Stepsister's Secret Videos

I still remember the exact moment my life changed forever. It was a Tuesday afternoon in late August, the kind of suffocating summer day where the air conditioning struggles to keep up and your clothes stick to your skin within minutes of stepping outside. I had just turned nineteen, home from my freshman year at State, and I was supposed to be house-sitting for my stepsister while she attended some professional development conference in Chicago.

Let me back up. My name is Ethan, and I've been blessed—or perhaps cursed—with a stepsister who defies every stereotype about blended families being awkward or distant. Her name is Victoria, though everyone calls her Tori. She's twenty-four, five years older than me, and she's been my stepsister since I was twelve when my dad married her mom. Tori was the cool older sister I never had, the one who taught me how to shave, who covered for me when I came home drunk from my first high school party, who helped me navigate the treacherous waters of teenage social dynamics.

She's also, objectively speaking, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.

I know how that sounds. I know the psychology of it—the Westermarck effect, proximity attraction, all the academic explanations for why step-siblings sometimes develop inappropriate feelings. But knowing the science doesn't change the reality of walking into a room and feeling your heart stutter because your stepsister just bent over to pick something up and her yoga pants are hugging every curve of her perfect ass.

Tori is five-foot-seven with the kind of athletic build that comes from years of competitive swimming in high school and college. She has honey-blonde hair that falls in loose waves past her shoulders, green eyes that seem to shift color depending on the light, and a smile that could melt glaciers. Her body is toned and curvy in all the right places—full C-cup breasts that bounce when she laughs, a narrow waist that flares into hips made for grabbing, and long, toned legs that seem to go on forever.

I've been hopelessly, desperately attracted to her since I was about sixteen. For three years, I've lived in a constant state of semi-arousal whenever she's around, stealing glances at her cleavage when she leans over, memorizing the way her nipples press against thin fabric when she's cold, cataloging every glimpse of her panties when she wears short skirts around the house.

But I've always been the good little stepbrother. Respectful. Appropriate. Never crossing the line.

Until that Tuesday in August.

Tori had given me her spare key and asked me to water her plants and collect her mail while she was away for the week. "Make yourself at home," she'd said, hugging me goodbye at the airport, her breasts pressing against my chest in a way that made my teenage cock stir in my jeans. "There's beer in the fridge, snacks in the pantry, and my Netflix password is on the sticky note by the TV."

What she didn't mention was the external hard drive sitting on her desk in the home office.

I discovered it on my second day of house-sitting. I'd finished watering the plants and was bored out of my mind, so I decided to check my email on her computer rather than going back to my dad's house. That's when I noticed it—a sleek black external drive labeled "PERSONAL - DO NOT OPEN" in Tori's neat handwriting.

Curiosity, as they say, killed the cat. Or in this case, awakened the beast.

I told myself I was just looking for a movie to watch. Maybe she'd downloaded some films I hadn't seen. I plugged the drive into her computer and opened the folder, expecting to find Hollywood blockbusters or maybe some work documents.

What I found instead was a meticulously organized directory of homemade pornography.

There were folders labeled by date, going back nearly two years. Folders with names like "Solo Sessions," "Toy Play," "Shower Fun," and "Special Requests." My hands were shaking as I clicked on the most recent folder, dated just two weeks prior, and opened the first video file.

The screen filled with Tori's bedroom, filmed from a tripod angle I immediately recognized. And then there she was, walking into frame wearing nothing but a sheer white babydoll lingerie set that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Hi, baby," she purred to the camera, her voice sultry and thick with desire. "I know you wanted something special for your birthday..."

I should have closed the laptop. I should have unplugged the drive, walked away, and never thought about it again. That's what a decent stepbrother would have done.

Instead, I unzipped my jeans.

Tori began to dance for the camera, her hips swaying in slow, hypnotic circles as she ran her hands up her sides, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric. The babydoll was completely see-through, her dark nipples visible against the white lace, her shaved pussy barely concealed by a matching thong.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she continued, her fingers tracing down her stomach to toy with the waistband of her panties. "Thinking about your hard cock. Thinking about how good you feel inside me."

