Your son.. and Dakota’s brother

Fuck. I knew that voice. I slowly creaked open the door. It was my daughter making out with her older brother…

I watched in disbelief as my daughter got her clothes torn off her. As she lifted her ass to the door to blow her brother as he lay in bed. I watched as he commanded her to show him what a good slut she could be for her big brother by riding his cock. I watched Michael grip his sister’s ass as she rode him. She clumsily lifted...

...and slammed down.

Over and over again. Bouncing on her brother’s cock. He let her ride like an enthusiastic whore. Smacking her ass or squeezing it as she bounced.

I sneaked away before I could get caught but now I had to know. How did this start? How long has it been going on? It couldn’t have been long, maybe when she turned 18 last week? That would explain the clumsy riding.

I noticed that Michael’s phone was set up recording it all. I figured I’ll check his phone in the morning when he left for his crew practice. He always left it at home because he “wanted to be focused with no distractions.” His password was probably like his sister’s password… easy to guess.