I broke away suddenly. I cleared my throat.
“Gotta put down this pizza,” I muttered.
She smiled at me, seemingly unaware of where my mind had just traveled. She followed me into the kitchen and grabbed plates for us both.
We ate at the kitchen counter and she asked about my day. I told her about it and she seemed interested. Soon we had finished.
“Here,” I said. “Let me share the WiFi with you.” I used that cool new feature where you could invite someone to use the WiFi password without having to type it. She smiled her thanks.
“Awesome,” she said. “I used your laptop for a bit earlier. Are you sure that’s alright?”
“No problem,” I said.
“Do you want to watch something with me? A movie maybe,” she asked.
“I’d love to,” I replied, “but maybe later. I have some emails to send out. If I don’t get them out tonight I won’t be able to spend the day with you tomorrow.”
“Ok,” she said, tidying up our meal. “I’ll just watch tv until you are done.”
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I was in my office using my laptop to finish up the day’s work. I quickly read the emails that had come in since I had last checked and answered the ones I needed to. I also emailed some updates to clients and sent some strongly worded ones to a couple of suppliers who were on the verge of making a few of my projects run over time.
Finally, I was done and was about to close my laptop when a thought occurred to me. What had she been using my laptop for? I assumed it was to go online but I wondered what a young woman was looking at. Facebook? Did young people still use that?
Lead by curiosity I clicked on the history button and pulled it up. My eyes widened.
This is a lot of porn, I thought to myself. I was a single man with a pretty active libido but even I was surprised. She must have been on here for a few hours.
I knew I should close the laptop, delete the history and leave my sister her privacy, but a morbid curiosity came over me. What kind of porn did she like?
I began to scroll through the history tab. She had been watching movies. A lot of them, across a couple of free sites. I clicked on one, wanting to see what it was.
The screen filled with a title card that said BROTHER FUCKS STUCK SISTER. I had enough pretense of mind to quickly turn the volume knob down to zero before the action started.
There was a pretty, young woman and It looked like her hand was stuck in the sink somehow. I was not sure how that could happen but the logic was not that important because within a minute a man, presumably an actor playing her brother, came up behind her and started to fuck her. I had to admit that my cock swelled.
I scrolled through the pages she had visited. Most seemed to be on the same theme.
SISTER OFFERS TO HELP BROTHER OUT WITH COCK PROBLEM, DADDY FUCKS STEP DAUGHTER, BROTHER SNEAKILY FUCKS STEP SISTER, SISTER IS GOOD GIRL FOR BROTHER.
There was, it seemed, a lot of this stuff and she had checked out as much of it as she could. I was no stranger to porn but had not spent any time on this particular genre, but there I was, hard from looking at what my sister had been looking at.
I tried to make sense of it. What the hell was she up to? I wondered briefly, but quickly dismissed the idea that she had wanted me to see this. I bet that my religious father and her mother had locked these sites out back home. She was probably just enjoying finally being able to access them.
And the theme, well, I was sure that she was only looking at them because here she was at her half brother’s house and the situation made her think of this. Nothing more. Nothing to get worked up about. Nothing to get excited about.
I was a bit excited though. One part of me at least. I was letting a movie clip play silently, one where a ‘brother’ was fucking the face of some actress who claimed to be his sister, and realized I was squeezing my hard cock though my jeans.
I shook my head. I was not going to get sucked into this like she must have been. I closed the laptop and stood up. My hard cock was making a tent in the front of my pants and I was just adjusting it as I turned when I saw Bailey step into the doorway.
I froze, embarrassed and feeling like a teenager caught doing something wrong. Bailey did not seem to notice the look of panic on my face.
“Almost done?” she asked, innocently. “I’m getting bored. I thought we could watch that new marvel movie. I saw that it is streaming and I didn’t get a chance to see it in theatres.
“Sure,” I said. “Let’s go watch. I’m done.” I was trying to turn her around. To hide my arousal.
