At the dawn of Summer, there was an odd video circulating, going viral online due to its bizarre sexual nature.
It had been posted on all social media platforms, amassing a total of over two hundred million views before getting removed because of its pornographic content.
However, there was one particular platform that allowed all types of porn, so long as it was consensual. Three hours had passed since the video was posted there, and it now had a staggering four hundred million views.
Opening that app, a young woman saw it at the top of her page. Seeing the number of views and comments, she longed for seeing what the excitement was about.
Lying on her bed with a smartphone in hand, the slender African American twenty-year-old Mikayla trembled, eyes--glued to her screen--wide and frantic.
"Jesus H. Christ," she whispered.
"No... No, this has to be fake because... it's too crazy. Too damn weird."
She shivered, looking left to right, having the feeling of being watched.
'I'm fine...'
Going back to eye one particular thing on her screen, the fear in Mikayla's sights increased.
"Okay... so it's not fake. Oh... Oh, my God."
She squirmed, puffed out, going red in the cheeks. Mikayla gave a glance downward, checking if her arousal showed itself on her white yoga cotton shorts. She was relieved that it didn't.
"Why is this... This has no reason being this hot. She's his mother for crying out loud."
She continued watching the video for a while longer. Eventually, it reached a point that made her get even more aroused, yet at the same time shocked beyond belief.
"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit!"
Keeping a tight grip on her phone, Mikayla sprang off the bed and busted out of the room, immediately bumping head-first into someone's forehead.
"Fuck!" they yelled in unison, recoiling in pain while clutching their temples.
Groaning and shaking away the abrupt agony, Mikayla was first to regain her bearings, beholding the pained face of her younger, eighteen-year-old brother.
He regularly played football and even received a scholarship from it for college, therefore he was quite fit and athletic. Good looks ran in the family, so he was very handsome, too.
"Wayne, what were-?"
Wayne--gazing to the ground--raised a hand in Mikayla's face to signal her to-
"Shut the fuck up. I'm hurtin' 'cause of yo big-ass head, fuckin' Megamind bitch."
Mikayla rolled her eyes but chuckled, grinning; trying to hold back laughter.
"O-Okay now, Wayne. It's nine in the morning - a bit too early for your slang and jokes."
Wayne raised his head, narrowed eyes scrutinizing his sister's mug.
"Mikayla, yo eyes be hella massive - Mike Wazowski-looking-ass. You should be seein' the future with them motherfuckers - I know damn well you seen this shit comin'."
Mikayla giggled just before breaking out into a fit of laughter.
Wayne laughed alongside her. Shortly thereafter, they panted with smiles, calming down.
Then, as if they were reflections, the siblings' faces warped in realization, and they eagerly brought up their phones, pointing the screen in each other's faces.
"What?!" they echoed.
They were flabbergasted, at a loss for words not just because they simultaneously displayed their phones, but mostly because they were showing each other the exact same video.
"Yo-You saw this too, Mikayla?"
"Huh... Is this why you were outside my door, Wayne?"
He nodded, pocketing his phone.
"Yeah. And I guess that's why you were rushin' out your room, same as me. Great minds think alike, for real, for real."
Mikayla chuckled, murmuring,
"This damn slang talk..."
Grinning, she told him,
"On God, Bro. We be synced the fuck up 'cause we're both like, Einstein and shit, ya feel me, fellow negro?"
Wayne cringed, while at the same time eyeing his sister with the utmost confusion; a look that said, "The hell kind of weirdo are you?".
'She thought I was gonna laugh.'
"Listen, Mikayla, don't. Just don't say anything like that ever again. Got second-hand shame - do you know how lame, goofy, and embarrassing you were? I'll stop with the slang to prevent this from ever-"
Profusely blushing and regretting her words, Mikayla sputtered out,
"A-Anyway, come inside - we have to talk about this!"
She dragged him inside--by the arm--before he could open his mouth.
"O-Okay, calm down," Wayne voiced, stumbling into the room.
Immediately, he saw his sister take her seat at the front of the bed, patting the part to her right.
Wayne sighed before sitting alongside her. With some trepidation, Mikayla brought up her phone. Before she resumed the video, she turned to her brother, saying,
"You didn't watch all of it, did you?"
"Nope. 'That' part was just too... insane. I had to pause it and hurry to show you."
Turning to her phone, she said,
"Same. Let's watch it from the very beginning."
'The beginning?'
Mikayla knew that she was about to watch porn with her brother. She knew that they'd seen the video, so they could've just watched the little that remained or simply talked about it.
But no. Mikayla found her younger brother highly attractive, and somewhere deep down, she wanted something taboo to happen between them. Hence the reason why she chose to sit down for a whole session of strange pornography with her brother.
Though as the video began, she wondered why Wayne didn't make a suggestion to just talk about it, or said that it'd be weird watching it from the beginning with his own flesh and blood.
She wondered if he too, harbored deep-seeded taboo thoughts of incest.
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To the left of the screen, there was a live chat. People were saying "hi" and such in friendly greetings.
The mother-and-son streamers who started the live were David and Eliza. They were fairly beloved with hundreds of thousands of followers, so many of their fans came to watch and support immediately.
In a brightened stone-walled room with the only object--aside from the tripod-mounted camera currently recording--being a single iron chair, stood the blood relatives.
The nineteen-year-old David stood at attention, some feet away while facing his forty-something busty mother sitting in the aforementioned chair.
Lengths of sturdy, well-knotted rope were wrapped around her torso, keeping her bound to the chair. Just behind her, a square Chinese lantern was alight on the ground.
Strangely enough, the woman seemed equal parts nervous and excited; whereas her son just seemed plain nervous.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded in response.
David got direct before Eliza, putting out a hypnotic watch; gently swaying it from side to side.
"S-Start," he told her, exhaling.
Somewhat nervous, Eliza hyped herself up by breathing in and out with a smile.
Frowning, becoming serious, she stared at the hypnotic watch, eyes following its every movement.
Shortly after, she softly spoke,
"Tick... Tock... Come for me."
The lantern behind flickered, and Eliza suddenly went stiff; back slightly arched, frightened gaze a tad upward.
"Sc-Scary shit," David whispered. He trembled, though made sure to keep the watch unmoving before her.
"So, Mom, do you feel it?"
Anxiety growing over her features, Eliza gave a sluggish nod.
