You: That's progressive. @@ @@ Debby: It was Matt's idea. Said it would be easier to clean and maintain. And "they are going to see everything anyway" was his exact words.@@ @@ You: I guess that makes sense. @@ @@ Debby: Not for me it doesn't. That's why there is another private bathroom in the back that I made him put in as well. @@ She walks over to the side of the bar where there is another door with a coin slot on the handle. @@ You: What's this for? @@ You gesture towards the handle. @@ Debby: Not sure Matt would want his Daughter to see that part of the business. How old are you again? @@ @@ You: 18. @@ @@ Debby: Old enough to make your own decisions then I guess. @@ She goes behind the counter and opens the register. Inside you can make out the normal cash and coins, but to the side there is a neatly arranged row of silver coins. She takes one from the row and hands it to you. @@ Debby: 50 bucks per coin, and it only opens the door once, obviously. @@ The coin slips into the slot with a loud thunk as it hits the bottom of the mechanism somewhere on the inside out of sight. <center><img src= "img/scgh.png" /></center> //I knew it. // @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Debby: What? Did you expect that? @@ @@ You: With near 100% confidence. I know my Dad. @@ @@ Debby: Kinky. @@ @@ You: Wait no. @@ You face starts to feel flush. @@ You: Not like that. @@ @@ Debby: No judgement from me, I've had my fair share of... never mind. @@ //Wow. // You step a foot inside the door a take a peek inside the closest cabin. It's clean, but still very gross looking somehow. @@ You: Ew. @@ @@ Debby: Well they do stick there dick in from that side. @@ @@ You: Where do the girls go then? @@ @@ Debby: You mean the ones doing the... @@ She does a stroking motion with her hand. @@ You: Yes. @@ A giggle comes out as the mood becomes lighter. @@ Debby: It's attached to the changing room, you want to see it? @@ @@ You: Maybe later. @@ Her eyebrows raise at the thought and you realise what that would mean. @@ You: Not like that. Oh god. @@ @@ Debby: Don't worry about it, I've gone in there a couple times myself. The first time was just curiosity, but then I realised it can be a very easy way to earn some quick cash. 50 dollars per coin, but the girl gets 40 of it. @@ @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Debby: No one would ever say your Dad's not good to his employees. @@ The main door opens on the other side of the room and a beautiful red headed woman walks in. @@ Unknown Woman: Hey Debby. This a new hire? @@ @@ Debby: No, this is the boss's Daughter. @@ She stops in her tracks. @@ Unknown Woman: Andre has a daughter? And she's white? @@ They both laugh while looking at you. @@ Debby: The boss, boss. @@ @@ Unknown Woman: OH. So I guess she's our boss too then huh?@@ //That's a joke right? // @@ Debby: Technically, yea I guess it does. @@ @@ You: I don't understand. @@ @@ Debby: All the legal documents for this place say its owned by "The Titan Family". @@ @@ You: That's not our last name though. @@ @@ Debby: I think its just a name for the company. Your family owns the Diner and the warehouse next door too. @@ @@ You: Really? What about my Mom, have you met her too? @@ @@ Debby: Only a few times. She's the one that designed the place, including that room. @@ @@ You: NO WAY. Mom did that? Not Dad? @@ They both giggle at your outburst. @@ Debby: Yup, even served the first customer from it. @@ She glances at the other lady and smirks. @@ You: Oh, your messing with me. @@ @@ Debby: Just the last bit. The first customer was Matt. And they said they didn't do anything but we could tell. @@ @@ Dad: Could tell what? @@ His voice rings out from across the room at the top of the stairs mostly hidden away by a curtain. @@ Debby: Nothing. @@ They giggle to eachother again as he walks up by himself to stand next to them. @@ Dad: You two better not be providing a bad influence for my Daughter. @@ @@ Debby: With what she said about the glory room... I think you handled the bad influence enough yourself. @@ @@ Dad: Ah. And you Toni, I'm glad your back. @@ @@ Toni: Thank you. We were just talking about how she is our boss now too. @@ His face goes a little crooked and then smirks. @@ Dad: Technially speaking, yes. But she isn't really in charge. @@ @@ Debby: Oh hush you. This little lady is just as important as you are according to the legal papers. @@ @@ Dad: Right. @@ Andre walks down from the stairs now as well and motions to your Father. @@ Dad: Ready to go? @@ He just nods. @@ Dad: We have to go check on a few other places Cutie. @@ @@ You: I'm staying here? @@ @@ Dad: Yea, you run the place now remember? @@ He walks out laughing with Andre. <a data-passage="17 4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

You and your new employees, as they like to say, go over to the diner and eat. Where they introduce you as the owner of the place. At first the teenager behind the counter laughs but then quickly realizes they are being serious. Around 6 pm hits and your back inside the club standing behind the bar with Debby, with yet no sign of your Father or Andre. <center><img src= "img/sc.png" /></center> @@ Debby: Well, I guess you really are in charge. @@ She walks off towards the entrance. @@ Debby: Time to open. @@ @@ You: What does that mean? @@ Hearing movement behind you, you turn and see 7 other female employee's all walk out of the backroom at the same time, Toni included. @@ Toni: It means you are quite literally the one in charge for now. So get your bossy face on and be ready to handle boss stuff.@@ The all laugh to eachother as they go about getting ready to serve people. Feeling the nervousness well up inside, you decide to text you Dad and see why it's taking him so long. You: where the hell are you? 30 seconds go by before a picture arrives as a response. <center><img src= "img/sc1.png" /></center> You: DAD! Whose butt is that? Dad: oh shit Dad: sorry cutie, I thought you were your mother, with the way you were talking to me Another 30 seconds go by. You: Again... whose butt is that? Dad: Right. She is interviewing for a job at our other club thats going to open soon. And I'll be back in a few more hours. You: Other Club? And hours? What the hell am I supposed to do. They keep joking about me being the boss. Dad: Technically you are, don't let that mess with you though. If you don't feel like doing something just tell Debby or TJ to do it. Before you can respond he sends another message. Dad: Talk more when I pick you up. You: kk //Who the hell is TJ. // At this point Debby is back behind the bar and a couple random patrons have already taken up seats along the stage. @@ You: Whose TJ? @@ Debby turns around and smiles, and you notice her shirt is now nearly completly open. @@ Debby: The DJ. He's also one of the security guys.@@ @@ You: One of? @@ @@ Debby: See? @@ She points to the front and you now notice a 2 big guys just inside the door, that look like they could lift the whole bar if they tried. @@ You: Ok then... wait. The DJ's name is TJ? Really? @@ She just laughs and nods. <<linkreplace "One hour later">> Everything has gone perfectly smoothly so far, including 3 dancers going about routines on the stage. Only 1 person has gone into the glory room so far and he came out looking very satisfied after only 2 minutes. Debby is serving a few olders guys on the other end of the bar when a younger man walks up to you and tries to get your attention. So far you have succesfully served two people at the bar, but they both had tabs and only wanted a beer so it was easy. @@ You: Uh hi. What can I get for you? @@ You say while side eyeing Debby across the bar who hasn't noticed you. @@ Man: A token. Here. @@ He holds up his card and you easily tap the token button on the handheld device, you got a crash course on handling earlier. He taps the card on the end, you hand him a token and he walks away towards the door. //That was so easy. I could do this job in my sleep. // A smile of confidence appears on your face as debby walks over and asks you a question. @@ Debby: Everything good? @@ @@ You: Perfect! @@ She smiles and goes off to handle another customer at the bar. 5 minutes later you are watching the dancer on the stage, when the man walks back out from the door and straight back to you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/sc1.webm"></video></center> @@ Man: HEY! @@ His raised voice startles you out of your booby gaze. You turn to talk to him and he doesn't give you a chance to respond. @@ Man: I been waiting for 10 minutes now to get mah dick sucked. @@ @@ You: Uh. @@ He looks kinda mad but also like he's is trying to come up with some kind of plan at the same time. Just as you are about to respond Debby walks up and puts her hand on your back? @@ Debby: What's the problem Sweetie. @@ You can't tell if she means you or the man but he decides to respond anyway. @@ Man: 15 minutes now I had my dick in the first hole and aint no one sucked it. @@ @@ Debby: Apologies Sir. take this and head back in there. There won't be anymore delays. @@ He snatches the coin out of her hand and heads back to the door. Debby walks over to middle of the bar near the register, and points under the bar to a button on the pillar. @@ Debby: You press this button when someone goes into the glory room. So the girls know they are in there. @@ @@ You: Oh, I didn't know, sorry. @@ @@ Debby: Don't worry about it, partly my fault. Unfortunetly though one of us is going to have to handle it, cause it takes the girls a few minutes to get in there. @@ @@ You: Your joking right? @@ @@ Debby: Well, we could just let him wait again, but he might get pissed and cause a scene. So either me or you have to go handle it. @@ [[Let Debby go]] [[Go yourself]] <</linkreplace>>