She turned around, giving the camera a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass as she bent forward slightly, letting the babydoll ride up and expose her thong-clad cheeks. I was already rock hard, my cock throbbing in my hand as I stroked myself in time with her movements.

Tori straightened up and slowly, teasingly, pulled the babydoll over her head. Her breasts bounced free, heavy and perfect with rose-pink nipples that were already hard and erect. She cupped them, squeezing them together, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until she let out a soft moan.

"Do you like what you see, baby?" she asked the camera, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do you want to see more?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Her hands slid down her flat stomach to her thong, and in one smooth motion, she pushed it down her thighs and stepped out of it. She was completely naked now, her body on full display, and I was stroking my cock furiously, precum leaking from the tip as I watched my stepsister expose herself.

Tori crawled onto the bed, positioning herself on her back with her legs spread wide. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every detail of her glistening pussy, her swollen clit peeking out from between her slick folds.

"I've been so wet thinking about you," she whispered, her fingers trailing down to circle her clit. "I need to cum so bad, baby. Watch me. Watch me cum for you."

Her fingers began to move in tight, rapid circles over her clit, her hips bucking slightly as she pleasured herself. Her other hand went to her breast, pinching and pulling at her nipple, her back arching off the bed as the pleasure built.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, her fingers moving faster. "I'm so close. I'm going to cum so hard for you."

I was right there with her, my hand a blur on my cock as I watched my stepsister masturbate. The sound of her wet fingers sliding through her arousal filled the speakers, mixing with her breathy moans and gasps.

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" she cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Her hips bucked wildly, her fingers never stopping their assault on her clit as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. I couldn't hold back anymore. With a strangled groan, I shot my load all over my hand and stomach, my cum spurting in thick ropes as I watched my stepsister ride out her own climax.

When it was over, I sat there in stunned silence, my heart pounding, my cock still twitching, my hand covered in my own cum. I'd just masturbated to my stepsister. I'd just shot my load watching her finger herself on camera.

And I wanted more.

Over the next three days, I became obsessed. I copied the entire contents of that external drive to my own laptop, spending hours each day watching Tori's videos, learning her body, memorizing every curve and crevice, every sound she made when she came. I discovered that she had a collection of toys—vibrators, dildos, anal beads, nipple clamps—and she wasn't shy about using any of them on camera.

I learned that she was making these videos for her boyfriend, Derek, a pharmaceutical sales rep who traveled constantly for work. I learned that she had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, that she loved talking dirty to the camera, that she had a particular fondness for anal play and double penetration fantasies.

I learned that my sweet, innocent stepsister was a complete and total freak in the bedroom.

And I loved it.

By Friday, I'd watched every video on that drive at least three times. I'd jerked off so many times I was starting to get raw. And I was developing a plan.

Tori was coming home Saturday evening. I decided I would "accidentally" leave my laptop open on her desk, the video player paused on one of her most explicit scenes. I wanted her to know that I knew. I wanted to see her reaction. I wanted... I didn't even know what I wanted. But I knew I couldn't go back to pretending I didn't know what I knew.

Saturday arrived, and I spent the day in a state of nervous anticipation. I set up the laptop exactly as planned, the screen displaying Tori in the middle of a particularly intense toy session, her face contorted in ecstasy as she fucked herself with a large purple dildo.

And then I waited.

Tori's flight landed at six. By seven-thirty, I heard her key in the lock.

"Ethan? Are you here?" she called out, dropping her suitcase in the entryway.

"In the office!" I called back, my voice cracking slightly.

I heard her footsteps approaching, the click of her heels on the hardwood floor. And then she was in the doorway, her eyes going immediately to the laptop screen, her face draining of color as she realized what she was looking at.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her hand going to her mouth. "Ethan, what... what is this?"

I stood up from the chair, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I found your external drive," I said quietly. "I've been watching your videos all week."

The silence that followed was deafening. Tori stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. I could see the wheels turning in her head, the panic setting in, the realization that her deepest, darkest secret had been exposed.

