it's Ivy, his cousin.

Ivy Skye grinned to herself as she watched the screen before her. Max was in his room using that hand-me-down pink laptop he got for getting into college. It was slow, but it worked well enough, and a hand-me-down in a house of girls for him would invariably be pink.

Ivy sat back as she watched her cousin set that strange device he had to the side as he focused on his laptop. It was like an advanced typewriter with a screen, or a really shitty laptop with no mouse. Whatever it was, ever since she'd put the cameras in Max's room, she'd seen him sitting in front of it every so often, looking pensive or writing some things here and there. Even her mom had sat before it just looking confused and trying to type a few things, but always leaving looking confused. Ivy couldn't figure out what the odd device was, currently she figured it might be some sort of electric journal that Max was keeping profound thoughts and ideas in, he was a giant pervy dork. It didn't really matter though, Max was hot and hung enough that he could be a dork.

Ivy reminisced over Max and his family moving back into the house so long ago, that lead to the beginning of the most lucrative job she'd ever imagined. Max had left town a short little scrawny kid, but came back a fucking stud and flanked by the hottest sluts outside of her own sisters she'd ever seen, Holly and Molly and their mom, Britney.

Ivy had been an avowed lesbian, but out of the four that moved into her home, it was Max that drew her eye the most. It had taken a few weeks, but Ivy eventually came to terms that she was just bisexual with a preference for women, with exceptions. Which was currently just Max. Unfortunately, he'd already been snapped up by her mom by then, the idea of **** never really bothering her.

A week after that, Ivy broke up with her girlfriend, Tamara, who's been pressuring her to move into her place and try out some harder **** than the weed they'd been smoking. Ivy didn't want to leave her family and realized her girlfriend was just getting a little too dominating of her life, so she ended the relationship there.

*ping*

Ivy looked up, it was another message from Tamara. Ever since Ivy left her, she'd been occasionally trying to worm her way back into her life, but it just wasn't worth it. Yeah the weed was nice and the sex was awesome, but it just wasn't enough for her anymore. Especially if she could get between insanely hot blonde twins and ride a thick monster cock stud at the same time.

Ignoring the message, Ivy went back to watching Max. God he was yummy. He was looking something up... looking a bit closer from the third camera that had a good view of Max's desk showed it was... studies into genetic effects of inbreeding? Aaaaw, that was so sweet! Apparently he was serious about knocking her and the rest of his family up and was worried about the resulting **** babies.

Ivy felt a little giddy and happy as she thought about it, carrying Max's baby. She'd already been watching her own mom strut around, rubbing her baby bump, wearing tight little outfits that showed it off. She couldn't wait doing all that for him too.

Ivy had a bad habit, a very bad habit. She was a little obsessive. Sometimes, a little too obsessive. Whenever she'd had someone she really liked, she tried to always find out what they were into and then be their perfect dreamgirl. Tamara had liked having a submissive, pot smoking party girl with her to make out with and watch comedy movies with, and Ivy had become just that. But once Max came home, Ivy couldn't resist him. She needed to be his, and couldn't quite figure out what he wanted in a woman. At first, he was banging her mom, the most aggressive breeding slut she'd ever known (seriously, she had sisters from different misters), who was also a very capable bank administrator when she wasn't on maternity leave. But now he was also banging... her, his mom, his sisters, her sisters, his math teacher, his english teacher, his old childhood friend who was just adorable, and apparently had more sluts out there drooling all over his cock. Maybe she needed to take an std test soon...

Anyways, she just couldn't figure out what kind of girl Max liked most, so Ivy was **** to just wing it and try to do some research. Unfortunately, she had no real idea of how to do it, and she couldn't just sit in his closet forever (it got cramped in there, as she learned.) So, She had to up her game. She started looking into how to monitor Max with cameras and started learning about computer systems.

Soon, she had a whole network of cameras and microphones hidden around the house, aimed at the surfaces Max was most likely to fuck someone against. Apparently he was partial to the kitchen counter and his bed, at least for her mom. After two months of recording Max, Ivy started keeping a photo collection of her favorite shots of him that she masturbated to. Some were him fucking her mom into oblivion and others were of him just in various states of undress. Even a few of him masturbating.

Ivy's life had changed after she found an amateur's spying equipment hiding in the backyard. After that, Ivy started her own quiet campaign to be the only one to be recording Max, he was her's damn it. Turns out, having the most handsome man in town, with the biggest, most magical dick (seriously, when he had **** fucked her into the bed, it should have hurt, but it was only amazing) attracted a bit of attention.

After three months of a quiet war between the various sluts trying to record Max and Ivy wanting to be the only one creeping on Max, (at least with cameras and mics, her sisters were perving on Max too in their own ways) an accord was struck between them in a tense meeting in the mall's food court. Ivy would be the only one to record Max, and pictures, video, and recordings could be purchased from her for a reasonable price range. Trying to go around would result in price hikes and threats of telling Max to avoid the thirsty slut completely (a surprisingly effective tactic). Specific or custom photos could be requested, for a higher price.

After that, Ivy was making bank. There were a lot of thirsty sluts in town for a view of Max and his massive meat. An entire black market of pictures and videos of Max made the voyeuristic obsessive slut rich. Which she put into higher quality cameras, mics, a powerful desktop, and a very nice ergonomic computer chair she was sitting in naked now. Ivy traced her fingers across her toned waist and wondered how amazing it would feel to have a nice round baby bump to caress. She'd seen Max caressing and snuggling her mom and her's as her pregnancy progressed with her future little sister. Her mom had been particularly proud after coming home from the check up with the ultrasound showing she had yet another little girl growing in her womb.

Either way, Ivy sat back in her chair and grabbed her dildo that was a copy of the ones her mom and Aunt Britney had modeled after Max's cock, she was feeling frisky and watching her studly cousin looking up genetics and baby info was too adorably hot to not enjoy and imagine her future.