Twenty-six-year-old Ellen stormed out of her boss’s office red-faced, feeling humiliated but unwilling to show it in front of the more senior employees around. She briskly went to her table, took her stuff, and, giving some generic excuse, left for home. It was only 3 pm.

***

At the same time, Ethan was busy wrapping his hands round the delicate bare waist of the catlike Nicole, and breathing in the scent of her luscious body. Her waves of blonde hair brushed softly against his face as she leaned in around, and planted soft kisses down his neck. A surge of erotic energy immediately transmitted from her lips onto his skin, and surged through his body.

As she leaned back into place, Ethan looked into her smiling eyes and, with practiced elegance, flicked the clip on the back of her bra, letting it slide down her body. Nicole allowed him one long look of longing at her beautiful, small, pointed breasts, with pink nipples jutting out, before inching closer on his lap, and giving him a gentle, tender kiss on his lips. Her soft breasts pressed and brushed against his strong, athletic bare chest, and Ethan breathed a low moan of lust from her touch into the kiss.

***

Ellen entered her home and shut the front door behind her, music blasting in her ear via her headphones. Rage burned through her. She had worked her ass off since joining the company, and had proven she had the intellect and acumen needed to rise in her profession. Yet her boss had clearly – though sufficiently subtly – indicated to her in his office today that if she wanted to climb the professional ladder, she would have to do sexual favors for him. Simple as that.

Presently, she walked across the hall to the nearest bedroom door. She would generally knock, but currently lost in a daze of angry, desperate emotions which she needed to let out to someone, she hastily turned the knob and entered.

She walked into a scene rendered in glorious high-tempo music continuing to blast in her ear. Sunlight streaked in through the thin bedroom curtains, illuminating a hot, cat-like, naked woman sprawled out on the bed, writhing in pleasure from getting fucked by Ethan. His athletic, naked form loomed over her, and flexed splendidly each time he thrust inside her with brazen need. Both of them seemed to have surrendered so entirely to lust for each other that they never noticed her entering.

Ellen had never met the woman but she knew who she was – one of her younger stepbrother’s playmates for the anonymous adult videos he made for the internet as a secret side hustle. As Ellen watched the two of them, the whirlwind of angry thoughts faded swiftly to be replaced by this searing, unique feeling of something she could not immediately place. The feeling became all the more intense when she discreetly took off her headphones, and Natalie’s and her stepbrother’s soft, urgent moans of need for each other serenaded the room. An old, familiar feeling she had buried in her past started bubbling in her breast now, feeling more vivid and full by the second.

“Oh god!” Ethan moaned and withdrew his cock from Nicole’s flush pussy just in time before bursting forth with cum all over her still sighing, heaving body.

“Gosh!” Now Ellen whispered inwardly despite herself. She could not help but notice how soft daylight blended with the studio-lights setup in the room illuminated perfectly the fresh-sweat glistened, lithe, muscular physique of her younger stepbrother, and the cum-drenched softness of Natalie’s spent body.

Immediately, two pairs of eyes turned to her. Well fuck! She must have said it out louder than she knew.

“What the hell!” Ethan stared at her in disbelief, scrambling to switch off the cameras they were using to record themselves.

“But you’re supposed to… I mean…” caught in a panicked state, Ellen stumbled over thoughts and words trying to construct something meaningful. Her face flushed red a second time today, although via entirely different emotions.

“What are you doing back so early?” Ethan asked, still looking stunned at seeing his stepsister standing in the room in office attire. She was sporting studious-looking black-framed glasses; her dark brown hair neatly tucked into a formal knot.

Standing in front of the naked, spent duo, she could not have presented a more contrasting sight if she tried. Ethan’s stomach churned uncomfortably from realizing his stepsister had just watched him naked, desperately fucking, and cumming profusely on Nicole.

“I… well, my boss…” Ellen felt wretched having locked eyes with her stepbrother momentarily. Suddenly she just wanted to teleport to her room, bury her face in her pillow, and shut out the entire world.

“You know what, fuck it, I’m so sorry,” she said flatly to the two, and left.

***

To cut a long story short, Ellen and Ethan were step-siblings, Ethan being a good three years younger than her.

Ellen had left for University soon after their parents had gotten married, and had hardly spent many years living with Ethan to properly get used to him as a brother. They had nevertheless been friendly, and enjoyed good banter with each other. It was a feeling of shared camaraderie about a situation created by their parents that would enable them to keep in touch over phone across the following years that they spent apart from each other.  

A few months past his twenty-first birthday, when Ethan started an anonymous amateur porn channel, Ellen was one of the few people he had felt adequately safe with to confide in. Ellen had always been the most atypical studious, good girl. This revelation from her stepbrother felt scandalous to her beyond expression. But she took the time to process it properly, and trusting her stepbrother, told him that she would support his choice as long as he knew what he was doing. After all, she thought, everyone has to make their own way through life. They did not speak about it again.

