Check the cameras

I returned to the sofa and unpacked my new phone. There wasn't any manufacturer's symbol on it; it was sleek and lightweight with a large screen. The casing was smooth, interrupted only by the usual bits and pieces: power and volume buttons, front and back cameras, fingerprint sensor, microphone, speakers, and sockets for the charger and headphones.

I hit the power button and it came to life almost instantly. It briefly displayed the word "Adoleo" and then displayed my name and prompted me to log in. I dismissed the next prompt, encouraging me to set up biometric login details and set a new password, and took a look at the apps that we already installed.

There were quite a few I recognised, quite a few that were new but fairly obvious what they would do, and some that I'd need to discover some other time. The app labelled "Home Cameras" was my obvious first choice.

Opening the app displayed a map of our house, with little red dots in various locations. It initially showed the ground floor but there was an option to switch it to upstairs, which I did.

I tapped on one of the red dots in our bedroom; it turned amber, then green, and the display was replaced by a grainy image of our bedroom, which came into much sharper focus after a couple of seconds.

It was a view of our bed from one side. Lying down the middle of it was James - at least, I assumed it was him, I couldn't see his face. Lucy was straddling him, impaled on his massive dick and merrily humping away, her giant tits wobbling all over the place as she screwed her brother.

Kirsty was at the pillow end of the bed, squatting over James's face, his lips and tongue beavering away at her pussy.

On my phone screen was a "back" button and a "share" button; there was no "record" option. I found out later that when a camera is on it's always recording; the "share" option would live stream the feed on the club's network. There was also an option to cast the feed to our TV.

I realised the phone's volume was down, so turned it up and was rewarded with the sounds of Lucy panting and gasping, and James slurping at his mum's vagina. Kirsty and Lucy leant towards each other, their massive tits squishing together as their lips met and they snogged passionately.

I realised that I was holding the phone in one hand and stroking my own hard cock with the other, and I had a decision to make.