@@ You: Uh, you can do it. @@ @@ Debby: Alright, your in charge of the bar then. @@ //Shit. // She walks off smirking towards the backroom, where the glory room connects. @@ Man: Gimme a whiskey, hot stuff. @@ //Hot stuff? // A greasy looking man in his 50's stands at the bar smiling at your while staring straight at your chest. You smile at him and turn around to the 50 plus bottles on the back of the bar. //Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey. // You find a bottle that says Whiskey on the front, but the bottle looks like it might cost 100 dollars with nothing even inside it. @@ Man: Not that one. @@ @@ You: Sorry. @@ You go back to searching and find another expensive bottle that says Whiskey. @@ Man: Nope. Not that one either. @@ @@ You: Can you just tell me which one is the right whiskey then? @@ @@ Man: I'm just enoying the view. @@ You turn and see he is staring at your ass as you search the wall of bottles. He see's you notice him and he smiles a creepy smile. @@ Man: Sure, that one. Down there. @@ Sure enough he points to the bottom of the bar where a normal looking bottle with "Whiskey" on the front sits. You bend over and grab it, making sure your butt sticks out straight towards him to tease the old man in a look but don't touch way. As you start pouring his whiskey in a glass he starts being creepy again. @@ Man: How much for a view? @@ @@ You: A view of what? @@ @@ Man: C'mon now, you know where your working. @@ @@ You: 20 bucks. @@ @@ Man: That's one expensive view. @@ He pulls out his wallet and pays for the drink with cash, then takes another look at your ass as you turn to put the bottle back. @@ Man: Fine, 20 bucks. It looks too perfect to not get a glimpse of it. @@ //Really? // You stop at the edge and look around to find watchers as you notice him put the $20 bill on the bar. <<linkreplace "Show him">> <center><img src= "img/barass.png" /></center> You only lift your skirt up for a second, but you watch his face light up like a kid on Christmas as you do. @@ Man: WOW! @@ @@ You: Yea yea, ok. Don't tell anyone I did that or I'll have you kicked out. Got it? @@ @@ Man: It's the best in this place, by a long shot. No way I can keep it to myself. @@ @@ You: Well too bad. @@ @@ Man: Once more and I'll keep it a secret. @@ @@ You: You'll keep it a secret anyway or I'll have security remove you. @@ @@ Man: I come here every week. They know me here, your just the new bartender. So once more and we are good. @@ You think to escalate things with a signal to one of the bouncers that's been watching the conversation for the last minute, but you actually are kinda enjoying the attention. @@ You: How about a picture on my phone? @@ @@ Man: Oh, that sounds perfect. @@ You flick through the pictures you have saved for a minute trying to find the right one, when Toni walks up to the bar. @@ Toni: Hey Jerry, have a nice chat with the boss here?@@ @@ Jerry: Boss? @@ @@ Toni: Yea, Kaley here is part owner of the place. So treat her well.@@ She walks away again after grabbing two beers from the shelf. @@ Jerry: Uh, sorry little Ma'am, please don't be angry. I really like this place. @@ @@ You: It's fine Jerry, just don't tell anyone ok. @@ @@ Jerry: Of course. @@ He turns to walk away. @@ You: This what you wanted to see right? @@ He flicks back around and his eyes go wide as he stares at your phone. <center><img src= "img/barass2.png" /></center> After a second you put the phone back in your purse and watch him walk away with a big grin on his face. Another minute goes by and Debby returns to your side at the bar with a weird look on her face. @@ You: Something wrong? @@ @@ Debby: Just a bad taste in my mouth. @@ @@ You: Oh... OH, ew. @@ She giggles and walks away to serve a patron. <a data-passage="17 5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

@@ You: I'll go. @@ Her face instantly turns to shock. @@ Debby: I was kidding. I can't let you do that. @@ @@ You: It's fine. It was my screw up to begin with, so I'll fix it. @@ @@ Debby: Yea but your the boss, you can just tell someone else to do it. @@ @@ You: No time, I got it. @@ You start walking away with purpose, but only get 5 feet before you realise you don't know where to go. You stop and walk back to Debby. @@ Debby: Changed your mind? @@ @@ You: No. I just don't know where I'm going. @@ She chuckles and points towards the door under the stairs. @@ Debby: That leads to the back like I showed you earlier. Then its the door on the right inside the girls room. @@ @@ You: K. @@ You again walk away with purpose to your destination. <<linkreplace "Inside the room">> When you step inside the room you see 4 stalls with a stool in each one, with a bathroom stall style door on each one. Just inside the main door there is a sink with a basket full of condoms next to it. //Whoa. // The 3rd stall is obviously the one where you need to be, indicated by the light on above it. //You can do this. It's just a dick. A dick that's attatched to some rude asshole. Maybe I could bite it.// The thought of biting sticks in your head as you open the door and see your objective. <center><img src= "img/gh6.png" /></center> //At least it's not big. // As you kneel in front of the dick, the guy notices you. @@ Man: Finally. This place has gone down hill badly this past year. Maybe I should just buy it myself, then I could get some quick service. @@ You decide not to respond. And silence takes over as you contemplate taking action. @@ Man: So what's your name anyway? @@ Again you decide not to talk, and to just get it over with. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/gh1.webm"></video></center> @@ Man: Whoa, right to it huh? @@ After only 30 seconds you can feel his dick start to tense every couple seconds, and you know this could be over quickly. @@ Man: Oh my god. Slow down baby, no need to go hard like that. @@ //Fuck that, I want this over with. // You start to go again with more conviction than before, but just as you feel you might be coming to the end he pulls his dick back. //FUCK! // @@ Man: Damn girl, you got somewhere else to be? @@ You really don't want this jackass to know it's you at this point so you stay silent again. @@ Man: Here, slow down with my balls. @@ <center><img src= "img/gh7.png" /></center> //Gross. // You kneel there for a second, just staring at the sight in front of you. @@ Man: Well? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/gh2.webm"></video></center> //YUCK. Ball sweat is not on my list of good tastes. // You face is still twisted when he shoves his dick back through the hole. @@ Man: Now let's go slow this time. Let's savour it. @@ //No way in hell am I going to savour this. // <<linkreplace "Go hard">> This time you grab hold slightly tighter a try to suck as hard as you can. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/gh3.webm"></video></center> After only 20 seconds he shoots the saddest excuse for a cumshot straight into your mouth. @@ Man: That was amazing. @@ @@ You: Really? Cause what you managed to release was barely enough to taste. That was just lame. And your dick is small. @@ @@ Man: WHAT. @@ You realise what you said to late, but can't help but laugh as you quickly run back out to the bar. <<linkreplace "At the bar">> You find Debby enjoying the show on the main stage and give her a panicked look. @@ Debby: What's wrong? @@ @@ You: I may have pissed off that guy even more.@@ @@ Debby: You didn't bite him did you? @@ @@ You: No. I thought about it though. @@ @@ Debby: Well what then? @@ @@ You: I just had some choice words about his whimpy load and his tiny dick. @@ @@ Debby: Who's dicks have you been sucking to think his is small? @@ She stops and stares at you for a few seconds trying to read you. @@ Debby: Just act natural. Like you were here the whole time. @@ A minute later the guy storms over and slams his hand on the bar. The music and general conversation around mask the sound almost entirely and he looks kinda defeated already that no one is paying attention to him. @@ Man: Who was the girl? @@ He says loud enough for everyone at the bar to hear. At this point one of the security guys has already taken a stance behind him, without him even knowing and glances at you, as if asking for permission to kick him out. You give him a slight shrug as to wait to see what happens. @@ Man: WELL? @@ Debby steps forward and puts her hand on his. @@ Debby: You walk in, the light goes on, one of the girls see's it. That's it. @@ @@ Man: Fuck is that supposed to mean. @@ @@ Debby: It means I don't know who the girl was. No one does except her. @@ @@ Man: Well I want a fucking refund then. @@ The security guy steps a little closer, but Debby puts her hand up to stop him. The angry guy is to stupid and angry at this point to realise she isn't motioning to him. @@ Debby: No refunds. @@ The guy grabs her wrist for only a split second before he is lifted into bear hug from behind. @@ Man: WHAT THE FUCK. PUT Me down... @@ His voice starts to be more gentle as the amount of air in his lungs decreases and he is carried to the main entrance. The last thing you hear from him is something about "buying this shit hole". @@ Debby: He will never learn. @@ @@ You: He's been here before? @@ @@ Debby: Lot's. And he'll be back too. Unless you want to add him to the ban list. @@ @@ You: Nah. I don't know if I'll ever even see him again. So I'll let someone else have that honour if he earns it. @@ <a data-passage="17 5" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

DING You: Brother: // // @@ You: @@ @@ Brother: @@ @@ Mom: @@ @@ Dad: @@ @@ Uncle: @@ <center><img src= "img/.png" /></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos//.webm"></video></center> <<linkreplace " ">> <</linkreplace>> <a data-passage="" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> @@ Toni: @@ @@ Debby: @@ @@ Man: @@ <center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> @@ Toni: @@ @@ Debby: @@ @@ Man: @@ You: Brother: // // @@ You: @@ @@ Brother: @@ @@ Mom: @@ @@ Dad: @@ @@ Uncle: @@ <center><img src= "img/.png" /></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos//.webm"></video></center> <<linkreplace " ">> <</linkreplace>> <a data-passage="" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Bedroom <center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Brother <center><img src= "img/P Bedroom.jpg" /></center> Parents <center><img src= "img/Hallway.jpg" /></center> Hallway <center><img src= "img/Bathroom.jpg" /></center> Bathroom <center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> Kitchen <center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> Living Room <center><img src= "img/basement.jpg" /></center> Basement <center><img src= "img/backyard.jpg" /></center> Backyard <center><img src= "img/lr.jpg" /></center> Laundry Room <center><img src= "img/gym.jpg" /></center>