"You're my stepbrother," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is... this is so fucked up, Ethan."

"I know," I admitted. "But I can't stop thinking about you, Tori. I've wanted you for years. And now that I've seen you... seen what you like... I can't pretend anymore."

Tori's eyes flicked down to my crotch, and I realized I was hard again, my erection obvious through my jeans. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked away quickly.

"You need to leave," she said, her voice trembling. "We can't... we can't ever talk about this again."

"Is that what you really want?" I asked, taking a step toward her. "Because I saw the way you looked at me just now. I saw your eyes go to my cock. You're thinking about it, aren't you? You're wondering what it would feel like."

"Stop," she said, but there was no conviction in it.

"I've watched you cum a hundred times this week," I continued, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I've watched you fuck yourself with toys, watched you finger your ass, watched you scream and moan and beg for more. And every time, I imagined it was me making you feel that way."

Tori's breathing had become shallow and rapid. She was still looking away from me, but I could see her nipples hardening beneath her silk blouse, could see the flush spreading down her neck to her chest.

"You're my brother," she repeated, but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Stepbrother," I corrected. "No blood relation. Just two people who grew up together. Two people who know each other better than anyone else. Two people who are clearly attracted to each other."

I took another step closer, close enough now to smell her perfume, to feel the heat radiating from her body. "Tell me you haven't thought about it," I challenged. "Tell me you've never wondered what it would be like. Tell me you don't want to know if I'm as good in real life as I am in your fantasies."

Tori turned to face me then, her green eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and arousal. "You have no idea what you're asking for," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You think watching some videos makes you understand me? You think you can handle the things I like?"

"Try me," I said, holding her gaze.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The tension between us was electric, crackling in the air like a storm about to break. And then, slowly, deliberately, Tori reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.

"Fine," she said, her voice steady now, controlled. "You want to play this game, little brother? Let's play. But we're going to do it my way. And once we start, there's no going back."

Tori's blouse hit the floor, followed quickly by her bra, her skirt, and her panties. She stood before me completely naked, her body even more perfect in person than it had been on screen, her skin glowing in the soft lamplight of the office.

"Strip," she commanded, and I obeyed, tearing off my clothes with shaking hands until I stood before her equally naked, my cock standing straight out from my body, throbbing with need.

Tori's eyes roamed over me, appraising me like a piece of meat. "Not bad," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Bigger than I expected. Thicker, too."

She circled me slowly, her fingers trailing across my chest, my back, my ass. When she came around to the front again, she wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing it firmly, making me groan with pleasure.

"Here's how this is going to work," she said, her thumb circling the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the precum that was already leaking from the tip. "We're going to make a video. A new video. One that never leaves this house. And in that video, you're going to prove to me that you can handle me. That you can give me what I need."

"What do you need?" I asked, my voice strained.

Tori leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "I need to be dominated," she whispered. "I need to be used. I need someone who isn't afraid to get rough, who knows how to take control and make me his dirty little slut. Can you do that, Ethan? Can you be that for me?"

I grabbed her then, my hands rough on her hips, pulling her against me so she could feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her. "I can be whatever you need," I growled, my mouth finding hers in a brutal, claiming kiss.

Tori melted against me, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine in a clash of desire. She tasted like mint and something sweeter, something uniquely her. I kissed her like a starving man, my hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to cup her ass and pull her even closer.

"Camera," she gasped when we finally broke apart. "Set it up. I want this recorded. I want to watch it later and see exactly how you fuck me."

I grabbed her video camera from the desk, the same one she'd used in all her other videos, and set it up on the tripod, angling it to capture the entire office. Tori posed for me, bending over her desk so her ass was facing the camera, her pussy already glistening with arousal.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder. "You want to see your stepsister's pussy? You want to see how wet she is for you?"

I approached her slowly, my cock bobbing with each step. "Spread your legs," I ordered, and she obeyed, widening her stance until her pussy lips parted slightly, revealing the pink flesh within.