Bailey turned but I could have sworn her eyes darted down to my crotch before she did. I dismissed the idea quickly and followed her into the living room.
We both sat on the couch with one cushion between us. I picked up the remote, seeing that she had already queued up the movie. I was about to hit play when I made a decision.
“Bailey,” I said, turning towards her. “I don’t know exactly what it was like back home but I have an idea. I’m guessing there wasn’t a lot of talk about real things between you and dad and your mom. I wanted to let you know that you can talk to me about anything.”
She bit her lower lip slightly and looked at me nervously.
“Ok,” she said. “I appreciate that. It …that would definitely be a change.”
“Good,” I said. I was at a bit of a loss on how to frame what I said next. I did not want there to be an awkward secret between us. “Did you have a lot of access to the internet back home?”
“No,” She said. “I was only allowed to use the computer for school and even then, mom would always be in the room. My phone had all these locks on them so I couldn’t use that either. I think they didn’t want me googling evolution or something.”
I chuckled at that.
“Probably not,” I said. “You can use my computer for whatever you want. And if your phone still has locks I’m pretty sure I can get rid of them. Or we get you a new phone. You will want one you are paying for yourself anyway, I’m sure.”
“Thank you, Brent,” she said. “That is awesome!”
“Great,” I said, then paused. This was going to be the awkward part. “I’m guessing you don’t know about the history part of the browser?”
She slowly turned her head and looked at me, her eyes wide.
“History?”
“Yeah,” I said. “If you don’t use an incognito window the browser keeps a list of all the sites you visited.”
Bailey went white. I could see her tense up, her hands fists beside her.
“And,” she said quietly, “all the sites I went to today …you saw what they were?”
“Yeah, Bailey,” I said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have looked. I was just curious. I don’t care!” I added quickly. “You can look at whatever you want. But I wanted you to know so that if you ever use anyone else’s computer the same thing … doesn’t happen.”
Bailey began to cry, tears leaking out of the corners of her green eyes.
“I’m sorry!” She sobbed. “I’m sorry! I’m just like mom said! Again and again! I’m just a bad slut! A terrible person!” She balled her hand into a fist and drove it into her own leg.
“No!” I said forcefully. “No you aren’t! It’s natural! Everybody looks at porn. And if they don’t they are likely shitty people like your mom who could do with some release!”
I reached out to her and she almost lunged to me, clinging to me, arms wrapped around my neck.
“I’m sorry!” She said. “I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again. Don’t send me away!”
I raised my hand and stroked her hair, attempting to calm her. I wrapped the other arm around her to hold her closer.
“Don’t be sorry,” I soothed. “Not at all. It’s alright. You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Did you see what I was watching,” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I was wondering about that.”
“It’s so stupid,” she said. “I realised that you didn’t have any of those, what do you call them? Parental controls? So I thought I’d just look at a site and see what came up. I was curious. Google took me to this site with so many videos!”
“That makes sense,” I said. “And what about the content? The …incest stuff?”
“Oh god,” she moaned and buried her face in my chest. “I’m so embarrassed. You must think I’m such a slut. A pervert and a slut! One of those videos showed up and I couldn’t believe it existed so I clicked on it. Then it suggested more. And more. So many videos!”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was surprised myself by how many there were.”
“And I got kind of lost and kept clicking on more. And more. Oh I’m so bad!”
“It’s normal to be curious. You are just getting the chance to be curious later than most people. It’s ok.”
“That’s not everything,” she said, her voice filled with self loathing. “I …touched myself. I …it’s so embarrassing …I touched myself so much. It just felt so good. Touching and watching those dirty movies and the things they said and the things they did …”
“It’s ok,” I said, stroking her hair. “It’s ok. It’s normal.”
“It’s not normal for me!” She almost shouted. “I’ve spent my entire life trying to be a good girl! Trying to be good enough! And the second I get out of the house I act like the whore mom always said I was!”
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