<center><img src= "img/sc.png" /></center> The rest of the night is about as normal as it can be, inside a strip club that you are now the "boss" of. You spend some time wandering around, watching the stage, then watching the guys trying to get handsy with the girls. Some of them will slap their hands away, and some will let it happen, to a point. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/sc2.webm"></video></center> At this point some of the wait staff are completely naked while serving. Debby points out that the get more tips like that. //Of course. // Eventually you see Andre walk back into the club, he doesn't say a word to anyone and just walks to be back stairs. Waiting a few minutes for your Father to show as well but he doesn't. Then you recieve a text. Dad: At the diner if you want to join me. You notice the time on your phone read 2:33 AM. You wave bye to Debby and Toni and walk out side into the cold night. <<linkreplace "Inside the diner ">> He's sat at the main bar like table having a conversation with a older lady that you didn't see earlier. @@ Dad: She was in here earlier. @@ He notices you walking up to him. @@ Dad: Here she is. My beautiful daughter Kaley. @@ You can't stop your face from blushing, even though he has called you beautiful your whole life. As you smile at the woman you see her nametag say's "Manager - Jackie". @@ Jackie: The new boss. Nice to meet you.@@ @@ You: I'm the new boss here too? @@ You can't help but laugh as you say it. @@ Dad: Well, your Mother didn't really want anything to do with running anything. She liked decorating them, and hiring people. But as soon as she needed to do any book keeping, she was gone. @@ @@ You: Sounds like Mom. But what is it you actually want me to do? @@ Hearing the conversation get serious, Jackie decides to go check the kitchen. @@ Dad: Well. Just help really. I hired Andre and Jackie here to actually manage these places, but I want you to be the real boss here. While I handle the new spot. @@ @@ You: Why me? @@ @@ Dad: You know why. Your brother is 15 at heart. @@ @@ You: He's 15 everything. Except his actual age. @@ //And his dick. // @@ You: And Mom's lazy. @@ He laughs. @@ Dad: Exactly. Just don't say it like that to her. @@ @@ You: So what do I do then? @@ @@ Dad: How about we worry about that later. @@ @@ You: OK dad. @@ @@ Dad: Good. How about we head to the hotel then. @@ //OH RIGHT. A hotel with Dad! // You try your hardest to mask your excitement. @@ You: Sure. @@ <a data-passage="17 6" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/hr.jpg" /></center> @@ You: This is nice. @@ @@ Dad: Uh huh. @@ He instantly kicks his shoes off and lays down on the left bed. @@ You: Why does it look so familiar though? @@ @@ Dad: Same chain of hotel that we stayed in at the beach resort. @@ @@ You: Oh. It looks exactly the same. @@ You catch a whiff of the smell coming off your clothes. @@ You: Gross. I smell like alcohol and smoke. @@ @@ Dad: Might want to get used to that. But there is a shower here somewhere. @@ @@ You: Good idea. @@ <center><img src= "img/hr b.png" /></center> @@ You: The bathroom is nicer than the rest of the room. @@ You smirk as you say out loud and start undressing with the door fully open. But you get no response from your father. Just as you are about to get in the shower, your phone chimes with a text alert. //Who would that be at almost 3 am. // Brother: u and dad not coming home tonight? You: no. why are you still awake? Brother: wdym? its only 2 //2?// You stop and think for a second before realising something. //Timezones. Of course. // You: it's 3 here. we are at a hotel, coming home tomorrow Brother: boring. so what you wearing? //Of course. // <<linkreplace "Tease him ">> <center><img src= "img/h1.png" /></center> Brother: HOT. wheres dad while your taking nudes? //Perfect. // You: He's laid down. Think I tired him out. There is no response for a minute so you decide to shower while waiting. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/hs.webm"></video></center> With the door wide open and the shower door not closed, you give every opputunity for something to happen, yet all you hear for the 10 minute shower, is your phone text sound. //What the hell. // You step out and pick up the phone again. Brother: fuck does that mean? You: nothing. You step out into the main room where both beds are, fully naked, and see what you kinda assumed you would at this point. A snoring old man, fast asleep, in all his clothes. @@ You: Dad? @@ No response. A text notification comes from the bathroom where you left your phone. @@ You: DAD? @@ He mumbles something and turns over to face away from you. @@ You: Seriously? Ugh. @@ Back in the bathroom you pick your phone back up. Brother: Did you fuck dad first? //Well, I was probably about to do just that, but he doesn't need to know. // You: First? You think I'm going to let either of you do that? Brother: Well yea. You: No. No one is getting inside this, unless they earn it. <center><img src= "img/h2.png" /></center> You: GN little bro. I'm going to go sleep naked with Daddy! You put your phone down on the night stand and lay down next to your father, who is still snoring. You hear your phone go off a couple more times but you ignore it and try to fall asleep. <<linkreplace "Next morning ">> You get startled awake by a sound nearby. And wake to see your Father making coffee in the small kitchen. @@ You: What time is it? @@ @@ Dad: 8:30. @@ @@ You: Ugh. @@ @@ Dad: Nice pajamas, by the way. @@ You stand up at the edge of the bed a pose. <center><img src= "img/h3.png" /></center> @@ You: Thanks. Is it causing any reactions? One's that maybe your cute naked daughter could fix for you?@@ He stops and stares for a full 30 seconds before he turns around and continues making coffee. @@ Dad: No time Cutie, Sorry. Got another appointment in 15 minutes. @@ @@ You: This trip sucks. @@ You throw a pillow at him and start getting dressed. @@ Dad: It won't soon enough. @@ @@ You: I doubt it. @@ <<linkreplace "20 minutes later ">> You pull up to a lot, sipping on your coffee and pouting. @@ Dad: I'll only be a few minutes. @@ @@ You: Whatever. @@ Time seems to go by really slowly while you wait. You mess with your phone for a bit. Checking your sub count on ThiccThot, which is now over 1k. And says your are the 4th most subscribed creator on the site. @@ You: Big deal. @@ You check the texts your recieved from your brother last night finally. They are filled with panic, and pleading for him to be first. But even that doesn't up lift you from your thoughts. As your staring blankly across the busy street where your parked you hear a knock on the window and turn to see your Dad standing with another man in a suit. He motions for you to get out. @@ You: Yea? @@ You step out and walk around to stand next to him. @@ Man: Your the lucky lady then? @@ You smile lightly towards him to try to be polite. @@ You: I guess? @@ Your dad grabs you by the hand and walks over to the side of the building. <center><img src= "img/car.png" /></center> @@ Dad: Here's your signing bonus Cutie, for agreeing to help me with the club and diner. @@ Instantly you feel your emotions start doing flips. @@ You: REALLY? It's mine? @@ @@ Dad: Yup. 100%. @@ After a couple laps around the car, checking ever small detail, the man decides to chime in. @@ Man: Here you go. @@ He hands you the keys with a smile. @@ Dad: It's a little older so I had to get them to install a spot for your phone so you can navigate with. @@ @@ You: Thanks Dad. It's amazing. @@ You walk up, hug him and kiss him square on the lips. @@ Man: Oh. @@ The man looks away, but you continue anyway. @@ Dad: Well I have a couple more things to sign, but it's all set and ready to go. With a full tank of gas, ready for the trip home. Which your going to have to do by yourself obviously. @@ @@ You: So worth it. Thanks Daddy! @@ You walk over and open the door to your brand new car for the first time. As you step inside you hear the man say something about "thought she was your daughter", as they walk off back into the building. Just before he walks in through the door your Father stops and yells out to you. @@ Dad: You can leave when ever you want Kaley. Don't wait for me. I have a few more things to get done in the city, so I'll be home later tonight. @@ You just give him a thumbs up and go back to admiring your new car. <a data-passage="18" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

One long, boring drive later <center><img src= "img/house.png" /></center> After parking in the driveway, you can't help but have a huge smile on your face as you walk into the house. Instantly your greeted by your Mother and Brother, who were sitting on couch in the Living room strangely close to eachother. She jumps to her feet as she notices you. @@ Mom: There she is, my good child. @@ @@ You: Hi Mom. What did the bad child do now? @@ @@ Brother: Nothing. Where's Dad? @@ @@ You: He had more things to do in the city, said he will be home tonight. @@ @@ Mom: Ok... well? @@ Zach's brain seems to do it's typical thing, as he doesn't even think to wonder how you got home. Instead he just starts to walk off towards the kitchen. Your Mother clearly knew already, because she keeps looking towards the door, waiting for you to show her the car. @@ You: Sometimes I wonder how he graduated highschool. @@ @@ Mom: Oh, don't been mean to your Brother. @@ @@ Brother: Yea, what the hell did I do? @@ He stops and turns to look in your direction, as confused as ever. @@ You: So If I'm here. And Dad's still in the city. @@ The looks on his face turns almost cartoonish, as he tries to understand your meaning. @@ Mom: Zachy. @@ @@ Brother: Im not an idiot. @@ He stops and starts thinking hard again while you both giggle at him. @@ Mom: So anyway. What color is it? @@ @@ You: I figured you would know. It's pink. @@ @@ Mom: CUTE! Let's see it. @@ She starts walking to the door after grabbing Zach's hand. <<linkreplace "Follow">> @@ Brother: What the hell is this? @@ @@ Mom: This would be your Sister's car. @@ You can't help but stick your tongue out at him. @@ Brother: Why does she get a car? @@ @@ Mom: Because she is helping with the family business. @@ @@ Brother: What business? @@ @@ Mom: Right. Uh... @@ @@ You: Mom and Dad own a strip club! @@ The expression on his face switches instantly, from jealousy to intrigue. @@ You: And a diner. @@ @@ Mom: Techincally it's 2 clubs now. @@ @@ You: Oh yea. @@ @@ Brother: TWO! When do I get to go to them? @@ @@ Mom: Well, I guess there really isn't any reason why you can't anymore so... whenever you can make your way to Asheville.@@ @@ Brother: Asheville? That's so far away.@@ At this point she is inspecting the car all over, just like you had done earlier in the day. @@ Mom: Well lucky for you, your sister is the owner of her own car now. @@ @@ You: Mom. I'm not bringing this dweeb all the way to Asheville just so he can see some boobs. @@ @@ Brother: What? Why not? @@ @@ Mom: Looks like you will have to get on your sister's good side Zach. @@ She winks at you. //He kinda already is. I just don't want to make that drive again, yet. // @@ You: Hear that Zachy. Maybe if your nice to me from now on, I'll think about it. @@ @@ Brother: I can do that. In fact I already have a present for you. Meet me in your room in 5 minutes. @@ He practically runs off into the house. @@ Mom: Well that was easy. Now pass the keys.