When Alex lost his job and couldn't pay his rent, Abby let him crash on her couch for a while. She thought he could be a dick at times, but he was her brother, and she felt sympathetic. That is, it was better than making him move back in with their mother. They were fraternal twins, so they had grown more tired of each other than even other siblings typically do. On the other hand, they were closer than most other siblings as well.
Abby came home early from work on a Friday afternoon. Her apartment was fairly small, being designed for only one person. She wasn't surprised, per se, to walk in on Alex jerking off. Her first thought was, "Well, people do masturbate, after all." He was on the couch, watching some really grainy porn on his laptop.
For a second, she considered just walking back out before he noticed her, but then Alex said, "Oh shit, Abby." She thought he'd realized she'd come home, but something in the way he said it.... Then she realized the woman on screen was her. It was footage of her in the bathroom taking a piss.
"What the fuck are you DOING?!" Abby shouted.
"Oh shit! Abby!" Alex said again, this time frantically falling off the couch and trying to pull up his pants.
"You took video of me in fucking bathroom, you fucking perv?!" she yelled, moving toward him. She hit him with her purse and slammed the laptop lid. Then she grabbed the computer off the coffee table. "Get out!"
"M-my laptop..." he began.
"Get the fuck out of my house, Alex!"
He left, of course. Ran out, actually. He was too ashamed and embarrassed to do anything but leave.
Abby went outside and smoked a cigarette, which she almost never did anymore unless she was drinking. She was so pissed at him. But what freaked her out was that... she felt sort of... flattered. And turned on. She shuddered, and paced up and down the sidewalk, trying to shake the feeling out of her head. Yes, she was definitely a touch horny, she decided. It didn't feel as slimy as it should.
She mulled this over as she walked back into the apartment. It was totally and undeniably skeevy that Alex videoed her in the bathroom. Maybe even skeevier that he was her brother. Still, she couldn't shake the recurring thought that the temptation was just too great. Maybe she was simply too sexy to resist, but the taboo of incest prohibited Alex from sharing his true feelings with her. Shouldn't she be more grossed out? If it were anyone else, she would have called the cops by now.
Back inside, she poured herself a glass of wine, then sat down on the couch, her mind no longer quite racing... but still turning over a great many thoughts. The laptop was in front of her on the coffee table. She opened the lid and it resumed, the frozen video image still on the screen. She set the video back to the beginning and, in what must have been the oddest feeling moment of her life, hit play. Pure narcissism? She wasn't sure. Maybe she just wasn't thinking clearly. The video wasn't too long, and it was grainy. From the camera angle, it seemed like Alex must have installed the camera in the wall somewhere, low. Probably the outlet, she realized. "Sneaky fucker," she muttered to herself. He had clearly edited the video. It started with Abby stripping out of her robe and then getting into the shower. Then there was a clear break, and she watched herself get out of the shower, dry off, and then pee. He had cut the video off after she put on her robe.
The more she thought about this, the more confused she was. She had just watched a peeper video of herself... taken by her twin brother, who used it as masturbation fodder. She should, she felt, be disgusted. But she found watching the video of herself was fascinating.
Abby downed the rest of the glass of wine. She closed the video player, which revealed an entire folder of video files. She clicked into another. It was much like the one she had just watched. Even though it was just like the other, she still couldn't look away. "Something must be wrong with me," she decided. "I'm so vain and fucked up that I can't stop looking at myself naked." Worse, she was still turned on.
"Fuck it," she said to herself. Abby figured if she was so damned horny, she may as well get herself off. Also, she had an idea. After poking through the programs menu, she found the application to start the webcam, and she appeared on the screen in front of herself. She winked at her reflection, then smiled. "Hello, you sexy bitch," she said. She turned her head left, then right, examining her face in profile. She made duck lips, then scowled at herself and shook her head.
Abby unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall behind her on the couch. She pushed the cups of her pink polka-dotted bra inward, squeezing her breasts together, but then frowned. Releasing her tits, she wiggled side to side, then sighed. "Tiny tits," she muttered. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, then slid it off, revealing her small ("But perky!" she told herself) boobs to the webcam. She examined them on the screen. Abby decided she really liked her nipples. They were small, just the right size for her breasts. And at the moment, they were hard. She wet the tip of her right middle finger on her tongue, then traced the areola of her right breast, pinching the nipple when she completed the loop. She squeaked slightly, then laughed at herself: she'd pinched too hard. She repeated this ritual on her left nipple (pinching less hard this time). Then, feeling decidedly silly, she squeezed her boobs together again, tilted her head down, and with a very serious face said, "It's okay tiny tits. I love you anyway."
Abby stood and unclasped her slacks. She removed her pants and panties in one motion, showing the webcam, from this angle, just her thighs, hips, and what pubic hair she hadn't trimmed away, a little sliver above her labia. She sat back down, but realized that she couldn't see the good bits on screen. She reached over and pulled the laptop screen forward, tilting the camera down slightly, then propped her feet on the coffee table to either side of the computer. "Aha," she said to herself. The feeling of uneasiness had largely subsided, and Abby had mostly forgotten about Alex. She was too engrossed by her little experiment.
