Secrets Emerge
That evening, Karla remained sullen and she maintained a close eye on her brother to observe if he was acting any differently. Everything around the dining table seemed normal, which only added to Karla's irritation. After dinner, she hurried back to her room without explanation and remained sequestered for the rest of the evening. For the first time in years, she closed the both entrances to the bathroom and changed into pajamas to wear to bed instead of sleeping nude as she usually did.
The next day was a Saturday and Kris was kept busy working on their own yard. He had to clean up debris from storms during the previous two weeks, cut the grass, prune the shrubbery, edge around the driveway and street, and basically make it look appealing again. Karla's mother was out most of the day with clients and asked her daughter to take care of coming up with something for dinner.
Karla took off to spend time with Jenna and didn't return home until nearly 5pm. Kris was in the living room playing on his X-Box and didn't seem to notice her return. Karla went to check the camera hidden in her room and noted that it was still positioned the way she had left it. That just made her angry all over again as her impatience began to take control. She decided to give it one more day before confronting her brother and dealing with the problem head-on.
Sunday was a quiet day with everyone remaining home, which caused Karla to decide to wait another day to see if her brother noticed the mispositioned camera and tried to fix it. For the third night in a row, she changed in private and wore pajamas to bed, but halfway through the night, she ripped them off because she felt too warm and overly constricted by them.
Monday, Karla was at work most of the day and fully expected that the camera would be repositioned in her room when she returned home that afternoon. Her mother was busy all day meeting with clients either online or in-person, or working on her company's monthly finances. Kris was out all day working for the landscaping company and didn't return home until just after his sister.
When she returned home from work, Karla immediately checked and noted that the camera position was still unchanged, a fact that just seemed to irritate her more. Her mother was finishing up a late workout upstairs in her exercise room and Kris showed up from work about ten minutes later. He immediately took a shower and then went back into his room to check in with some friends on social media. Karla fumed a while longer before her anger took over and she barged into her brother's bedroom from the adjoining bathroom.
"Hey! What the fuck...?" he blurted out and he scrambled around to cover himself. Karla froze in the doorway, looking at her brother who had obviously been masturbating to something on his iPad. Getting past her initial shock, she rushed over to his bed and pulled away his iPad.
"What the fuck are you looking at, you son-of-a-bitch!" Karla yelled as she looked at the iPad screen. To her surprise and shock, she saw a video image of their mother drying off from her shower. Before she could say or do anything else, Kris snatched the tablet back.
"Gimme that!" he yelled back. By then, his hard dick had grown soft, but was still quite thick and enlarged. Karla glared at her brother, her face red with anger.
"So, is that what you've been doing all this time? Spying on me and Mom and jerking off to get your jollies?"
"No!" he retorted. In an attempt to deflect some of the accusations, he continued. "I never spied on you! Why would you think that?"
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Karla replied heatedly. "I found the video camera you put in my room!"
"I never put anything in your room. I have no idea what you're talking about," Kris said defiantly.
"Really?" Karla asked sarcastically. She went back to her room and returned a minute later carrying the video camera that had been hidden on top of her bookshelf. "Then where did this come from?"
Kris' eyes narrowed. "I don't know. That's not mine!" Looking closer, recognition dawned. "That's one of the home security cameras, but I didn't think Mom put any in our bedrooms."
Karla looked at the camera in her hand and back at her brother. "You really didn't put this in my room?" she asked.
"No, why would I?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you find voyeurism sexually exciting and you wanted to get your rocks off?" she answered cruelly. "After all, I just found you in here jerking off to Mom!"
Kris' face went red. "It's not like that at all...," he started, but then stopped.
"You're right, I don't understand anything about being a pervert," his sister replied just to twist the knife a little deeper into her twin brother.
Meanwhile, Kris was looking around his room and a few seconds later, he got up from his bed, finished pulling his shorts up and went over to his armoire. He stretched up on his toes and eventually managed to grab what he was looking for. Turning around, his hand held a video webcam that was identical to the one his sister was holding, but it was still plugged into an outlet behind the large piece of furniture.
"Looks like Mom put one in my room, too," he commented dryly.
"Wait a minute, you think Mom's been spying on us?" Karla asked incredulously.
"Who else could it be? I had completely forgotten that she put in a security system right after dad left. She's the only one who has the password to even control it, unless you still remember it."
"Hell no! I don't think I ever knew it, and I had forgotten about it, too!" his sister squealed.
"Why would Mom want to spy on us? Do you think she doesn't trust us or something?" Kris asked.
"No, I mean what have we ever done that would make her not trust us?" Karla uneasily thought back to her recent tryst with Jenna and wondered if her mother happened to see or record it on the hidden camera. That brought up a worrisome thought. "Do those things record, or just show what's going on in real-time?"
"I think they can record. I mean, they're meant to be part of a security system and I think they can be motion-activated to take a picture or record a video. Why?"
"Oh nothing. I was just wondering," Karla lied.
"So what do we do?" Kris asked his sister. "Do you want to go confront Mom and ask her 'what the fuck?' "
Karla didn't respond right away. Her head was spinning as she processed everything she had just learned in the previous minutes. Her first concern was whether her mother had seen her and Jenna a few days before in her room. If so, her mother was maintaining a remarkably normal outward behavior towards Karla. She was also more curious than upset about her brother's apparent sexual interest in their mother.
"I don't think so, at least, not right now," she told him. "We need to think real hard about what we would say and how she might react."
"So what do we do until then?" he asked.
"I think we just put the cameras back and not say anything. Maybe she put them up a long time ago and forgot about them. I say we put them back where they were, but not have them pointing where she can see anything." Even as Karla made that statement, she knew it wasn't true. Her bookcase had been moved at most, two weeks before. That told her that the camera in her room had been put in place in that period.
Kris used a chair to climb up and place the security webcam back on his armoire, but turned it to mostly face the wall. Karla went back to her room and put her camera back where she had it been earlier, plugged in, but pointing at the flower vase that was partially obscuring it.
While his sister was away, Kris opened his iPad and took a quick look at the camera feed from his mother's bedroom and bathroom. She was in neither, which left him feeling disappointed and he wondered if she actually went through her afternoon masturbation routine while he and Karla were arguing. He closed down the app and put his tablet away before leaving his room.
As he left his room, he ran into his sister in the hallway as she left her own bedroom. They paused and gave each other strange looks before heading out to the living room area. Not seeing their mother anywhere downstairs, they had a brief, whispered discussion before deciding to see if she was still upstairs.
They found her in her office, which caused the twins to let out their own, quiet sigh of relief. She was working on a spreadsheet and barely looked up when her children stepped in. "Hi kids," she said while tapping some data into her spreadsheet. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing," Karla said, taking the lead. "We were just wondering what was for dinner."
Lena paused and looked up quizzically. "I hadn't really thought about it. Was there something you guys wanted?"