@@ She smiles mischievously. @@ You: Why? @@ @@ Mom: I need to get a few things for Dinner. @@ @@ You: Fine, here. @@ You toss them to her and she gets in and starts leaving right away. Just as she starts backing down the driveway she puts down the window to say something else. @@ Mom: Be careful with Zach by the way. Hes really been trying to push bondaries the last couple days. @@ She doesn't wait for a response and drives away in your new car. //What did the moron do now? // <a data-passage="18 1" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> As you walk in you see your Brother already sat on your bed, with a box placed next to him. @@ You: What is it? @@ @@ Brother: Open it. @@ <<linkreplace "Do it">> <center><img src= "img/dildos.png" /></center> @@ You: Ew. Where did you get these? @@ @@ Brother: They're all brand new. I just took them out of the packaging. @@ @@ You: Oh. @@ You start moving them around to see the ones underneath. @@ You: Why so many? You know I already own dildos. @@ @@ Brother: I may have been scammed. @@ @@ You: What? How? @@ @@ Brother: Well I was trying to buy a sex doll on SexBay. And I guess I didn't read the description well enough. @@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Brother: Yea, it had the picture of the doll, but the first line of the description was "image unrelated". Then it goes on to describe all the things you can do with the item. @@ @@ You: Classic. @@ He looks defeated as he sighs while watching you move dildos around. Eventually you get to one with a strap attached to it, and take it out. <center><img src= "img/strap.png" /></center> @@ You: Well this is a weird one to give me. @@ @@ Brother: Don't even start to get any ideas. That thing is not going anywhere near me. It was included, and It's completly useless for me, so I just put it in with the rest. @@ @@ You: Sure. @@ You smirk at him and grab the last thing in the box and hold it up. <center><img src= "img/bp.png" /></center> @@ You: Oh, this one must of been for you too. So you can get prepared for the strap on. @@ @@ Brother: You're disgusting. @@ @@ You: You just gave your Sister a box of sex toys. But I'm the disgusting one. @@ @@ Brother: Yes. But anyway, now we can record a video with your new toys. @@ @@ You: Now? @@ //Time to get some info. // @@ You: Ok. @@ A smile appears on his face and he starts taking his phone out of his pocket. @@ You: But only if you tell me what you and Mom did while we were gone. @@ His face turns to a nervous expression. @@ Brother: No clue what you're talking about. @@ @@ You: Mom said "careful with Zach, hes been pushing bondaries". @@ @@ Brother: It has nothing to do with you. @@ <<linkreplace "Encourage him ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/btease1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: So seeing me use one of these toys isn't worth telling me? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/btease2.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Just imagine seeing one of these big, hard toys ramming in and out of your Sisters wet pussy. @@ @@ Brother: Holy fuck. @@ He clearly wants to tell you, but something is stopping him. <<linkreplace "Turn up the heat. ">> @@ You: Well I guess a little test won't hurt. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/btease3.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Mom said I can't tell anyone, ever. @@ //Now I need to know. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/btease4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Guess you will never get to see it. @@ @@ Brother: Kaley! @@ You quickly lay down in the bed and throw the blanket over yourself, then grab another dildo. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/btease5.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: You're cruel. Let me see. @@ @@ You: All you have to do is tell me. @@ He watches the blanket moving with the motion of your hand for a few more seconds. @@ Brother: Fine. She gave me a handjob. @@ The dildo slips out of your pussy and hand at the same time and somehow makes its way to thud on the floor. @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: She was doing Yoga and I... @@ //THE DRONE! // <<linkreplace "Check for recordings">> Like a flash you jump up and run to your computer, and find the newest file in the drone folder. @@ Brother: Wait! Before you play it. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: Well there is a reason why I was acting like that. @@ @@ You: Whats that supposed to mean? @@ @@ Brother: She was teasing me bad. All day yesterday and today. And I kinda got a little pushy. @@ He stops and tries to gauge the look on your face, and after a second he clearly doesn't like what he's seeing. @@ Brother: I have proof. Look. @@ He picks up his phone again and starts scrolling through videos. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bphone4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: That's me dumbass. Another one that you recorded without my permission by the way. @@ He swipes to the next thing in his gallery. <center><img src= "img/bphone1.png" /></center> @@ You: Really? @@ He smirks and just swipes again. <center><img src= "img/bphone2.png" /></center> He instantly swipes again. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bphone5.webm"></video></center> He tries to swipe quickly again but you grab the phone. @@ You: Who's this? @@ @@ Brother: Has to be you. I don't record random girls anymore since my sister got mad at me. @@ He tries to smile confidently, but it just makes him seem like he's lying even more. @@ You: Uh huh. What's next pervert. @@ You swipe next this time. <center><img src= "img/bphone3.png" /></center> @@ You: At least it's me again. @@ <<linkreplace "Next">> <center><img src= "img/bphone4.png" /></center> @@ Brother: There, see? @@ @@ You: She's sunbathing. @@ @@ Brother: Yea, but in a thong. @@ @@ You: It's a bikini. @@ @@ Brother: Whatever. Look. @@ He grabs the phone and swipes again. <center><img src= "img/bphone5.png" /></center> @@ Brother: SEE? @@ @@ You: What the hell is this? @@ @@ Brother: She was brushing her teeth this morning like this. @@ @@ You: In her own bathroom. That you have to go through her bedroom to get to. Was both doors open? @@ @@ Brother: No. Anyway, look at this one. @@ <center><img src= "img/bphone6.png" /></center> @@ You: Ok well that one actually looks like she is messing with you. @@ @@ Brother: Now you're getting it. But thats just the only good picture I got. She was doing it the whole time. @@ @@ You: Sure buddy. @@ @@ Brother: Whatever. Just play the drone video. @@ <<linkreplace "Play">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bphone6.webm"></video></center> @@ You: There is something really wrong with you. @@ @@ Brother: Well that looks bad because you can't see the build up. She was shaking her ass and kept rubbing it against me as she would go by. @@ @@ You: Sure. Then what happened. @@ @@ Brother: I may have taken my dick out and started jerking off. @@ @@ You: In front of Mom? @@ @@ Brother: No, behind her. @@ You click into the next video, which ends up being exactly what he said it was. Concluding with your Mom turning to see him and yelling "ZACHARY", before the drone stops recording again. @@ Brother: Damn thing keeps skipping the talking. @@ @@ You: It's programed to only record sex. So it's doing a good job. @@ Just as your about to click into the next you see his expression turn to one of fear. @@ You: Oh boy. Is it really that bad? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bphone7.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Oh. Cool. @@ @@ You: What's that supposed to mean. How did you get her to give you a handjob? @@ @@ Brother: Don't worry about it. @@ He grins a huge smile as he gets up to leave the room. @@ You: I'll just ask Mom. @@ @@ Brother: Good luck explaining the drone. @@ He closes the door. @@ You: Good luck lasting more than 5 seconds. @@ //Fuck! // <a data-passage="18 2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> A couple hours later after editing and posting some videos online your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to try to get some info from your Mom. You find her in the kitchen cleaning dishes. @@ You: Hi Mom. @@ @@ Mom: Hey Sweetie. Sit down and tell me about the trip. @@ @@ You: Oh, ok. @@ Five minutes later. @@ You: And then he handed me the keys and I drove away. @@ @@ Mom: Huh, seemed like a pretty normal trip then. @@ @@ You: I guess. @@ She seems to be fishing for more, but you don't know what it is she's trying to get. //Good thing I left out the glory hole part. // @@ Mom: So when do you think your going to make another trip? @@ @@ You: On the company chat they were talking about holding a hiring show in a few days. I think I might go for that. @@ @@ Mom: Oh really? Excited to see the hot strippers? @@ @@ You: Maybe. @@ @@ Mom: Well you should think about taking your Brother with you. To get him some release. @@ //Perfect. Now I don't have to bring it up. // You just give her a questioning look and she walks over closer to you so she can speak quietly. @@ Mom: He had the nerve to grab my ass earlier. @@ @@ You: Zach did that? No way. @@ You speak sarcastically and roll your eyes at her. @@ Mom: Well yea, It's Zach I know. But then he started... you know. @@ She does a hand motion down by her crotch. @@ You: Since when are you shy about this stuff? @@ @@ Mom: Oh whatever, he started jerking off, right here in the kitchen. @@ @@ You: Well that's a new level of pervert. @@ @@ Mom: Right? @@ @@ You: Then what happened? @@ She starts walking back to the sink with a different look on her face. @@ Mom: I yelled at him, then he apologized and ran off to his room. @@ @@ You: Really? @@ @@ Mom: Yup. So I need you to take him with you, or help him in some other way. @@ @@ You: Help him? What's that supposed to mean? @@ @@ Mom: Set him up with one of your friends, or help him make a profile on some site. @@ @@ You: Oh. Yea I guess I can do that. @@ She turns and looks at your curiously. @@ Mom: What did you think I meant? @@ @@ You: Uh. Well... @@ You can't seem to get the words out and she notices. @@ Mom: Now who's the shy one. @@ @@ You: Fine. I thought you meant for me to give him a handjob or something. @@ @@ Mom: KALEY! Don't talk about your Brother like that. @@ //Hypocrite. // @@ You: Sorry. @@ @@ Mom: I was thinking more like giving him something to look at while he does it himself. @@ @@ You: You mean like this? @@ <<linkreplace "Give an example. ">> @@ You: Like this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbt1.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Maybe. @@ @@ You: Or do you mean more like this? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbt2.