Ben, thanks to Mum

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE?" Mum's voice rang out, making us both jump. We could hear her thumping up the stairs and she did not look pleased to see either of us wrestling. "What are you, children?"

"SHE ATTACKED ME!" I yelled, pointing an accusing finger. It wasn't untrue.

"NO! Well, okay, yes, I did but--" Stacy countered, stammering on the last few words as she was still in shock from Mum's shouting.

"Stacy, go to your room!" Mum said.

"But, Mum--"

"No buts! You can explain later!"

Stacy glared at me before walking off. I had a funny feeling it wasn't Elle she was looking at.

Calming down in my room, I glanced again at my own sleeping body. Even after so many hours, it hadn't moved an inch. Inspiration sprung forth as I turned the camera on once more and set it resting against my body's chin. From its perspective, it looked like I was lying down and was seeing what was in front of me. The perfect angle to make some POV pornography.

Pressing the record button, I swayed Elle's hips while walking into view.

"Hello, Ben," she said, in a sultry tone. "You've been a good boy recently. And good boys deserve a reward."

Putting her finger to her chin, she made a quizzical look. "But how should I reward you?"

With a smirk, she snapped her fingers. "I know!" she exclaimed before quickly mounting me. And then she pulled down my trousers.

"Oh my. It's the biggest one I've seen. And juiciest. I just have to have a taste."

She gobbled me up, taking it all with a single motion.

Five seconds passed and she let go with a satisfying pop and moans of joy.

"Delicious," she said, licking her lips. "But tonight it's my turn to make you happy. You already made me happy gifting me this."

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"It suits me so well. As for your present, " she cupped her boobs, "I'll make sure you enjoy it."

With that, she unclasped her bra and held it in the air before dropping it on the floor. Her boobs bounced, now free of their lace prison. She grabbed my hand and used it to cup her own chest.

"That's right, claim them. They're yours, " she moaned, squeezing my hands around them and using them to pinch her nipple.

I needed more. Maybe I couldn't get hard but I could at least fuck her to some extent. Curling three fingers down, my index and middle finger were made to move aside the thong and give Elle's clit relief.

"Oh god, I've been waiting for this."

Turning around, she began to fuck my own hand.

It was messy.

It didn't make the best dildo.

I had to rub her own clit for her.

But just knowing that my fingers were jammed right up Elle's pussy? It made it all the more euphoric.

Even better, I pulled out my own phone from my discarded trousers and began to watch the video of her masturbating in the shower. Elle was on the verge of screaming now, her body on fire from watching itself be used. She kept repeating that she was a dirty whore, that she was only able to get off while sniffing her own bra and watching herself getting fingered, that only I could satisfy her now that I had taken her.

More spankings for the camera. Elle just loved watching it jiggle, almost as much as she loved roughly manhandling her own tits. Twisting, sucking, biting, they were put through the wringer and the pain should have been immense. But a masochistic slut like her could only feel pleasure. And that fact drove her over the edge.

For the second time that night, she shivered as she came, right all over me. And her phone. Again.

"Oopsie. You got all dirty, " she whispered while grabbing the phone and angling it at my face. "Guess I'll have to clean you up."

Thus began the tongue cleaning. After all, they were her fluids. Why waste her brother's tissues on the mess she made?

Every inch of my cheeks, forehead and chin were licked clean by her and, right as she was almost done, I put her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh no. Some got inside. I'll get it~", right before sticking her tongue down my throat. She was thorough in making sure every part of my mouth had been covered by hers. She had to, of course. She was just taking responsibility.

She pulled out slowly and, with a final bite of my bottom lip, she smiled. "Allllll gone <3"

With that, the video ended and Mum was calling us for dinner.

Hmm, what to wear?

I had already taken a few more selfies of Elle in her underwear. She looked sweaty and her makeup was a bit of a mess but it was what she wanted.

But now, with her face cleaned up and redone, I had trouble deciding once again how to dress. Stacy knew Elle was being controlled now and it would not be long before she figured out who. That meant I had to leave Elle and come downstairs for dinner myself. That didn't mean, however, that I couldn't be treated to a view. I had to watch from her eyes as she threw herself at men. Now, it was my turn to see my hard work for myself.

The lingerie was nice but I only bought one pair and it was dirty now. The miniskirt looked nice but that was also drenched along with one of the thongs. That left me with one thong, the booty shorts, two crop tops and some of Elle's shirts. I looked inside her closet but I couldn't really find anything that worked with the shorts or the tops. I almost considered fishing the miniskirt out of the laundry until I saw a denim skirt.

Oh right. I had bought that. It was a different shade of blue from the tops and her shirts but it presented her ass well and I was gonna love watching her sashaying around with it on.

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Yep, this was the one. The denim skirt was so small pulling it up came close to showing her wedgie and pulling it down would reveal the top of the thong. Bend over even a little and she would flash me. Fantastic.

Just to check, I walked from one end of the room to the other and, yep, you could see her ass shaking with every step and the skirt doing its hardest to cover it up. She was now ready for dinner.

Pride scrawled on her face, I made her walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, ready to show her family the new her. I burst into the room and snatched the bowl of chicken from Stacy, shoveling it into my mouth. She was horrified but Mom only seemed pissed.

"My friend called today, saying that you were in town and took off your underwear in public. She said that you flashed one of her boys."

Did I? I barely remembered that.

"It was just a joke, Mum."

That didn't go over well. Sorry, Elle.

I gave an innocent look, bent her over to grab the nearest bowl of mash and shimmied her butt into a chair. Right after shoving her hand into the potato, I turned the helmet off.

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