Stepbrother Studs Cameron

by Selena Kitt

  But it was Cameron who really got her going. The way he watched her, it was like the other guys weren’t even there. Like they were alone in the room together, watching each other. His gaze moved up and down, just like his hand, nice and slow, drinking her in. And she was doing the same. She wanted to see more of him, to reach through the screen and pull up his shirt, shove his pants down to his ankles.

  Oh fuck, she was getting so wet. She could see the head of her stepbrother’s cock glistening with precum and she licked her lips.

  Okay, boys, you want a show? She thought. You got it.

  She pushed down the sheets and then slowly slid off her panties. She kept her legs crossed as long as possible, running her hands over her body, before spreading them so Cameron and his buddies could have a good look at her pussy and its little tuft of blond hair.

  “Fuck, she’s a natural,” Will said in mid-wank.

  She sat up to unhook her bra, dropping it to the floor. She put the vibrator down by her hip and got to work with her hands first. The boys were stroking faster now, which encouraged her to go further with her game. She pinched her nipple and couldn’t help a little groan as she saw her stepbrother working his thick cock in his hand.

  She imagined him doing it at least a couple times a week, watching her. The idea was both shocking and intriguing. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head. She slipped one hand down her tummy and then to her thighs. She rubbed her thighs and barely brushed over her pelvic bone with her fingertips. Tucker sat forward every time she got close to her pussy. She stroked her clit just once and thought he was going to come right then. That made her smile.

  She couldn’t believe how it made her feel, that whole room full of boys watching her. Cameron’s eyes on her too. There was an incredible amount of feminine power in it, and that was both exhilarating and arousing. The thought of all of them coming, watching it happen, made her breath come faster, her nipples harden all on their own.

  She didn’t want them to do it right away, but she definitely wanted to see them, to make them, all, come—especially Cameron. He’d done it without her knowing it for weeks, and now she was going to make him do it on her terms. She liked the idea of controlling his orgasm and knowing she had power over the cock filling his hand. She enjoyed the fact that her stepbrother’s friends were getting off on her own cam show. She’d gotten off to so many people on cam shows, why shouldn’t she return the favor?

  She squeezed her breasts, squirming as she watched them jack their cocks. She wondered who would last the longest. She hoped it would be Cameron. She wanted his tease to last the longest and be the worst. She also wondered if they’d all come at the same time, and if she should confront them when it was all over.

  Virginia couldn’t resist playing with her pussy for long. She spread her knees and reached down with both hands, one on her clit and the other squeezing her ass. Cory let go of his cock to keep from coming too soon. Mmm that was hot. She rubbed her clit in soft strokes as the boys pulled at their dicks. She noticed Cameron trying to match her rhythm. The sight of that sent a hot jolt through her belly. Her stepbrother was imagining his hand, or maybe his tongue, doing what she was doing. She was sure of it.

  Using her two middle fingers in little circles on her clit, she lifted one leg and used her other hand to spread her pussy open for them. Will groaned loudly as he came in his hand, so loudly Cameron shushed him, afraid she was going to hear, even with her earbuds on. Of course, Cameron didn’t know, Virginia could hear every grunt and moan they made, and it was making her pussy pulse under her fingers. Will pumped his cock hard, milking it for all he could. He cleaned up fast and kept pulling at his limp dick, probably in hopes of getting hard again before the show ended.

  Virginia decided to turn up the heat so she put both her legs in the air, crossed her ankles, and reached around her bottom to spread her pussy a little wider and slip in a finger from each hand. It was a real show, now.

  “Hot damn, dude,” Tucker cried. “Why aren’t you tapping that?”

  “Fuck if I know,” Cameron sighed. “If she wasn’t my stepsister…”

  Virginia’s heart thudded in her chest. Her stepbrother had just admitted he wished he could fuck her! She wondered what that would be like, to have that fat cock pounding her pussy or jammed deep in her mouth. It was becoming more exciting and less disturbing to her by the minute. The more excited she got, the more her inhibitions fell away.

