When Alex lost his job and couldn't pay his rent, Abby let him crash on her couch for a while. She thought he could be a dick at times, but he was her brother, and she felt sympathetic. That is, it was better than making him move back in with their mother. They were fraternal twins, so they had grown more tired of each other than even other siblings typically do. On the other hand, they were closer than most other siblings as well.
Abby came home early from work on a Friday afternoon. Her apartment was fairly small, being designed for only one person. She wasn't surprised, per se, to walk in on Alex jerking off. Her first thought was, "Well, people do masturbate, after all." He was on the couch, watching some really grainy porn on his laptop.
For a second, she considered just walking back out before he noticed her, but then Alex said, "Oh shit, Abby." She thought he'd realized she'd come home, but something in the way he said it.... Then she realized the woman on screen was her. It was footage of her in the bathroom taking a piss.
"What the fuck are you DOING?!" Abby shouted.
"Oh shit! Abby!" Alex said again, this time frantically falling off the couch and trying to pull up his pants.
"You took video of me in fucking bathroom, you fucking perv?!" she yelled, moving toward him. She hit him with her purse and slammed the laptop lid. Then she grabbed the computer off the coffee table. "Get out!"
"M-my laptop..." he began.
"Get the fuck out of my house, Alex!"
He left, of course. Ran out, actually. He was too ashamed and embarrassed to do anything but leave.
Abby went outside and smoked a cigarette, which she almost never did anymore unless she was drinking. She was so pissed at him. But what freaked her out was that... she felt sort of... flattered. And turned on. She shuddered, and paced up and down the sidewalk, trying to shake the feeling out of her head. Yes, she was definitely a touch horny, she decided. It didn't feel as slimy as it should.
She mulled this over as she walked back into the apartment. It was totally and undeniably skeevy that Alex videoed her in the bathroom. Maybe even skeevier that he was her brother. Still, she couldn't shake the recurring thought that the temptation was just too great. Maybe she was simply too sexy to resist, but the taboo of incest prohibited Alex from sharing his true feelings with her. Shouldn't she be more grossed out? If it were anyone else, she would have called the cops by now.
Back inside, she poured herself a glass of wine, then sat down on the couch, her mind no longer quite racing... but still turning over a great many thoughts. The laptop was in front of her on the coffee table. She opened the lid and it resumed, the frozen video image still on the screen. She set the video back to the beginning and, in what must have been the oddest feeling moment of her life, hit play. Pure narcissism? She wasn't sure. Maybe she just wasn't thinking clearly. The video wasn't too long, and it was grainy. From the camera angle, it seemed like Alex must have installed the camera in the wall somewhere, low. Probably the outlet, she realized. "Sneaky fucker," she muttered to herself. He had clearly edited the video. It started with Abby stripping out of her robe and then getting into the shower. Then there was a clear break, and she watched herself get out of the shower, dry off, and then pee. He had cut the video off after she put on her robe.
The more she thought about this, the more confused she was. She had just watched a peeper video of herself... taken by her twin brother, who used it as masturbation fodder. She should, she felt, be disgusted. But she found watching the video of herself was fascinating.
Abby downed the rest of the glass of wine. She closed the video player, which revealed an entire folder of video files. She clicked into another. It was much like the one she had just watched. Even though it was just like the other, she still couldn't look away. "Something must be wrong with me," she decided. "I'm so vain and fucked up that I can't stop looking at myself naked." Worse, she was still turned on.
"Fuck it," she said to herself. Abby figured if she was so damned horny, she may as well get herself off. Also, she had an idea. After poking through the programs menu, she found the application to start the webcam, and she appeared on the screen in front of herself. She winked at her reflection, then smiled. "Hello, you sexy bitch," she said. She turned her head left, then right, examining her face in profile. She made duck lips, then scowled at herself and shook her head.
Abby unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall behind her on the couch. She pushed the cups of her pink polka-dotted bra inward, squeezing her breasts together, but then frowned. Releasing her tits, she wiggled side to side, then sighed. "Tiny tits," she muttered. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, then slid it off, revealing her small ("But perky!" she told herself) boobs to the webcam. She examined them on the screen. Abby decided she really liked her nipples. They were small, just the right size for her breasts. And at the moment, they were hard. She wet the tip of her right middle finger on her tongue, then traced the areola of her right breast, pinching the nipple when she completed the loop. She squeaked slightly, then laughed at herself: she'd pinched too hard. She repeated this ritual on her left nipple (pinching less hard this time). Then, feeling decidedly silly, she squeezed her boobs together again, tilted her head down, and with a very serious face said, "It's okay tiny tits. I love you anyway."