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Either could work, really. @@ Her eyes have yet to leave your body as you walk up next to her. @@ You: Well it seems to be working on Mommy, so it should work on little bro too. @@ Her next movements are a blur, and you find yourself on your knees, in fron of her sat on the counter. She quickly removes her clothes and shoves your face into her pussy. @@ Mom: Mommy's girl knows what to do now. @@ <<linkreplace "Do what she wants">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/m/mbt3.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Oh yes. That's exactly what I needed. @@ Just as she seems to nearly be done, you both hear steps coming down the staircase. @@ Brother: The hell is all the noise. @@ He says as he rounds the corner just in time to see you both standing behind the island counter, with your lips still shiney. @@ Mom: What noise? @@ @@ Brother: I thought I... @@ You see him notice the the mess around your mouth, so you quickly try to wipe it with a tissue. @@ Mom: We didn't hear anything. Right Kaley? @@ @@ You: Yup. Nothing. @@ @@ Brother: Sure. @@ Just as he starts to walk towards the counter, a huge smile appears on his face and he quickly tries to hide it. @@ Brother: OK. I got some stuff to do in Kaley's room... I MEAN MY ROOM. Uh. Bye. @@ He sprints out of the room and up the stairs. @@ Mom: What a weird Kid I raised. @@ @@ You: Right? @@ A couple seconds go by before you realise what he's probably doing. //THE DRONE. // @@ You: FUCK FUCK FUCK. @@ You sprint out of the room and up the stairs just as fast as he did. @@ Mom: Two weird kids. @@ <a data-passage="18 3" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> When you finally get there, after what seems like a mile of running, you find him doing exactly what you expected him to be doing. Luckily he hasnt found the folder yet. @@ Brother: Where is it? @@ //Good. // @@ You: Where's what? @@ @@ Brother: The drone footage obviously. I need to see what you and Mom was doing. @@ @@ You: It wouldn't of recorded us talking about how much of a pervert you are. Dumbass. @@ @@ Brother: Then why did you come running up here? @@ @@ You: Cause you said you were going to my room. And I don't want you messing with my stuff. Like your doing now. @@ You walk over and grab him by the arm and attempt to pull him up from the chair. But he doesn't even move an inch. //What the hell. // @@ You: Move. @@ You try to move him again, but he counters by pulling you onto his lap. @@ You: Hey, since when are you so strong. @@ @@ Brother: I'm not that strong. Your just pretty weak. @@ He pulls off your pants and starts grabbing your ass. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b19 1.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Are you done? @@ @@ Brother: Are you going to show me the video? @@ @@ You: There is no video. @@ @@ Brother: Then I'm not done. @@ He tosses you onto the bed with more force then you thought he had. Then gets behind you with his dick out. @@ You: Careful where you point that thing. @@ @@ Brother: Why? @@ @@ You: Because we are siblings, idiot. @@ @@ Brother: Yea but... @@ @@ You: But nothing. @@ He stops what he was doing and seems the have all the wind knocked out of his sails. @@ You: You can continue what your doing. But I control where your dick goes. Got it? @@ He rips your thong off in one smooth motion. //Oh god. // <<linkreplace "Let him continue">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b19 2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Just once? For a second. @@ @@ You: No, No way. Never happening. @@ @@ Brother: I'll do whatever you want. @@ //Of course he resorts to begging. // @@ You: Nope. @@ @@ Brother: Whenever you want. @@ You just shake your head. @@ Brother: Forever. @@ @@ You: Forever? @@ @@ Brother: YES. @@ @@ You: You will do whatever I want? Whenever I want you to do it? Forever? @@ @@ Brother: Yes. @@ @@ You: No way you will stick to that. @@ @@ Brother: Fine I'll give you three. Three times where I have to do what you say.@@ @@ You: Now that sounds like something you might actually do. But no. @@ @@ Brother: Just for a second. Long enough so I can take a picture. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: My friends don't believe that I'm fucking you. @@ @@ You: Well they are right for not believing it. @@ @@ Brother: But they are calling me a virgin and saying you would never let me. @@ @@ You: Well again they are right. I will never let you. But your not a virgin. @@ @@ Brother: They don't believe me. @@ @@ You: Well that's too bad. @@ @@ Brother: Five times! @@ @@ You: Mmmm. No. @@ @@ Brother: Ten. And we can put it in writing. Here. @@ He gets up and writes out a long, elaborate "contract" stating that he will do whatever you want, to a maximum of tens times. If you let him insert one time and take a picture. Then signs it at the bottom. @@ Brother: There. @@ He slams it down on the bed next to you. @@ You: You're really that desperate? @@ He just nods. //Let's see how he reacts. // <center><img src= "img/b19 1.png" /></center> @@ Brother: Uh, do you mean? @@ You feel the tip of his dick brush against your pussy. <<linkreplace "Push back">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b19 3.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Oh Fuck. @@ @@ Brother: Oh my god. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b19 4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: ZACH! What the hell. @@ @@ Brother: I couldn't help it. @@ @@ You: I swear if you got any of that inside me, I'll kill you. @@ @@ Brother: Wait. I didn't get the picture. @@ @@ You: What the fuck. Why not? @@ @@ Brother: Honestly, I completly forgot about it when I saw my dick touch your pussy. @@ @@ You: Well too bad. That thing isn't going anywhere near down there now. I'm not trying to get pregnant with my Brothers baby. @@ @@ Brother: Aren't you on the pill? @@ @@ You: So? You think that makes it alright? Chump.@@ You smirk as you call him that? @@ Brother: Chump? @@ @@ You: Yea, one pump chump. That's you. Literally. @@ His face starts to turn sour and embarressed at the same time. @@ You: Too bad you couldn't even handle a second in your Sisters pussy. I might of even sucked your dick after. @@ @@ Brother: UGH. No way. @@ @@ You: Now clean off my back chump. @@ @@ Brother: Nope. @@ He gets up and starts to leave, defeated. @@ You: I could just use one of my ten commandments. @@ He stops and waits for you to continue. @@ You: Nah, I got way better things then this. Go on your way chump. @@ He closes the door behind him and you jump up to delete the video off your computer. //Well, maybe I should just move it to a hidden folder. // <a data-passage="18 4" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> //Why did I do that? // //Am I really such a horny degenerate, that I can't even control myself anymore. // <center><img src= "img/b19 2.png" /></center> //It's been 10 minutes and I still can't even put my panties on. // @@ You: Fuck it. I have to finish. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/b19 5.webm"></video></center> After a minute or so you really start getting into and grab the box full of dildo's. @@ You: So many choices now. @@ But at this point your too horny to look through them, so you just grab the one on top. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/b19 6.webm"></video></center> @@ You: OH GOD! @@ After cumming for the 3rd time, while thinking about how your own brothers dick felt deep inside you, you snap out of the trance like state because of a knock on the door. @@ Mom: Dinner's ready Kaley. @@ @@ You: Oh, thanks Mom. I'll be down in a minute. @@ //I need a knew plan. I can't keep going like this without feeling a dick inside me. // <<linkreplace "Clean up and head downstairs.">> <center><img src= "img/Kitchen.jpg" /></center> The first thing you notice when you walk into to sit at the table, is that your opinion of your Mother has changed now that you seen her with her Son's dick in her hand. And she notices you looking at her funny right away. @@ Mom: You ok Sweetie? @@ @@ You: Yea, I just have a personal question. @@ Zach at this point is already half way through his plate of food. @@ Mom: What is it? @@ @@ You: I don't really know If I should talk about it here. @@ You look over at him and see he isn't paying attention even in the slightest. @@ You: Never mind. Mom, I want to get a IUD. @@ @@ Brother: What the fuck Kaley. @@ @@ Mom: Zachary! @@ @@ Brother: Don't yell at me, she's the fucking psycho that wants to get a bomb. @@ @@ You: What? @@ @@ Brother: What do you even want to do with it, huh?@@ You and your Mom both stare at eachother for a second trying to figure out what he's talking about until she gets a look of recognition on her face. @@ Mom: Zach... that's an IED. @@ @@ Brother: What she say? @@ @@ Mom: IUD. @@ @@ Brother: Oh. @@ He just goes back to eating, like nothing ever happened. @@ Mom: And why would you want that? You already have...@@ She does a motion of swallowing a pill while making sure Zach wasn't looking. @@ You: Well. I really, really don't want... @@ You do a motion of a rocking a baby to sleep while also making sure Zach isn't looking. @@ You: Not any time soon at least. @@ @@ Mom: That's fair, I guess. We can go see my cousin and get that figured out. @@ @@ You: Oh right, she's a OBGYN right? I forgot. @@ @@ Brother: Are you trying to cast a spell or something? @@ You both laugh at him. @@ You: No dumbass. It's a... you know what, never mind. @@ He shrugs and goes back to eating. @@ Mom: Lucky for you we have one in the family, or you might have to wait weeks for an appointment. I'll just text her and ask if she can help. @@ She uses her phone intermittently, while you all eat dinner. <<linkreplace "Five minutes later">> @@ Brother: I'm done. I'm going to go my friends house for a bit. Later. @@ @@ Mom: Hey. Are you forgetting something? @@ He reluctantly walks back to the table, grabs his dishes and walks them to the sink. @@ Brother: Good? @@ @@ Mom: Not quite. @@ @@ Brother: Mom? @@ //What is happening. // She sticks her lips out in a kissing pose and closes her eyes, waiting expectantly. @@ Brother: Really? @@ She continues to wait in the same pose as he slowly walks over to her and kisses her directly on the lips. Your mouth opens in shock as you watch Zach run to the front door and slam it behind him. @@ You: What the fuck was that. @@ @@ Mom: Hey, language. @@ @@ You: Sorry, what the HELL was that? @@ @@ Mom: We made a deal. @@ @@ You: A kissing deal? @@ @@ Mom: Well it's meant for me to be able to get more affection out of my only son. But yes, a kissing deal. @@ @@ You: And what does he get out of it? @@ //I already know the answer. // @@ Mom: He already got it.@@ Her phone vibrates on the table. @@ Mom: Oh good, she can see you today. But it's in about 15 minutes so you better get ready quick. @@ @@ You: 15 minutes? Isn't it like 15 minutes away? @@ @@ Mom: Oh right. Well no time for anything then. Let's get in the car. @@ //I swear if she finds any of Zach's cum is inside me... I WILL get an IED instead. // <a data-passage="19" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> That night. After a succesful trip to the doctor, where nothing out of the ordinary was said. You decided to just sit in your room and watch TV and maybe edit some more stuff. //I should just leave my face in the video. It's not like anyone would ever know it's not just a boyfriend in the videos. // Your phone vibrates with a notification. Brother: Yo You: Yo? really? Brother: they are asking to see more You: who? and see more what? Brother: my annoying friends Brother: more of you You: and you told them you would ask? lol @@ Brother: ye @@ @@ You: fine idc @@ <<if $slut is 0>> <<include [[19 g]]>> <<endif>> <<if $slut is 1>> <<include [[19 s]]>> <<endif>>

