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We had prowled the summer night, ghosting through the alcohol-fuelled parties; jealous, disapproving and lust–filled eyes all over me.
Back home, I had stared haughtily into the lens of Felix’s camcorder, posed for him, lowering the tone as I teased, masturbated for his pleasure.
As we fucked, the camera never left his hand, documenting the performance of his young Wife’s mouth, her pussy and her ass hole.
Aroused at the memory, I slide the disk into the player, eager for us to relive the moment right now on TV.
The screen comes to life and I see the grainy image of Felix stripped to the waist filming himself in the mirror, eyes glinting like the ocean.
He turns slowly, panning round our bedroom.
A queasy wave of uncertainty crests within me.
This is not the way I remember the film beginning.
The camera viewfinder locates me on our bed, its autofocus lagging behind, showing nothing more than a blurry outline of a tall, pale skinned girl with a huge waterfall of thick black hair.
The image swims into focus.
But the girl is not me. Luanalove freecam bd.
As I look at her, my heart freezes, stops beating entirely.
Everything before me hardens, turning to ice, reality slowing down.
Behind me I am vaguely aware of the bathroom door creaking open.
Onscreen, the girl stares back at me with her cold, superior countenance.
She sits with her legs folded beneath her, wearing exquisite undergarments of black lace, perfectly tailored to her curves, cut from fabrics difficult to obtain.
Though she is a few years younger than me, we look strikingly similar.
I know her very well.
She is my sister.
I feel Felix’s horror as he stands behind me, rooted to the spot.
On screen he and my sister touch, the camera lens pointing downward into her snake-like eyes as she begins to suck him off.
I watch him taunt her open mouth with his cock, push himself between her pert little tits, smear himself across her belly before pushing languidly between her thighs, bearing down.
As he fucks her, the camcorder lingers on her face, her long eyelashes sensually closed and a gloating smile on her lips.
When I turn to face him, I can see by his body language that he is afraid I am going to come at him.
I am a big, tall girl, but he is bigger and far stronger.
However Felix’s only experience of fighting is occasional altercations with unscrupulous brokers, thieving transients and drunken neighbours.
Me, I am fast, agile, honed.
Necessity has taught me that to strike must be to kill, to leave an opponent in no condition to counter.
Though it is against my nature, I know what it is to extinguish the flame of life from a human being. Read Full Post…