Abby stood and unclasped her slacks. She removed her pants and panties in one motion, showing the webcam, from this angle, just her thighs, hips, and what pubic hair she hadn't trimmed away, a little sliver above her labia. She sat back down, but realized that she couldn't see the good bits on screen. She reached over and pulled the laptop screen forward, tilting the camera down slightly, then propped her feet on the coffee table to either side of the computer. "Aha," she said to herself. The feeling of uneasiness had largely subsided, and Abby had mostly forgotten about Alex. She was too engrossed by her little experiment.
With both hands, Abby peeled back her outer labia, exposing her pink inner pussy lips to the camera. She dipped her middle finger into her pussy, and used it to pull some of her wetness up to her clitoris. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing herself this way. She was surprised by how wet she was, and her body caught her off guard when she touched her clit. Abby, like many women, had never really looked at her pussy. Certainly she had never really looked at it while playing with herself. "Oh god, that's hot," she said unconsciously, almost in a whisper.
Abby massaged her clit slowly, letting her body tingle while watching the movement on screen. Then, she remembered that she'd witnessed a similar scene not long ago, when she'd walked in on Alex wanking. Without thinking she asked, " Isn't this what you really wanted to see, Alex?" She moved both hands down and spread her slit as wide as she could, slightly exposing her asshole to the camera as she slid down. " Didn't you really want to see my pussy, you dirty fucking perv?" Abby couldn't believe how hot she was, but she figured it didn't matter. Fantasy was just that, after all, so what was the harm?
An idea occurred to her. "No," she said aloud. "This is what you wanted to see." With one hand she kept her lips spread, and with the other grabbed her empty wine glass from the coffee table. She held the glass beneath her slit and began to pee into it. Once again, she was bewildered by how arousing it was to watch herself. To watch herself pee, of all things! "Mmm," she moaned, filling the glass. Before she placed piss glass back on the table she said, "I should save this to throw in your fucking face, Alex."
Abby went back the business at hand: getting herself off. She returned to rubbing her clit, but quickly escalated to fingering herself, using the heel of her hand to keep friction on the clit. All the while she watched herself on screen, and she came quickly. She dried her hands on her discarded panties.
When she clicked to close the video window, a prompt appeared. "Do you want to save this file before exiting?" She hadn't realized that the camera had been recording. She moused over "No" but hesitated. She had been incredibly turned on and, despite having just masturbated, was still quite horny. She wondered how far she would go on this perverse little jaunt. She could save the file, then send it to herself, and get rid of it later if she thought better of it. This, however, is not what she did. Abby clicked "Yes" and saved the video in the same folder where Alex had saved his spycam movies. Then, she deleted all of the videos except the one she'd just made.
After tidying the living room, and emptying the wine glass and washing it, she sent Alex a text message: "Come back."
It was late when Alex returned to the apartment. Not knowing his standing with Abby, he knocked. There was no answer, so he let himself in. He had anticipated finding all of his things in a pile by the door with a note that read, "Take your stuff and get out." Instead, the apartment looked as it usually did. In fact, his laptop was exactly where he'd left it. "Abby?" he called into the apartment, but she didn't respond. Her bedroom door was closed, so he assumed she had fallen asleep.
Alex sat down in front of the laptop. It was in sleep mode, so he touched the mousepad and the screen reactivated. His video folder was open on the desktop, but only one file remained. He thought it was odd that she would delete all but one. He had noticed the empty wine glass in the drying rack, so maybe she had just been tipsy and missed it. He stood and looked around the apartment, then sat back down and double-clicked the video file. He didn't have time to wonder which file she hadn't deleted before being pleasantly surprised by what was playing on his screen.
"Oh Jesus," he said to himself, then without taking his eyes from the screen called again, "Abby?!" Still no answer. He watched slack jawed as the video progressed, his cock throbbing under his pants. It was, after all, his most perverse sexual fantasy come true. When the pre-recorded Abby asked, " Didn't you really want to see my pussy, you dirty fucking perv?" Alex said, "Yes, baby, yes." And a few moments later, when the video showed Abby pissing in the glass, Alex nearly came in his pants. "Oh god, yes," he whimpered.