<<linkreplace "Send something ">> <center><img src= "img/text 17.png" /></center> Brother: nice, they want to see more though You: greedy little bastards <center><img src= "img/text 18.png" /></center> Brother: sweet A few minutes go by with you expecting him to ask for more, but he doesn't. //Weird. // The rest of the night goes by in a very boring way, with the only interruptions being the sounds of your Father getting home around midnight, and then your Brother coming home slightly after. <a data-passage="20" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

<<linkreplace "Send something ">> <center><img src= "img/text16.png" /></center> Brother: WOW Brother: I can show them this? You: if you want too A few minutes go by before he responds again. Brother: think they actually believe me now You: ok, that's good I guess Brother: it is, now I am their king! You: k, have fun playing games mr king Brother: wait, give me something that will make them really jelly You: jelly? really still using that? Brother: wtv just please You: idk how you expect me to top a finger in my pussy, but I'll try <<linkreplace "Search through phone">> //Hmm. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b19 7.webm"></video></center> //Probably not enough. // You: are you sure you want to see the step up from that? Brother: ye You: well don't say I didn't warn you <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b19 8.webm"></video></center> Brother: wtf Brother: who's dick are you sucking You: dont worry about it Another few minutes go by before he responds. Brother: thanks, I told em it was me :) You: of course you did. I just hope you guys didnt jerk off in a circle above the phone Brother: gross The rest of the night goes by in a very boring way, with the only interruptions being the sounds of your Father getting home around midnight, and then your Brother coming home slightly after. <a data-passage="20" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> The morning light through your bedroom window forces you to wake. While grumbling to yourself you picked up you phone for your morning routine. 21 new emails is the only notification you see, filled with new subscribers and lonely perverts thinking a dirty message will get them laid. You randomly click one of the messages and are instantly greeted with the biggest black dick you have ever seen in your life, with a message attached that reads "this can be tickling your womb tonight, hmu". //What a nerd. There is no way a guy with that thing attached to him is sending messages on this site. // You click the link to his profile and instantly see his picture is of a slightly balding middle aged white man. //Of course. // Hitting back into the message you decide to respond for once. You: You must be at least 6 inches to ride this! <center><img src= "img/k1.png" /></center> You make sure to hit the block button before closing the app again. //That's a fun way to start the day. // With a half smile you get up and start your day. <<linkreplace "Shower and head downstairs">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/shower.webm"></video></center> After showering you walk downstairs to find our Father asleep on the couch, with a blanket and pillow, like he had slept there the night before. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement in the Kitchen and walk in to find breakfast being made by your Mother. @@ You: Why is Dad on the couch? @@ @@ Mom: Cause he can't keep it in his pants.@@ She collects herself and smiles awkwardly at you. @@ Mom: Sorry Sweetie, it's too early to be talking about this stuff. @@ @@ You: I thought him not keeping it in his pants was a known thing, and it wasn't an issue. @@ @@ Mom: Oh it's not really. He just failed to tell me about it yesterday, when he wasn't going to be home til late cause he was fucking one of the new hires at the club. @@ @@ You: Wow. Really? @@ She nods. @@ You: Who was it. @@ She looks confused at you for a second before realising something. @@ Mom: Oh right, the other club. The new one that you won't have any part of. @@ @@ You: Oh ok. And he just gets to do that with his employees? @@ She laughs. @@ Mom: The female ones yea. Haven't known him to test a male employee yet. @@ She laughs even louder at her own joke. @@ You: Yea that's your job right? @@ You chuckle as her face goes from laughter to a smirk. @@ Mom: Seems like it's your job now. @@ She walks over and smacks you on the ass and push's you towards the hallway again. @@ Mom: Now can you please go wake your Father and Brother up for breakfast? @@ @@ You: Sure Mom. @@ Slowly walking into the living room your eyes are drawn to the buldge in the blanket, in the perfect spot for the perfect wakeup alarm. You sit on the edge of the couch near his feet, careful not to wake him up and lift the blanket to reveal a fully naked, raging boner underneath. //Must be a good dream. // <<linkreplace "Wake him up ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbj4.webm"></video></center> The snoring stops after a minute and you glance up to see a big smile on his sleepy face. @@ Dad: Where's your Mother? She's already mad enough with me, I don't need her seeing this right now. @@ @@ You: In the kitchen. @@ @@ Dad: Good. On your knees Cutie, I got something for you. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/dbjc4.webm"> </video></center> @@ You: Thanks Daddy, I need to go wake Zach up now. @@ Just as you turn towards the stairs you see him look curiously at the cum all over your face, but he decides to not say anything. As you get to the kitchen entrance you stop to talk to your Mom. @@ You: Daddy's awake Mom. Going to wake up the dipshit now. @@ She turns to respond just as you turn away from her, unsure if she caught a glimpse of your cum covered face or not. <<linkreplace "Zach's room">> At the top of the stairs you look right to the open bathroom and pause, then grin to yourself as you walk off into your Brother's room. @@ You: Oh Zacky. @@ It's dead silent in his room, not even the sound of breathing can be heard. But just like your Father not 5 minutes earlier, you find a huge buldge in the blankets on his bed. //More good dreams I guess. // Some thoughts start to twirl around in your mind. //I was just going to tease him with a glimpse of the cum on my face. But this is too good to pass up. // @@ You: Wake up nerd. @@ You rip the blanket off in one motion and grab his dick with the other hand. @@ Brother: What the... @@ He blinks in your direction a few times before turning his head to go back to sleep. But after a couple seconds he turns again and looks at you. @@ Brother: What the hell is on your face. @@ @@ You: Dad's cum. @@ //This might be bad.// His face tells a story of disgust, but his dick shows you an entirely differenet emotion, as you feel it go as hard as you have every felt it. @@ Brother: Haha, very funny. @@ <<linkreplace "Wake him up too">> @@ You: Seems like maybe you want to add to it. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/bhj8.webm"></video></center> His eyes keep staring at your face as you work his rock hard shaft over and over again in both hands. @@ Brother: It's not though, right? @@ //Time to up the ante. // You stop and scoop most of the cum off your face and make eye contact with him as you lick it off your hand and swallow it. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b20 1.webm"></video></center> He watches in amazment the entire time. @@ Brother: Yea but it was like cream or something, right? @@ @@ You: Sure, but my face is getting cold now, so how about you replace it. @@ He grabs you and lays you flat on his bed and sits on your stomach. @@ You: Someone seems excited. Maybe you want to believe me. Maybe the thought of Dad's cum on my face makes you hornier then you have ever been in your life. @@ <<linkreplace "Tease him more">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b20 2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: What the hell was that? @@ @@ You: That was you cumming three times to the thought of your Sister sucking our Dad's dick. Freak. @@ As you say that you see his dick twitch again. @@ You: Your dick will tell me your kinks everytime, Brother. @@ After shoving him off you and standing up, you notice the sprays of cum all over his pillow. @@ You: Might want to clean that up. Some of it might not even be yours. @@ Giggling to yourself, you leave the room and actually head to the bathroom to clean yourself this time. Breakfast goes by normally. Just as your Father stands up and leaves to run a few errands, Zach shows up to eat, almost as if he didn't want to look his Father in the face this morning. <a data-passage="hallway20" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <<set $d20 to 0>> <<set $b20 to 0>> <<set $m20 to 0>> <<set $k20 to 0>>