Another year passed. On a particularly boring evening, in the week her long-term boyfriend broke up with her, she sat in her newly rented apartment, drinking wine, and found herself googling Ethan’s life as an adult video creator. She just wanted to see if she could find him. Maybe check if he was doing well professionally, and getting enough of a viewership. He was not hard to find. And to be sure, he seemed to be getting a sufficient amount of attention online.

Head spinning, Ellen nevertheless proceeded further ahead in a dazed, drunken state, and ended up playing one of his videos. Gosh! He was a good lover, Ellen could not help but think. Nothing like her ex-boyfriend, who was something of a man-child.  

Fuck! What am I doing! The feeling of embarrassment and a certain ickiness struck her sharply at first when she realized more consciously as to what she was thinking. She gently slapped her face to sober herself up. But as the seconds passed, the vague feeling of ickiness started to blend with a whole other powerful sensation which was beginning to serenade her mind and her whole body. The embarrassment and ickiness blended with this whole new feeling, and if anything, added flavor to it.

Ellen started up another video. She watched her younger stepbrother peel off his shirt and take a beautiful woman in a crop top and mini skirt into his arms. He must have locked her in a lustful kiss, but his face was blurred. That was how he intended to stay anonymous. Ellen was considerably less familiar with online porn videos compared to some others of her generation. And seeing her Ethan in one of them was a bewildering experience.

She kept on watching as the cute, redhead woman in the video took off Ethan’s pants. Ellen’s cheeks flushed red when the woman drew out Ethan’s cock. But she could not look away. He was hard and throbbing in lust for the woman in front of him. It was hot! She recognized now clearly that the feeling she had been feeling blended with the soft ickiness of seeing her stepbrother in this state, was one of arousal. An arousal sharper than anything she had felt before, as though something entirely new, deplorable, and naughty beyond what her general character should allow her to experience.

Yet she watched on when he took the redhead woman onto his lap, and squeezed in his cock underneath her short skirt, and in through her pussy. She rode him in her crop top and skirt, visibly enjoying feeling him inside her, and Ellen found herself nervously scratching her sides underneath her shirt, watching them. He was unashamed and confident, and why wouldn’t he be? He was good looking, and maintained a fabulous physique which showed itself splendidly in the video, as he arched, and straightened from feeling the red-headed woman grinding on his cock. Ellen watched the muscles on his arms, strong chest and abs flex aesthetically from the effort, and felt the nail on her index finger scratch across her tummy and navel, as though fidgeting unconsciously from some sort of need.

By the time Ethan undressed the woman, and took her in missionary, Ellen had already rid herself of her bottoms, and had planted her bare ass on the softness of the bed, watching them. No one can ever know about this, she thought. And this can never happen again. But tonight, what with everything that was going wrong in her life, and the generous helping of wine, the need felt too great. It’s okay to be naughty once, and then forget about it, she told herself.

When she touched her pussy lips, they were on fire – already dripping with a generous leaking of her recently repressed sexual fluids. Gosh, Ethan was good in bed! The way he held his woman, flexed his muscles, and fucked her into orgasmic submission again and again, was like nothing Ellen had ever seen. He was also bigger than she would have expected.

She touched herself in desperate enjoyment when she saw him fuck the redhead into orgasm one last time. Her back arched, and her stomach contracted as she let out sincere low moans of a very deep and satisfactory cumming.

Ellen was surprised at how long her stepbrother lasted. When he could hold on no longer, she watched him press his thick, throbbing cock against the soft warmth of the woman’s midriff, and cum in copious amounts against her skin, bathing her body generously with the warm, sticky fluid.

That was all it took really for the first orgasm to come bubbling up Ellen’s entire body, her fingers continuing to poke inside her flush pussy, and rub against her G-spot.

Fucking hell! That was intense. Does he do it like this in all the videos? Maybe she would play just one more, and see what it was like. She had a bit of time, and some more wine to kill anyway.

***

That was how it had started.

When she was done with herself that evening, she lay in the comfort of her bed, entirely naked and spent, partially drenched in her own cum owing to multiple long drawn orgasms from watching her newly-turned pornstar stepbrother have sex on camera with a multitude of hot naked women. And she thought to herself, never again.

But it did happen again. The very next night. And again. And again. Until it became a depraved, secret habit. Outwardly Ellen was the studious-batch-topper turned efficient-new-employee at work – emanating a natural vibe of a shy, good girl, politely uninterested in the subtle advances of her male colleagues. At home, she turned to wine and videos of her stepbrother having sex on a weekly basis.

***

She only stopped when she started dating again. Or she dated the first person she could find if only to rid herself of her addiction. It worked. For two years, anyway. But he turned out to be alarmingly similar in his shortcomings to her ex – most importantly, psychologically, but also physically. But she refrained from falling back into the loop of wine-induced highs from watching her stepbrother’s porn. She turned instead to amateur porn videos of other hot men fucking their partners and wondered what it must feel like to be filmed getting fucked so good like that.