  But she was still pissed that he’d put the camera in her room. He’d have to pay for that, and now she had a little extra leverage on him. She knew he wanted to fuck her.

  And he didn’t know—she wanted him to.

  Cameron wants to fuck me. The idea filled her with a fire she didn’t expect and she got down to real business. Her clit throbbed, her pussy already starting to contract. She was so wet she could feel her juices leaking down her slit toward the bed. She moaned softly, biting her lip, looking right at the camera. Not the laptop, but the camera her brother had mounted and hidden in the wall.

  Her whole body tingled, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming so fast now she could barely keep up. Just the knowledge that Cameron was watching her gave her pleasure a sharp edge she’d never experienced before. She’d gotten herself off hundreds—hell, maybe hundreds of thousands—of times, and yeah, it felt good, but this? This went way beyond.

  Virginia buried her fingers deep, hips rising off the bed as she came, using her thumb to strum her climax to completion. She bucked up again and again, thrashing, eyes closed tight now, riding that delicious wave, a low moan escaping from her throat. She had to pull her lower lip between her teeth to keep from calling her stepbrother’s name, which just made the shuddering spasms even better.

  Oh fuck, Cameron, I’m coming so hard for you…

  Gasping, she opened her eyes and looked at her laptop, hearing the sound of applause in her earbuds. Cory had let go of his cock to clap—actually clap—for her. She smiled to herself, arching and stretching on the bed like a cat. She was practically purring. But she wasn’t done. No, not yet.

  There was more to this show.

  Then she remembered the vibrator. Grabbing it, she turned it on, slowly she teased her slit with it, up and down, avoiding her still throbbing clit. That was too much. But she wanted to feel something filling her. She wanted to feel Cameron filling her, but the vibrator would have to do. Will was hard again by now. Virginia moaned as she slipped the vibrator into her hole and she watched all four guys working their cocks, faster now.

  Then she took out the toy and rolled over, grinning away from the camera, to give them a view of her ass. She wanted Cameron to see it—bare and quivering, aching to be fucked—instead of encased in shorts on the spin bike. She heard him groan—she knew the sound of his voice—and whisper, “Holy fucking hell,” when she did that.

  So she upped the ante, reaching back with the vibrator, rubbing it between her cheeks before plunging it into her pussy in one hard thrust. She gasped, probably loud enough for them to hear through the wall, and grabbed a handful of pillow as she started to fuck herself. She pumped hard and fast into her pussy, moaning loud, looking back at her laptop, back at Cameron, all the while.

  Because in her mind, he was fucking her. It was his big, hard cock inside of her, not a toy. He was grabbing her hips, pounding into her, faster and faster. She watched him jerk his cock through half-closed eyes, seeing him pick up speed when she did, knowing, just knowing, he was imagining it too. He was imagining fucking his stepsister.

  Tucker came first, spurting onto his hand and jeans.

  Cory was next. He already had some Kleenex ready to catch his cum.

  Will followed his example—the only one to come twice.

  Cameron was last, just like she wanted him to be, twisting the head of his cock and biting his lip as he came. A thick surge of semen erupted over his fist, flooding down his hand, making her moan and quiver on the bed. She wanted to cry out, call his name, tell him she wante
d him, oh fuck, she wanted him so fucking much it hurt, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she could only…

  Come. Oh fuck, she was coming, the sight of her stepbrother’s cum seeping down over his fist, staining the denim of his jeans, pushing her over the edge. She arched and cried out, her pussy clamping hard around the vibrator, now up to full power, as her climax shook her whole body.

  She hoped they heard her crying, “Fuck me!” over and over. She wanted to be fucked. She hated to admit it, now that she was trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, but she wanted those hot blasts of her stepbrother’s cum. It was hers. He was hers.

  She reached for the covers, pulling them up to her chin and rolling to her side, away from the camera. She was still breathing hard, still seeing spots and hearing ringing in her ears. Damn, she’d come hard.

  For him.

  What in the hell is wrong with me? She closed her eyes, shivering, in spite of the comforter’s warmth. He’s my stepbrother. I should not be doing this!