<center><img src= "img/B Bedroom.jpg" /></center> //Let's see if he actually wants to hit the gym. // The door to his room comes open easily, and you find him in his preffered spot. Sitting on his PC with porn playing on the screen. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b20 4.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Do you ever watch normal stuff? @@ @@ Brother: HEY! @@ He attempts to cover the screen with his hands, but does a very poor job. @@ You: That screen is way to big for your hands to cover dweeb. And why wouldn't you just close the player? @@ He takes his hands down and tries to close it, but before he does you notice something about the video. @@ You: Is that Sarah? @@ He sighs and just lets it continue playing. @@ You: It is. What the hell Zach. How do you have that? @@ @@ Brother: She posted it, on her ThicThot page. @@ @@ You: She has one? @@ @@ Brother: Yea it's brand new, and only has this one video. @@ @@ You: Thats the first thing she posted? @@ @@ Brother: Right? She is way more of a freak than you. @@ @@ You: How did you even find it? @@ @@ Brother: Way to easily, her account name is just her real name. @@ He can't help but laugh. @@ You: She never was the brightest. @@ @@ Brother: And god bless her for that. @@ You roll your eyes at him and remember why you even came into his room in the first place. @@ You: C'mon lets go. @@ @@ Brother: Go where? @@ @@ You: Where do you think? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b20 5.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Oh. Do I have to? @@ @@ You: No, but you seemed really into it last time. But I guess I can just ask one of the hot guys there to record for me. @@ As you smirk and start walking away he responds. @@ Brother: Just give me a minute. @@ He points to the buldge in his pants. @@ You: So you can jerk off? @@ @@ Brother: No. So I don't walk through the house with a boner. Gym shorts don't really hide much. @@ @@ You: Dad's in the basement and Mom would probably find it hot. Let's go. @@ He doesn't respond, but starts changing into his shorts. @@ Brother: Fine, let's go. @@ <<linkreplace "Head out">> As you get to the bottom of the stairs, you see that your Mother is no where in sight. //Damn. Guess I have to make my own luck. // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b20 6.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: The hell are you doing? Our parents could be anywhere. @@ You: MOM? @@ @@ Brother: Kaley! @@ He tries to grab at your shorts to pull the back up just as you hear her respond from inside the laundry room. @@ Mom: What? @@ You decide not to respond, hoping she will come out into the hall. As the seconds go by, you watch your Brother's eyes go wider. @@ Brother: Answer her! @@ @@ Mom: Kaley? @@ This time her voice sounds way closer to the hall, so you quickly pull your shorts up and spin Zach around to be facing her, with full boner buldge showing on his shorts. She steps out into the hall. @@ You: We are going to the gym. @@ She starts responding but gets distracted by the thing you hoped she would. @@ Mom: Uh, ok kids. @@ She walks back into the laundry room, looking more red than when she came out. @@ Brother: You are the absolute worst Sister in the world. @@ @@ You: After all I've done for you? I'd say im top 10. @@ You pratically skip off towards the door, glancing back you see him trying to tuck his boner into the waistband of his shorts. @@ You: C'mon Cutie. @@ @@ Brother: Don't call me that. @@ @@ You: Why not? You look so cute when your embaressed. @@ @@ Brother: Oh it's on now. @@ Laughing, you walk out towards your new car. <a data-passage="b20 2" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <<set $b20 to 1>>

<<set $d20 to 1>> <center><img src= "img/basement.jpg" /></center> @@ You: Hey Dad. @@ @@ Dad: Hi sweetheart. What are you up too? @@ @@ You: Nothing. Bored. @@ @@ Dad: Oh perfect. @@ He grabs a folder that is overflowing with papers from a side table and hands it to you. @@ You: What's this? @@ @@ Dad: The books. @@ You give him a blank stare. @@ You: What books? @@ @@ Dad: For the business.@@ @@ You: And? @@ @@ Dad: It's your job to make them right, now. @@ @@ You: What do you mean by that? @@ @@ Dad: Well you want to make money from the club right? @@ You nod and shrug. @@ Dad: Well it doesn't make as much money as it should. So figure out why. @@ @@ You: You're kidding. @@ @@ Dad: You did accounting in college right? @@ @@ You: For two weeks. That's how long it took me to realise how boring it was. @@ @@ Dad: Oh. Well it's your career now. @@ He smacks you once on the ass and pushes you towards the stairs. @@ Dad: Good luck. @@ <center><img src= "img/Bedroom.jpg" /></center> You walk up to your room with the folder, glancing at the complete maze of numbers on each page, before tossing it on your desk. //Fuck that. // <a data-passage="hallway20" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a>

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<center><img src= "img/gym.jpg" /></center> You head to the same gym as before, with very little conversation from your Brother. Probably cause he is plotting his revenge. The gym seems to have around the same amount of people as last time, not full but not empty either. @@ Brother: What do you want to do first? @@ @@ You: I'm going to stretch first, like I always do. What are you going to do first? @@ @@ Brother: Uh. Record you stretching? That's what I'm here for right? @@ He gives you a quizzical look. @@ You: You're here to workout. I have the recording figured out already. Watch. @@ You get into postion in a empty spot and place your yoga mat down. @@ You: Pineapple. @@ @@ Brother: Huh? @@ Ignoring him, you continue to do some light stretching and end by pointing your ass right at him in dog pose. @@ You: Watermelon. @@ @@ Brother: What the fuck are you saying fruit names for? @@ @@ You: Just wait. @@ DING Your phone makes a sound neither of you has heard before and you grab it from your bag to show him. @@ You: See? @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/gym 1.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: How the hell did you do that? @@ He walks over to where the angle of the video was from and starts waiving his hand through the air. @@ You: What are you doing? @@ @@ Brother: Trying to find the invisible camera. Where did you even get it? Technology has gone crazy. @@ As he is talking he swats at what he thinks is a fly that is close to his ear. @@ You: Careful idiot. @@ @@ Brother: Oh, Did I step on it? My bad. @@ He waddles away awkwardly, trying not to step on something he can't see and stands to the side. @@ Brother: How much was it? @@ You roll your eyes at him. @@ You: Sometimes I really wonder about you. @@ @@ Brother: Huh? @@ @@ You: It's the drone. I bought a charging case for it so I can bring it everywhere now. And it has a setting to record by voice command. @@ @@ Brother: Why not just say "start recording" then? Why the fruits? @@ You quickly look around after he says that and notice an older lady eyeing him from her bike. @@ You: Because a lot of gyms now, including this one, have banned recording. For good reason. @@ @@ Brother: Oh. So a fruit name will start recording? Blueberry. @@ He pauses for a second. @@ Brother: Peaches. @@ Again he pauses, this time while waiting for your phone to ding with confirmation of his theory. But after 20 seconds nothing happens. @@ Brother: What the fuck? @@ @@ You: It's just pineapple to start, and watermelon to end. @@ @@ Brother: Why you let me shout fruits into the gym then? @@ @@ You: Cause it was funny, obviously. @@ He goes through the whole motion again, this time saying the correct words. DING Both of you check the phone, curious to see what the drone recorded. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/gym 2.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: HOLY SHIT. @@ @@ You: Oh, I guess it's still trying to find the closest sex related thing it can. Need to change it to record just me. @@ @@ Brother: Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on now, let's not be hasty. This thing is a miracle.@@ @@ You: Zach. You're doing that thing where you act gross again. @@ @@ Brother: Come one Sis. You can't tell me you aren't even a litte curious about all the nasty stuff people are doing around you. @@ @@ You: No, I'm not. @@ @@ Brother: Let me just use it one time, near the changing rooms. @@ The thought starts to weasle it's way into your head, like a perverted seed taking root. @@ You: One time. That's it. @@ @@ Brother: Yes! Let's go. @@ @@ You: After you do a full workout. @@ The grin on face drops. @@ Brother: Ugh, gross. @@ He stands in contemplation for a solid minute before wondering off towards the other side of the gym by himself. <<linkreplace "15 minutes later">> @@ Brother: Done. @@ He's barely even sweating. @@ You: Full workout. Full. @@ @@ Brother: UGH. @@ He wonders off like a lost puppy again and finally plops down on a bench. You watch him for a second as he just stares off towards two woman walking on treamills. Eventually he looks over and see's you watching him so he starts actually attempting to workout again. Another 20 minutes go by before you start feeling like you had a decent workout. Your Brother on the other hand has spent more time watching you or any other woman in the gym, rather than doing anything productive. @@ Brother: I'm done. Actually done this time. @@ @@ You: Uh huh. @@ Checking him over you do notice he is actually sweating a bit. @@ You: What did you even do? @@ @@ Brother: All of it. Let's go. @@ He grabs you by the hand and pulls you towards the back rooms. @@ You: Stop it dweeb. People are going to think we are up to something. @@ @@ Brother: Pineapple. @@ @@ You: What do you think the odds are that something is even happening right now? @@ @@ Brother: Never tell me the odds. @@ He smirks at his dumb joke. @@ Brother: Watermelon. @@ He anxiously grabs your phone. @@ You: Hey. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/gym 3.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Awww. @@ @@ You: What. Isn't that exactly what you wanted? @@ @@ Brother: No. I wanted to record the freaks in the bathroom that are fucking. Also I already saw that, It's what I was looking at while waiting for it to record. @@ @@ You: Of course you were. But what makes you think there are "freaks in the bathroom?" @@ @@ Brother: I saw a couple walk out that door like 5 minutes ago, grabbing eachother like they were about to fuck. @@ @@ You: I think you might have a crazy imagination. @@ @@ Brother: No really. Tell it to go find people fucking. @@ @@ You: I don't think I can. @@ @@ Brother: Try. Please? @@ @@ You: Wow, really letting the pervert flag fly now aren't you? @@ @@ Brother: At this point you already know who I am. @@ He smirks and watches as you flick through the newly installed drone app on your phone. @@ You: All I can do is tell it to have a wider search area. Up to 500 feet. @@ @@ Brother: Perfect. Hit it. @@ @@ You: Great, now I feel like a pervert too. Pineapple. @@ You both sit in silence for a couple minutes, giving the drone time to find something. The whole time you watch Zach pratically staring at other women in the gym. @@ You: Watermelon. @@ He snaps out of his ass trance that some blonde nearby gave him and starts smiling widely, DING <<linkreplace "open the video ">> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/k/gym 4.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: I told you! @@ @@ You: Uh huh. You proved your point. Now I'm deleting it. @@ @@ Brother: Well hold on now. They were doing that in public. @@ @@ You: So? @@ @@ Brother: Your privacy goes out the window when you fucking in a parking lot. @@ @@ You: In their car. @@ @@ Brother: With at least one window down, or the drone couldn't get in. @@ @@ You: I don't care about your crazy mental gymnastics to try to make your perverted mind right. I'm deleting it. @@ @@ Brother: You suck. @@ @@ You: And I'm going to delete any other ones we happen to record like this too. After we watch them once. @@ @@ Brother: You are the best sister in the world. @@ @@ You: Yup, cause apparently I'm a pervert now too. @@ You both clean up and start heading home. <a data-passage="hallway20" class="link-internal link-image"> <img src="img/c.jpg" style="max-height: 300px"> </a> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

