Boys Are Easy

I slid that camera up on the bathroom shelf before dinner. Knew Bailey and Alex would show up like they always did when mom was at work. Watched the whole thing later—my stepsister on her knees between Alex's thighs, tongues sloppy, whispering about how fucked they were if anyone found out. Next morning I dropped it on Bailey like I was asking about the weather. Her face went white. I left her standing there with her mouth open. Couple nights later she texts me. Both girls in her room when I open the door, nervous, negotiating. Delete the video, they say, and they'll put on a show. So they start. Bailey's got Alex's nipple between her teeth, hand working between her legs. Then they look at me. Bailey crawls over first, takes my cock straight to the back of her throat while Alex gets underneath, tongue dragging over my balls, warm and wet. Neither one of them shy now. Bailey climbs up, lines me up, sinks down slow. Her pussy's dripping, squeezes every inch. Alex holds her steady, watches it disappear. My stepsister rides like she’s done this before in her head a hundred times. When Alex takes her turn she’s soaked through, begging for it, nails digging my thighs while Bailey fingers her from the side. I flip Bailey onto all fours. Alex lies under her, licking both of us—her girlfriend's clit, then my shaft, dirty little comments right in my ear every time I bottom out. 'She loves her stepbrother's dick,' Alex says. 'Look how bad she needs it.' I can’t hold it. Pull out and shoot across Bailey's back, Alex's tongue chasing every drop. Cameras, man. Best fucking invention.