  The show was over now, and the shame rushed in. She didn’t exactly understand what had just happened, but she knew one thing.

  She wanted him. God help her, she did.

  But she wanted payback more.

  At least, she thought she did. Besides, the plan was set and already in motion.

  Cameron was going to get his.

  * * * *

  She could have backed out, but she didn’t. Their parents were going to be gone for the night, celebrating their anniversary, and it was perfect timing.

  She sent the video she’d made of him and his friends masturbating along with a text reading, “You owe me. Midnight. My room. Or you’ll be in the middle of a circle like that in the county jail. Bring the money.”

  So when Cameron knocked on her door at midnight, just as she’d instructed him, Virginia opened the door. Her room was pitch black, apart from the glow of the laptop on her desk. She stood behind the door as her stepbrother practically tip-toed into the room. He came in like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. She almost felt sorry for him.

  Almost.

  “Sit at the desk.” Virginia pointed to her desk chair. She’d turned it to face away from her laptop.

  “No way.” Cameron shook his head, taking a step back toward the door. “I’m not playing fucking games.”

  She grabbed him by the crotch as he turned around, shutting the door with her hip. He gasped and she grinned. He was already getting hard. It didn’t hurt that she was only wearing a black lace spider web design bra and panties.

  “I said, sit down.” Virginia pushed him toward the chair.

  “You’re not really gonna tell Mom and Dad, are you?” Cameron swallowed as he sank into the seat, looking up at her. His dad probably wouldn’t say much about it, honestly. He was a laid back sort of guy who laughed things off a lot. But Virginia’s mom? She didn’t even like to think about it.

  She stood before him, hands on her hips, liking the way he looked up at her. He was completely vulnerable. No more confident, cocky, arrogant Cameron who strutted around and acted like he owned the world. She had him right where she wanted him, and she was enjoying it more than she’d anticipated.

  “If you’re a very good boy, and do what your little sister tells you, maybe, just maybe you’ll avoid being bitch-raped in county jail.” She ran a hand through his short, sandy-brown hair, smiling at the brief flash of fear in his eyes. “Sit on your hands.”

  “Ginny…” He frowned up at her, his dark eyes searching, curious. “What are you up to?”

  “Trouble.” She grinned. “What else? Now, sit on your hands.”

  He did it, although he seemed to be more curious than frightened now. That changed when Lily, who’d been hiding under the desk, grabbed his wrists and handcuffed them to the arms of the chair.

  “What the fuck?” Cameron cried, even as Lily was cuffing his ankles to the chair’s front legs.

  Lily, her blond hair in cute pigtails and wearing a red fetish baby doll dress with a matching collar around her neck, crawled out from under it. She leaned down to put her hands on Cameron’s thighs and rub her nose against his.

  “You’ve been bad to your sister, Cameron,” Lily said. “What are we going to do with you?”

  “This isn’t funny.” He pulled on his restraints, but those were real handcuffs. They weren’t coming off, not without a key.

  “It wasn’t funny when you put a camera in my room either,” Virginia snapped. She nudged Lily out of the way so she could pull up the front of his t-shirt, slipping it over the back of his head to keep it out of the way. Damn, he had great abs. She wanted to run her hands over them, but didn’t. “Did you think it was funny?”

  “No.” He swallowed, shaking his head. “It isn’t what you think…”

  “Really?” Virginia rolled her eyes as she opened the front of her stepbrother’s jeans, pulling them, and his boxers, to his knees. “You weren’t spying on me?”

  “Ginny, come on… listen…” He squirmed in the chair, but his cock betrayed him. It was already half-hard against his thigh.

  “No you listen!” Her anger rose up and she shook a finger in his face like he was a little kid. “And watch. That’s your punishment.”

  “My punishment?” He looked between them, from his sister to her friend and back again.

  “You thought I was just going to tell Mom and Dad?” Virginia laughed. “You should know me better than that.”

  “Ginny… I do…” He pulled against the cuffs. “Let me go. Let’s talk.”