I reached out and ran a finger through her slit, gathering her wetness, bringing it to my lips to taste her. She was sweet and musky, addictive. I groaned at the flavor, wanting more.

"You're soaked," I observed, sliding two fingers inside her without warning, making her gasp and push back against my hand.

"Fuck," she moaned. "Yes, I'm soaked. I've been wet since I walked in and saw you watching my video. I've been thinking about this all week, ever since I gave you my key. Hoping you'd find the drive. Hoping you'd watch."

"You wanted this?" I asked, pumping my fingers in and out of her tight channel, feeling her muscles clench around me.

"I wanted you to know," she admitted, her voice breathy. "I wanted you to see what I like. What I need. I've been fantasizing about you for months, Ethan. Ever since I walked in on you in the shower last summer and saw how big you'd gotten."

I remembered that day. I'd been jerking off, thinking I was alone in the house, and Tori had come home early from work. She'd apologized and left quickly, but not before getting an eyeful of my hard cock. I'd been embarrassed for weeks. Now I learned she'd been fantasizing about it ever since.

"Turn around," I commanded, pulling my fingers from her pussy and bringing them to her lips. "Taste yourself. Taste how much you want this."

Tori opened her mouth and sucked my fingers clean, her eyes locked on mine, her tongue swirling around my digits. It was the single hottest thing I'd ever seen.

"On your knees," I ordered next, and she slid off the desk to kneel before me, her face level with my cock. "Suck me. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

Tori didn't hesitate. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, her hand gripping the base. She took me deeper, inch by inch, until I felt the back of her throat, until her nose was pressed against my stomach.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hands finding her hair, gripping it tight. "That's it. Take it all. Be a good girl and take your stepbrother's cock."

She moaned around me, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through my body. She began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down my shaft, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her other hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently.

Tori was an expert cocksucker, that much was clear. She knew exactly how to use her tongue, when to apply suction, when to pull back and tease. She had me on the edge within minutes, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her, trying to pull back, but she grabbed my ass and held me in place, her eyes looking up at me with a challenge.

I exploded in her mouth, my cum shooting down her throat in thick pulses. Tori swallowed every drop, her throat working around my shaft, milking me dry. When I was finished, she pulled back slowly, licking her lips, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Good boy," she purred, standing up and kissing me, letting me taste myself on her tongue. "But we're just getting started. I'm not done with you yet."

Tori led me to her bedroom, the camera in my hand, capturing every moment. She wanted this documented, wanted to be able to relive it, and I was more than happy to oblige.

Her bedroom was decorated in soft whites and grays, with a king-sized bed that dominated the space. She climbed onto it, positioning herself in the center, her legs spread wide, her pussy on full display.

"Come here," she beckoned, her fingers trailing through her wetness. "I need you inside me, Ethan. I need to feel my stepbrother's cock stretching me open."

I crawled onto the bed between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance. I rubbed the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her arousal, teasing her clit with each pass.

"Please," she whimpered, her hips bucking, trying to impale herself on me. "Stop teasing. Fuck me. Fuck your sister."

I slammed into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. She was tight, so fucking tight, her pussy gripping me like a vice, hot and wet and perfect.

"Oh god," she moaned, her nails digging into my back. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck me hard."

I began to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had the bed creaking and the headboard banging against the wall. Tori wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster.

"Is this what you wanted?" I grunted, pounding into her. "You wanted your little stepbrother to fuck you like a whore?"

"Yes," she gasped, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "I'm your whore, Ethan. I'm your dirty little slut. Use me. Use my body."

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her in place as I ravaged her pussy. She was moaning constantly now, a continuous stream of filth falling from her lips.

"Fuck me harder. Make me cum. Oh god, your cock feels so good. I've wanted this for so long. Fuck your sister's pussy. Fill me up. Breed me, Ethan. I want your cum inside me."

Her words were driving me wild, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel her pussy fluttering around me, her orgasm building, her muscles tensing.

"Are you going to cum for me?" I demanded, shifting my angle to hit that spot inside her that made her scream. "Are you going to cum on your stepbrother's cock?"