END OF UPDATE!!!! END OF UPDATE!!!! END OF UPDATE!!!! <center><img src= "img/Living Room.jpg" /></center> While sitting on the living room couch scrolling social media on your phone you recieve a new message on ThicThot. "this shits lame, over 1k nerds paying this slut and she has never even posted dick in pussy. bunch of sad sacks." //Am I ready to even show something like that? // You stop to think for a few minutes, while you hear the front door open and close. //Who would I even get to record that with? // @@ You: Zach's already done it techincally. @@ @@ Dad: Zach's done what? @@ You look up and see your Dad taking his jacket off and hanging it up on the rack in the hallway. //Did I really say that out loud? // @@ Dad: You alright Cutie? Seem to be thinking awfully hard. @@ @@ You: Sorry Daddy. Just lost in thought. @@ @@ Dad: What about? @@ @@ You: Uh... @@ //Think think think!!! // You feel a smirk appear on your face. @@ You: My ex sent me a video, and was making fun of me. @@ @@ Dad: How so? @@ @@ You: He said I'll never get to have someone as big as him again. And sent a video of... well, you can guess. @@ @@ Dad: Kids these days. @@ He laughs and hugs you slightly then starts to walk away. //Not the reaction I was hoping for. // @@ You: Wait! @@ He stops and looks in your eyes waiting for you to continue. @@ You: Can you help me get back at him? @@ @@ Dad: How? @@ @@ You: Let me take some pictures. @@ @@ Dad: I will always help my beautiful Daughter however she needs me too. @@ He smiles and sits on the couch next to you waiting for you to start. <<linkreplace "First thing first">> You grab his pants and quickly pull them down. @@ Dad: Oh, it's that kind of payback. @@ @@ You: Well yea, his dick is actually not even that big. Not as big as Daddies, at least.@@ He looks around towards the kitchen and staircase, clearly wonder the whereabouts of the rest of the family. But you pay no mind and begin. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 1.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Ok Cutie, what's the plan? @@ //Oh right. // @@ You: Here. @@ You hand him your phone. @@ You: Record me. @@ After a few seconds of him struggling with the phone he points it towards you and you continue. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 2.webm"></video></center> @@ Dad: Kaley, your getting close to the end here. @@ You feel his dick twitching in your mouth as he talks. @@ You: Wait! @@ He stops recording and gives you a out of breath look. @@ Dad: For what. You've got me to the tipping point. @@ The feeling of being recorded by him while sucking his dick has gained a level of horniness inside you that you have never felt before. And the words slip out on their own. @@ You: Fuck me. @@ @@ Brother: What? @@ There is a pause before you can manage to speak again. @@ You: Please Daddy, fuck me. @@ He instantly grabs you by the hips and lays you down on you back. @@ You: Take a picture at the start.@@ //Zach will lose his mind seeing that. // Your pants and underwear are removed in a flash and you see his massive dick lining up with your pussy. <<linkreplace "Let him fuck you">> He waits for permission to continue. @@ You: Please. @@ <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 3.webm"></video></center> But just as he begins to really start moving and your head is filled with ecstasy, you feel him stop slightly and you hear a voice come from the top of the stairs. @@ Mom: Matt? You down there? @@ He stops completely with his dick still fully inside you. @@ Dad: Yea, what is it? @@ You both start to hear footsteps on the stairs and both panic dress as best as you can in the 10 seconds it takes for her to get within sight. You don't know how convining it all is but the look on her face only shows a lightly curiousity as she speaks again. @@ Mom: We need to leave. The dinner reservation is in 10 minutes. @@ @@ Dad: Oh shit, I forgot. @@ He jumps to his feet and walks quickly up the stairs. As he does you both can clearly see the buldge in the front of his pants. She turns to look at you as he gets to the top of the stairs out of ear shot. @@ Mom: Were you having fun with Daddy? @@ @@ You: Uh, no. What makes you say that? @@ She walks straight up to you. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 4.webm"></video></center> @@ Mom: Right. And there is no way that I just tasted dick. @@ You feel your face flush as she starts to walk away. @@ Mom: Just wonder whose dick it is that I tasted.@@ You see her smile as she walks up the stairs. //Oh my God! // At this point you feel like you could explode at the next touch from stimulation. Even the let down of only getting fucked for a few seconds is washed away and you attempt to calm down on the couch for the next 5 minutes. But nothing seems to work. Your parents have both left already, leaving you alone in the house with Zach being gone to his friends house. @@ You: This is tourture. @@ You find youself talking to yourself as you reach down and pull your pants and underwear off again. @@ You: Fuck it, I'll be the one to watch porn in the living room this time. @@ <<linkreplace "Search for porn">> Easily enough, using the TV apps, you find a porn site and click the very first link. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 5.webm"></video></center> <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 6.webm"></video></center> //Fuck, it's not enough. // You run up the stairs as fast as you can and grab a handful of dildo's. When you get back to the couch, the porn video has switched to a new one. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 7.webm"></video></center> You lay back down on the couch and continue , while watching the porn videos continuously play while you play with yourself. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 8.webm"></video></center> //Come on! // Eventually you start to get frustrated that you are unable to cum. So you actually mount one of the dildos and start to imagine you are bouncing on top of your Father. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/d/d 20 9.webm"></video></center> @@ You: YES, YES FUCK ME DADDY! @@ Just as you are on the edge once again, you hear the front door close. @@ You: FUCK! @@ You stumble as you attempt to hide and get dressed but ultimately don't have enough time. @@ Brother: Whoa, what's going on here? @@ @@ You: What the hell is going on today? Is it "stop Kaley from cumming day?" @@ @@ Brother: Don't let me stop you. @@ Just then the TV switches to a new video. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b 20 7.webm"></video></center> @@ Brother: Whoa. And your watching porn? In the living room? Crazy. @@ He smirks as he says "living room". @@ You: Yea whatever. Just go away. @@ @@ Brother: Or... @@ He moves his hand to the front of his pants and starts grabbing his dick. @@ Brother: If cumming is what you want so bad, I have the exact tool you need. @@ @@ You: Yea you are a tool alright. @@ <<linkreplace "Lay back down">> @@ Brother: Really? @@ His voice sounds the most excited it ever has, as he watches you get into position for him. @@ You: Maybe. It depends on what you do next. @@ The expression on his face changes to a mental strain as he tries to understand what you want him to do. @@ You: Jeez. Relax will you. I'll make it easy for you. Make me cum and I'll let you fuck me. @@ //I'm so fucking horny that he could just stick it in now and I'll let him. // @@ Brother: You're serious? @@ You give a him a seductive beckoning look, and look to your glistening pussy, now pointing straight at him. In a flash he is on his knees, using his tongue to give his best effort. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b 20 8.webm"></video></center> //OH GOD. I"M ALREADY CUMMING. // The frantic movements stop after a few seconds and you look back at him to see a wide grin. @@ Brother: That was easy. @@ //Wonder if I should tell him that Dad's dick was in where he was licking not even 10 minutes ago. // @@ Brother: Ok, lay back slut. @@ //Fuck that's hot. // @@ You: Little Zach thinks he a boss now huh? Make's his big sister cum one time and thinks he can tell her what to do? @@ //Keep going. // @@ Brother: I wouldn't be if she wasn't a soaking wet whore ready to be fucked. @@ You feel a tingle all over your body that he picks up on. @@ Brother: Now lay down, slut. @@ <<linkreplace "Do it">> @@ Brother: Good girl. @@ //Where is this coming from? // <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b 20 10.webm"></video></center> //Oh god. We did it. I'm fucking my Brother. // @@ You: Oh fuck. Don't stop. @@ And he doesn't. Even when you start to feel his cum shoot straight towards your womb. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b 20 11.webm"></video></center> @@ You: ZACH! @@ @@ Brother: You said don't stop. @@ @@ You: You're lucky I planned for this, @@ @@ Brother: So I can keep going? @@ You let your head fall back down on the couch. @@ You: Sure. @@ He picks you up easily and positions you in front of him, face down ass up. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b 20 9.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Is this how you want you big sister to be? @@ He doesn't respond, but you feel his dick push inside you once again. <center><video autoplay muted loop><source src="videos/b/b 20 12.webm"></video></center> @@ You: Wow. @@ @@ Brother: Yea. @@ You both stay in silence for a few seconds. With the feeling of cum moving all over inside and outside your pussy. He smacks your ass once and sits back to admire his work, but as you glance over your shoulder and see his content face, you also see another face, standing in the hall, staring at your cum covered pussy. There is a loud gasp followed by. @@ Mom: WHAT THE FUCK. @@ <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> END OF UPDATE!!!! END OF UPDATE!!!! END OF UPDATE!!!!

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