pictures. I opened them one by one, and all were pictures of naked girls, with my face edited in. Some were merely posing naked; others were lying on bed, their legs open, spreading their pussy wide for the camera... with my grinning face superimposed! A final batch was of men and women fucking, the women once again looking me and the men...
I gasped in shock: all of the men’s faces had been replaced by... my little brother Ben.
In the pictures, Ben was fucking me!
I clicked on the next picture, and a program opened: Photoshop. An original file opened of a work in progress: the picture had several layers, and as I scrolled through them, there was the original picture of a woman sucking a man’s cock, her lips closed around the shaft, looking up at the man. A second layer featured both my head and Ben’s—I recognized the picture from a trip we took last year. Ben had snapped a shot of me sucking a popsicle. Only now I wasn’t sucking a popsicle, but some guy’s dick. I clicked on the third layer and the composite came together: there was little old me, sucking my brother’s cock!
I leaned back as I stared at the screen. I was shocked, yes, but also aware of a strange sensation between my legs: the image of me and Ben doing... that... sent ripples of excitement through my pussy. Licking my lips, I returned to the other pictures, scrolling through them until I found one that affected me more than the others: ‘Ben’ was fucking ‘me’ from behind in this one, his cock all the way inside my cunt, while I looked at him with a wide smile on my face, spreading my pussy wide with my fingers.
I remembered when Ben had taken that picture. It was during the same holiday. We’d just gone to the beach, and we’d been playing in the ocean. Ben had taken a lot of pictures of me, most of them, I now recalled, of me in the retro polka dot bikini I’d bought especially for the occasion. The first time I’d worn that bikini, I’d noticed a strange look in his eyes when I came out of the water, my nipples hard from the cold, poking through the soft material.
He’d been lying on the beach when I came back from my swim, and standing over him, all wet and shivering, I’d asked him to throw me a towel. But instead, he’d quickly flipped over onto his belly, his eyes never leaving my body.
I’d found it strange, and rude, though I had to admit that it had felt kinda nice to feel his eyes on me. He’d never looked at me like that before. Like a man looking at a woman, I mean. Now I wondered if the reason he’d turned over on his belly, was perhaps to hide his boner?
Thinking about that time on the beach now, the heat between my legs started to build. I’d plunked down next to him, and the movement had shifted my bikini top so that my breast almost popped out. I hadn’t noticed the wardrobe malfunction, until I saw the glazed look in Ben’s eyes as he stared at me, his mouth slightly open. Following his gaze, I looked down, and saw the swell of my breast and a bit of the soft brown of my areola peeking out from my top.
Blushing, I’d quickly tucked away my boob. We’d locked eyes, then, and I could see the heat in his eyes, the lust, the longing, and for a brief moment, I wanted for him to put his hand on my breast and kiss me, right then and there, in front of our whole family.
The moment passed, and I’d forgotten all about until now. Flicking through the pictures he’d created with so much care and attention to detail, I could feel Ben’s lust for me exploding from the computer screen. Every sexual pose imaginable, he had carefully constructed in imagery that sent ripples of excitement through my lower belly.
I checked which picture he’d watched most recently, and opened it. It was an image of ‘me’, my pussy being licked by ‘Ben’, and it was so nicely rendered, it was almost real. Through half-closed eyes I watched the scene come to life, tentatively spreading my legs a little, and rubbing my pussy