Author's Note: This story involves elements of incest (step-siblings), lesbianism, group sex, and exhibitionism/voyeurism. If any of these turn you off, please look elsewhere for a story to read. I would like to thank sexy_skittles for her editing assistance.
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Ring-ring. Ring-ring
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I knew that was my sister's cell phone ring. Kim, however, was not here, having left about an hour earlier with her friend Erica. Finding her phone in the cushions of the sofa, I saw that it was a call from Erica, or at least from Erica's phone. It appeared that Erica was helping Kim find her phone.
I unlocked the phone and answered it
"Hello Erica. It's Charlie."
I then heard my sister's voice on the other end,
"No, Charlie. It's me! I'm using Erica's phone. I couldn't find my phone and I was hoping that I left it at your place."
"Yeah, sis. Your phone is here with me."
I was surprised that it took this long for her to realize that she left her phone behind. Her phone was so important to her, as cell phones are important to many people these days.
Our phone call continued a short while. She was so happy that she did not really lose her phone. She needed it and told me she would be driving back out to my house later that night to pick it up. I told her that was fine. I would be home. If needed, she had a key and could let herself in. I would leave her phone on the table.
I thought our relationship was complicated, but it was about to get far more complicated. I was 32, and unattached at the time to any specific female companion. I lived alone in a home I bought about four years earlier on the outskirts of the city. It was a long drive into downtown each day for work, but the homes out in the suburbs were much more reasonably priced.
Kim was my 21 year old step-sister. She was a junior at the local university located downtown. As I lived several miles from her campus, she found it more convenient to live on campus. But she came out to my home on Sundays to visit and have dinner. Often her roommate and best friend Erica came with her.
Kim and I lost our parents about two years ago when they were killed in an auto accident. Actually it was my dad married to her mother. Kim had previously lost her real father to a heart attack, and I had lost my mother to breast cancer some years back. So now it was just Kim and me. As an older brother I continued to look out for her, I took care of her, and I made sure that she stayed in college. Our weekly dinners together kept us close, or so I thought.
I first met Kim ten years ago when our parents first started dating. I was a senior at the university and seldom home. Kim was eleven and still in grade school. Over the years, from my weekly visits to our parent's home, I watched Kim grow up to become a beautiful young woman. She had flowing, long red hair, green eyes, an infectious smile and a great body, if I may say so as her older brother. I didn't think about Kim in a sexual way, but I did know how sexy she looked and how she must have caught the attention of many men. I was not bad looking myself at six feet tall, 180 pounds with a lean muscular build, dark hair and dark eyes. I exercised daily to keep myself in great shape. I believed that Kim also exercised regularly. A great habit we both learned from our parents.
Ending the phone call I noticed that her cell phone home screen had icons for camera, photo gallery, and Google Drive storage. I thought to myself about the things that a beautiful young woman could do with that collection of Apps. I resisted the temptation to look at her gallery or her cloud storage. I could view them, I was certain. I knew all her frequently used passwords. But I resisted the temptation to snoop on her.
I remembered my days at college, wanting to be independent and free from parental oversight. Yes, I knew that my parents still wanted to know what I was doing, who I was hanging out with, and where I went. But there is a stage in life where each of us must learn to live our own life. As blossoming young adults we yearn to be ourselves. And our parents learn to let go of the child, and let us stand or fall on our own. I had recently been there as the child, and now I must play the parent to my young sister and let her be her own person. I must resist the temptation to spy upon my sister, to view the photos she took.
I put down her phone on the table where she would easily find it.
Over the years Kim had asked me for help with all things technology; her cell, her tablet, her laptop, even syncing her phone to her car's Bluetooth. I had helped her configure all these items. I knew all her usernames and passwords. However, I knew she was smart enough to do all these things herself. I think she asked for my help to make me feel useful and important in her life. Maybe she wanted me to believe I knew all her accounts and passwords in case I did want to spy on her. Maybe she kept other accounts hidden from me. But I didn't know and I wasn't going to lose any sleep over this.
An hour or so later, while I was watching TV, Kim returned to get her phone. She thanked me for helping her locate her phone by answering it. She talked about how important her phone was in her life; phone calls, text messages, emails, calendar, class schedules and assignments, to-do lists, and photos and videos. Playfully she said
"I hope you didn't look at any of my naughty photos."
Before I could respond, she grabbed her phone, purse, car keys, and out the door she ran.