  “Oh, no.” She shook her head, putting an arm around Lily’s shoulder. She turned her head toward her friend, looking into her eyes as she stroked her soft cheek. Lily made a little purring sound that Virginia always loved and the two of them kissed for a moment before they turned their attention back to Cameron.

  “You enjoy watching me fuck myself, right?” Virginia asked, enjoying the way he cringed when she said that. “Well, now you’re going to watch us fuck. You’re going to have to sit there half-naked and watch us get off. That’s what you like, right? You want a show? Then you’re going to get a show. This is your punishment. Understand?”

  Cameron was too dumbfounded to talk. Virginia stepped forward, so mad she could spit, bending down to grab her stepbrother’s balls in her hand and giving them a little squeeze.

  “Understand?” she whispered, close enough she could have kissed him, if she’d wanted to. And part of her did want to. The other part of her wanted to twist his balls until they were purple. She did neither.

  “Yes.” Cameron’s eyes watered as he looked up at his stepsister and nodded. An actual tear rolled down his cheek. Virginia hadn’t expected him to cry, and she was taken aback by that.

  She told herself it was the pain—any guy’s eyes would water if some woman grabbed their balls, right? She stood, turning away from him to snake her arms around Lily’s neck. Her friend kissed her, lips soft, warm, open, and that was good. It took Virginia’s mind off the look on Cameron’s face.

  Virginia turned on the camera she and Lily had mounted at the head of the bed. It recorded Cameron, cuffed to the chair. He could do nothing but watch his stepsister and her friend strip out of their clothes, although Lily didn’t remove the collar. She and Virginia sat next to each other, both facing him, spreading their legs so he could watch them play with themselves, and each other. She reminded herself that this was Cameron’s punishment—that he deserved it.

  They kissed with open mouths so Cameron could see their tongues. They fingered each other, slow at first, teasing, but the heat of the moment got the better of them both. Virginia and Lily hadn’t been together in a quite a while—Lily had a steady boyfriend, Ryan, who was filling all her current sexual needs—and Virginia had forgotten how much she loved being with a girl.

  It had also been a long time since she’d gotten laid at all, she realized, as Lily’s fingers expertly manipulated her throbbing clit. Christ, the girl was good at that!
Virginia glanced over at Cameron, to make sure he was watching. He was, his eyes glued on the scene in front of him, and from the way his cock rose up to point at the ceiling, she figured her “punishment” was working.

  “Oh, God, Lily, do it like that!” Virginia moaned and bucked her hips as her friend’s fingers plunged in deeper, harder, the sound of her pussy being fucked filling the room. “Mmmmm you’re gonna make me come!”

  Lily’s mouth captured hers as Virginia cried out with her orgasm. There was no stopping it. She shuddered and squirmed, sucking Lily’s tongue into her mouth as her pussy spasmed around her friend’s wet fingers.

  “Oh fuck!” Lily gasped, breaking their kiss and rocking her own hips up against the press of Virginia’s palm on her mound. “Now! Fuck yes! Now, Ginny, now!”

  Virginia ground the heel of her hand against her friend’s clit, her fingers moving deep into her pussy, feeling the velvet contractions of Lily’s orgasm. So sweet. So very sweet.

  “Did you like that?” Virginia asked her stepbrother, lifting her fingers to her mouth to taste Lily on them. She sucked two fingers into her mouth, meeting his eyes, and he let out a low, pained moan.

  “Get your cock,” Virginia said, her gaze not leaving his.

  “I…I can’t,” Cameron panted, barely audible.

  “Not you!” Virginia laughed, rolling her eyes. “Her!”

  Lily slid off the bed, bent over, and stepped into the strap-on harness. Cameron gasped at the sight of the big silicone cock she now wore. Virginia slid to the edge of the bed so she could take it into her mouth. Lily held Virginia’s head and pumped the dildo slowly in and out of her friend’s mouth. Virginia took as much of it as she could, getting it wet with spit and looking back at Cameron as she did it.

  “I bet you wish this was your cock, huh?” Lily asked him.