At twenty-four, Henry is adventurous for being a skinny nerd. But after breaking up with his fiancée, he’s not sure if he’s lucky enough to have the kind of hot and kinky sex he prefers, even if he’s well-endowed enough to impress any horny hookup. That is, until he discovers a secret perk of installing security cameras in his house.
Henry’s barely legal brother, Charlie, is staying over for the weekend. He’s a himbo jock in high school who’s both straight and hot. Charlie may or may not have forgotten about the camera in the guestroom he’s in. But when in private, he definitely hasn’t forgotten how to behave like a naughty little boy whose sexuality is highly questionable.
For Henry, being a voyeur instead of physically involved not only satisfies his kinky desires, but it will also get him to see his kid brother in a whole new and horny light.
Spying On My Kid Brother is a 2,200-word short story.
I couldn’t believe it. I was in bed late at night, naked with my phone and earbuds. I lifted my glasses from sliding down my nose every so often, my head lowered in focus as I watched something I shouldn’t. With my fist around the shaft of my nine-inch dick, I slowly stroked to what was essentially live porn, stopping every so often. What was wrong with me? I tried hard not to masturbate to what the camera revealed: an illicit act coming from Charlie, my barely legal brother who was all grown up like a fully developed jock.
After a neighbor’s rebellious teen son had stayed here for a few days a while back, he’d stolen from me, prompting me to install security cameras in every room of the house except for the bathrooms.
Little had I known what I’d catch just by turning on my phone’s cam app and switching to the guestroom. Charlie was staying with me for the weekend, and what a weekend of discovery. It was only Friday night, and I wondered if I’d get to see this again tomorrow night.
I was nothing like my kid brother, except for being smooth, and having the same brown hair and brown eyes. My flat-assed twig of a body and boyish face made everyone think I was the younger brother, and it didn’t help that Charlie was taller than me. But I had a much-bigger dick than he did, by the looks of it. Our other major difference was the fact that I was a geek who looked like a typical nerd—proudly so—while he was kind of a himbo.
But why was he doing this to himself? He was supposed to be straight. He’d had girlfriends and was on the football team at the small-town high school here in northern Wisconsin. Yet there he was in the lamp-lit guestroom, caught on cam.
Charlie ground his big bubble butt against the thick dildo that was suctioned to the wall, plowing himself like a horny bottom I’d seen many times on porn—except hotter. He sucked on another thick dildo while jacking himself off with his other hand, both holes stuffed. Every sound he made was crystal clear, from his horny breaths to the occasional moans he let out, erecting my leaking dick even more.