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Crystal sighed in boredom as she lay on her bed on what would turn out to be quite an eventful Thursday evening. Her mom was away in Vegas, as was so often the case, and her dad was at a business meeting. Sometimes, he even stayed the night at his office because it got so late and the commute was so long. Crystal didn't know where he would be sleeping that night.
Absent mindedly, Crystal fingered the hem of her cotton camisole. Her fingers tickled her bare belly underneath. She marveled at how smooth her skin was. But what else could she expect at eighteen? Countless minutes without regard to the possibility of skin cancer were spent in tanning beds, which not only made her skin a deep, golden honey color, but also lightened her hair with the help of the lemon juice she put in prior to each session. It was nearly a white blonde now, down past her shoulders, and with the drama of dark lashes around her deep blue eyes, she was quite a tall glass of water. Her eyes had a slightly feral quality to them, emphasized by her perky nose that turned up just a little at the end. She looked mischievous, like she'd either depants you or grab your cock, and her playful smile gave nothing away.
Crystal rolled off the bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror affixed to her closet door. Like any young girl, she had insecurities about her appearance. She worried that her breasts were too small, and her neck was too long. But Crystal was like a whippet – clean, sleek lines, a svelte form, and delicate bone structure. Her b-cup breasts suit her frame perfectly, as did her narrow hips and long legs. She sighed again, pushing her hair up on top of her head with one hand and making a Blue Steel expression in the mirror. Her boyshorts, which matched her white cami, made her ass look great, she thought. Boyshorts always had that effect.
Bored of scrutinizing herself, Crystal left her room to see what her twin brother, Tim, was up to. They were fraternal twins, and seemed to be the exact opposite of Crystal, physically. Tim had dark, wavy hair, a strong jaw, and rich brown eyes. As a talented football player at school, he was sought after by both girls and boys alike (but usually for different reasons). The intense exercise regimen instated by the coach left Tim with a great body – washboard abs and strong arms. Even Crystal could admit he was a good looking kid.
As she walked down the hall, she heard noises coming from Tim's room. It crossed her mind that maybe he was on the phone, and she might overhear something valuable about their peers. She stopped outside his shut door and carefully put her ear to it. Her eyes widened in shock. SEX sounds were coming from his room! But she knew he didn't have anyone over. He was watching a porno, she concluded.
She bit her lip as the sounds continued. Occasionally, she heard what she thought was Tim groaning. As she listened to the sounds of fucking, she felt a familiar ache begin between her legs. The sounds from the tape sounded familiar, but she didn't know why. She had never seen a porno. Maybe Tim played them at night and they seeped into her subconscious.
Crystal was worried that her clit was starting to throb. This was her brother, for fuck's sake. Gross! She was about to turn and go back to her room when she heard a familiar voice cry, "Oh, Braaad!" Her jaw dropped in horror as she realized why the porno sounded so familiar. It was HER fucking noises coming through the stereo, with a guy she had dated several months ago.
Furious, and embarrassed, Crystal flung the door open. "What the FUCK is going on in here?!"
Tim was sitting on the bed, his back to the door, facing the television that sat on his dresser. His eyes widened as he reached for both a pillow to cover himself with and the remote to turn off the TV. Crystal felt sick as she watched herself getting fucked doggy style on Tim's TV. The view was from the upper right. He must have planted a camera on top of her wardrobe – high enough that she wouldn't notice it, and advantageous enough to catch all the good stuff.
"I...I..." Tim began to stutter. He couldn't find the remote, and he wasn't about to get up with a raging boner and turn off the television. Oddly, the raging boner wasn't going away. Then again, he had always been a bit of an exhibitionist.
Crystal watched herself getting pounded. She was both fascinated and horrified. It was embarrassing, but at the same time, it was also pretty hot. She looked
great
from behind!
Tim stared at her. She seemed hypnotized by the porno of herself, her eyes devouring the images with a morbid curiosity. Tim was too petrified to move, and as the reality of the situation became clearer, his cock began to soften.
Crystal's mind raced as the video continued, the key players changing into a reverse cowgirl position. She watched as Brad rubbed her clit as she rode him. "That was a good night," she thought to herself wryly. The humiliation was decreasing with every passing moment, replaced with a curious sort of confidence derived from the fact that Tim had been masturbating to images of HER. She knew he had regular hardcore porn, with fancy angles and positions and big breasted porn stars at which to look. And still, he was watching a video of her.
A rush of adrenaline coursed through her as she continued to stare at the screen, though she had stopped processing the visuals. She knew boys liked her, but at such a young age, and so susceptible to insecurity, this affirmation of her appeal was like a drug. If she was desirable even to her brother, surely it must mean she was desirable, period. As her pussy got wetter and her clit continued to pound, heady with the surge of adrenaline, she made a decision.
She turned the television off and whipped around to face Tim, who looked like he was going to pee his sheets at any moment.
"Well?" Crystal demanded. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Tim just stared, unable to respond.
"You find your own sister sexy? Good masturbation material?"
Tim began to feel nauseous.
She grabbed her camisole at the bottom hem and lifted it above her boobs. "Is this hot to you?"
Tim stared, stupefied. His sister's golden breasts look great on film, and fucking amazing in the flesh. Nickel-sized brown areolas cushioned perfect, pencil-eraser nipples. Tim felt his cock beginning to harden again. He didn't know whether she was livid beyond reason or trying to turn him on, though he couldn't begin to entertain the latter in his discombobulation.
Crystal, nearly dizzy with adrenaline, pulled her camisole over head and threw it in his face. "I can't believe you. You probably think this is hot, too, huh?" she said angrily, turning her back to him and bending at the waist. Her boyshorts rode further up her ass, the stretchy, clingy material outlining her wet pussy.
Still bent at the waist, Crystal looked at Tim over her shoulder, pleased to see subtle movements beneath the pillow. From beneath, she began rubbing her pussy through her underwear. "Do you think about me doing this, you sick fuck? Do you think I lie in bed and rub one off to YOU?"
Tim still wasn't sure if she was about to slit his throat, but if she were, he was determined to enjoy the last few minutes of his life with the show his sister was putting on. He was now rubbing his cock with one hand, gazing at his sister's covered pussy. As she rubbed and pushed the fabric deeper into her cunt, he noticed a dark spot of moisture beginning to seep through. She