A month past her twenty-sixth birthday, Ethan called her to say he was moving to her town. He said something about a job as a part-timer at some firm.

“And your other job as a…?” Ellen asked hesitantly.

“Oh, that’ll continue. I’ll have plenty of free time. And my identity online is anonymous anyway,” he said.

There was a small pause before he spoke again. Maybe he expected Ellen to say something. But she did not.

“So you’re still living in an oversized apartment all on your own?” he asked.

“I’ve yet to muster the energy to move apartments again, honestly. It was such a mistake moving into a new place with that jackass.”

Ethan knew she was referring to her ex.

“And now he’s gone,” said quietly, “And you have a spare room, and extra rent you don’t want to pay on your own.”

“Well, whatever do you have in mind, Ethan?”

***

He had moved in shortly afterwards. Ellen was initially iffy about him shooting porn videos in his room, but eventually he managed to convince her. He would only do it when she was out at work. The room would stay totally anonymous, devoid of any wall hangings. No one would find out. In her usual state of mind, Ellen would have rejected outright. But when it came to the present topic, she was anything but in her usual frame of mind.

She had stopped watching her younger stepbrother have sex on camera a long time back, but memories and sensations still lived in the contours of her body and mind, dripping, leaking, sweet longings when she found herself caught off guard by an errant naughty thought. She did not quite know why, but eventually she did allow him to film his porn in their apartment.

***

“Do you want to talk about what happened earlier today?” Ethan asked at dinner that evening, a couple of hours after Ellen had walked in on him having sex on camera.

“Not particularly, no.”

They did not speak much after that at dinner. Later past midnight, Ethan lay in his bed, twisting and turning. Eventually he got up, unable to shake a discomforting feeling, and walked to Ellen’s room. He knocked once. No answer. He knocked a second time. Nothing. He gently turned the handle and walked inside. He instantly wished that he had not.

Ellen was on her laptop, earphones plugged in, one hand wrapped around a glass of wine. This would not be so unusual had she not been entirely naked, watching what seemed like a porn video. She must have caught his movement from the corner of her eye, for she turned to him immediately, immediately freezing in shock.

Ethan turned away as Ellen quickly covered herself with her blanket.

“What the fuck, man?!” she sounded in a wretched state as she blurted out at him.

“I’m sorry,” said Ethan, turning to his stepsister, and seeing her flustered cheeks reddening with color, “Is… is that my video you’re watching, Ellen?”

Ellen had forgotten that the video was still playing. She shut her laptop savagely and all but mumbled out, “Leave, Ethan. Please, just leave. Everything’s fucked!”

Ethan saw then that she had tears in her eyes. He had never seen her cry before. He left, quietly shutting the door behind him.

An hour passed with Ethan fidgeting in his bed, remembering the sight of his stepsister naked and touching herself in her bed while she watched a video of him fucking another woman. First, he remembered the look of lust on her as she touched herself, quickly replaced by the vision of her crying face, mumbling embarrassed, sad, “Please just leave. Everything’s fucked!”

He got out of bed and went to her room again.

“What?” she asked, now properly dressed in her pajamas, but clearly buzzed and sleepless in bed.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“What for? I am the one who’s fucked in the head,” said Ellen.

“What? You’re not fucked in the head, hey!”

He sat next to her on the bed, suddenly wanting desperately to protect her from her negative feelings.

“It’s okay, I know that I am,” she said.

Ethan giggled then. Ellen turned to him, mildly surprised.

“I suppose we all are in our little ways.”

“Yeah, not everyone…” Ellen started, and then stopped. “You know what you saw, Ethan. I was watching…”

“You were watching me have sex, yes.”

Ellen seemed to wince lightly, lying beside him. 

“Ellen, it’s… it’s okay,” he said, quietly reassuring her.

“Is it?” she asked, unconsciously squeezing up the slightest bit towards him.

Ethan did not know how things could change quite so fast, but he could not deny feeling a warm, comforting draw towards the woman beside him. A feeling that he had never anticipated before.

“You said everything’s fucked. But nothing’s fucked. You’re fine.”

“I don’t know,” started Ellen, “It’s just…”

She broke off gently. What was this now? Ethan had gently squeezed up; he had put his legs up on the bed and one of his arms around her protectively. As though things were just as chill as before. Casual. No big deal. Like she had not committed blasphemy and shamefully gotten caught by him.  

“You tried to say something about your boss earlier?” Ethan asked, “Wanna tell me what happened? Sorry, I was caught up then.”

“Oh,” Ellen blushed, leaning in against him, more at the memory of him being ‘caught up then’, than anything else. Her boss’ atrocity had faded to the back of her mind temporarily.

“I don’t want to go into detail right now,” she continued, “But turns out my boss is a trademark, garden-variety asshole who will not give me a promotion unless…. unless I… you know.”

“Oh!” Ethan straightened immediately and looked sharply into her eyes. “Did you go to HR?”

“It’s not like that. He’s too clever and subtle about it. It’s a small company, Ethan. Going to HR would only...