Chapter 33 Little Secret (3)

Tara froze, then whipped around and crept back into the livingroom. She arrived just in time to see William's door close nearly shut.

"Did he see that? Did he see me? Oh god! How much did he see!?" Panicked, Tara crawled to her panties and bra and threw them on before sneaking upstairs. How much had her brother seen? She couldn't know. Maybe he woke up just at the end and didn't see anything? Tara tried to convince herself that was it, but her heart seized when she heard her name through his door. Hardly breathing or moving, she knelt down and peeked into his room.

William's dim bedside lamp illuminated the room as well as his occupied bed. He certainly hadn't been studying. Pictures scattered over the sheets, some spilling onto the floor, and many more cluttered in a nearby shoebox. He lay amid them, back turned to the door, moving just so slightly under his sheets. He was definitely awake though, and Tara leaned in to hear him whispering.

"You deserve better than that, Kitty."

Tara recoiled and tensed to leap back. But he didn't turn. Instead he continued muttering, "You always bring back guys like that. Why? Why do you always sell yourself short? God damn it sis..." He rolled onto his back, and Tara glimpsed the picture in his hands. It was her.

It hit her. Tara took a closer look into his room and found herself in every photo lying around. Some were normal, her smiling with friends or posing for the camera. But the most worn of them were different: One taken at the beech a few years ago when she got a new string bikini. Another when she dressed up for Halloween as a pirate wench, skimpiness flaunted. And then there was one of her just coming out of the shower, towel just barely covering her still-dripping body. That last one could only have been taken from William's doorway.

Tara's heart started pounding. "Why... why does he have all these...?" The more she looked the more secretly-taken pictures she discovered. Many of them showed off her casual dress in the house, the big t-shirts hardly covering her panties and the sports bras with workout shorts. William had been taking them all these years, she realized -- he always carried his camera around and developed lots of great pictures, but he never mentioned the ones now strewn about his room.

"Kitty..." Thomas sighed, commanding Tara's eyes back to her brother. He had called her Kitty since he was little, and he was the only one that Tara allowed to do that. He engrossed himself in a particularly worn picture in his one hand, but where his other one was Tara couldn't see. That is, until he pulled back the sheet.

"Mmmm," Tara's brother groaned, stroking his c*ck to his big sister's picture. Tara's mouth fell open -- William thought that way about her!? Thankfully her voice froze along with the rest of her, so William kept stroking his hardening c*ck and staring at Tara's picture. "I'd be so much better to you, sis..." he murmured, his precum shimmering and dripping down his knuckles. He had been masturbating for awhile.

"That fucker!" Tara screamed in her mind, "How can he say that!?" Tara had half a mind to bash open the door and beat his senses back into him, but she couldn't. She couldn't move from the spot, or even close her gaping mouth. Her eyes trained on her little brother, particularly on his far-from-little c*ck as he coaxed it to life.

"What a fucker!" William growled, fist gripping around his shaft, "He didn't even care about her. Didn't even try to feel up Kitty's thighs... her p*ssy..." His pumping milked another bead of precum from his engorged member. Tara watched transfixed as it spilled down his shaft. "I bet he never even ate her out... none of them did. Sis would taste so... sweet..."

This wasn't real. Tara rooted to the spot, listening to her little brother say such dirty things about her. Things he shouldn't have known. It was true none of her boyfriends ever offered to go down on her, and she honestly thought she didn't want them to. But when William said it like he did, with that lusty growl in his voice, anger flared up in Tara's chest at all her ex's for never trying. But her brother... He wanted to. He wanted to taste his big sister.

"God Kitty," William breathed. His pumping sped up. "That asshole was right -- I would fuck you. Better than him, better than -- ugh! -- all of them!" Tara's head spun. He really had seen the whole thing. Seen her with Samuel, seen him take her, seen his sister riding him. That was why he did this now, Tara realized. He wanted his sister. He wanted to fuck her.

Tara found her hand in her panties before she knew what she was doing. Tara left her hot, but William was making her boil over. A part of her demanded she stop. She knew how wrong it was to get turned on by her own brother, but she couldn't help herself! Her panties were soaked -- Samuel didn't even have that effect on her when he was fucking her. But her little brother did, just with his words. And his c*ck. She'd seen bigger and smaller before, but none in her eyes were as mesmerizing as William's c*ck while his hand polished over it.

"God bro..." she breathed hotly, wondering what it would be like...

William seized up and whipped towards the now wide-open door, "Wha - S-Sis!?" His eyed fixed on Tara's, and time stopped. Tara's hand ceased burying itself in her panties, and William's hand petrified around his twitching c*ck. Neither moved, as if the scene would go unseen by them both.

Finally William took the initiative, "Kitty! What the hell -- what are you doing there!?" He threw his sheets on, as if he could still hide the fact that he was wanking to his sister. It didn't help that he dropped the photo he was staring at onto his lap. Tara stood up and recovered her hand from her moist panties.

"Um..." she said, "I heard something, so I came to... came to..." She shook her head to stop herself from staring at his c*ck tenting the sheets. Regaining her composure her hot flush of anger revived all at once. "I mean, what do you mean 'What the hell'? What the hell is all this!?" She threw her arms out over the picture-strewn room. William shoved what he could back into the box, but the damage was already done.

"I -- I uh, I was-" he stammered, shoveling pictures wildly. Kitty stomped forward.

"They're all of me, huh!? God damn it William! When did you take all these?"

"Here and there... I guess... Hey!" Tara snatched up the one he was staring at so intently before he could stop her, determined to see just what a pervert her brother really was.

It showed her laying passed out on the couch downstairs, her shirt bunched up under her breasts and shorts crumpled from a night of partying. Her hair splayed out every way underneath her, and she was fast asleep. That was all -- it wasn't even revealing beyond that, and its focus was on her peaceful face, a little smile crossing her slightly-open mouth.

She remembered that night in bits and snatches. When she was a senior in highschool she snuck home after getting really hammered, and must have crashed on the couch. When she awoke the next morning, she found herself covered up in one of her soft blankets. She thought it was her parents who did that, until they found her and naturally chewed her out for being so irresponsible. All these years she believed she simply forgot wrapping herself up that night, but the blanket wasn't anywhere near her in the picture.