I wrote this story to the best of my memory, but have changed our names since the original. Please read and tell me what you think. Thanks!
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We were visiting my older sister Stacey in Chicago. She work's there now, after moving out a few years back. The plan was to kind of take a tour of the city, and she would show us the cool things in town. My plan was a little different. I had planned to get some nice pictures of her. And I don't mean cutesy pictures of her and us, or just smiling into the camera with some lame background. I wanted pictures for myself...
I have a thing for incest. Of course, it really only revolves around sisters. Something about the forbidden act with a sibling that gets me. However, most other taboos do nothing for me, so to be honest, I guess I'm not completely sure what it is about the sister thing.
But Stacey is hot. She's slender, at about a hundred pounds, with tan skin and greenish brown eyes to go with her dark brown hair. She stands about five feet tall, with nice B cups, and a tight, round ass. I would always look every once in a while, trying not to be obvious. So now I could take pictures...permanent little stills of her. Anytime I wanted, I could look at her...and let my mind wander.
We were meeting her at the hotel, and I pretended to take pictures of some bullshit outside the hotel, so that the camera would be ready. I didn't want to miss any opportunities. I was a little nervous, not wanting her or anyone else to catch me, or even suspect.
"Hey guys!" I heard Stacey say from across the lobby.
We exchanged our "hellos", and went to the desk to check into our rooms. Stacey was wearing a black tank top, and short grey shorts. Perfect. I looked around, seeing that there was nobody behind us. I held the camera down, and snapped a picture of my sister's beautiful butt. I leaned in between her and our parents, getting the camera about a foot below her ass, snapping a picture as it pointed up between her legs. I took a look down her tank top as I stood over her, seeing most of her tits.
"Man." I thought.
"I wish those weren't so hard to take a picture of, even from outside the shirt."
A few minutes later, I got a good picture from behind as she walked up the stairs. My parents went into their room, and I checked into mine down the hall.
Later, at a little coffee shop she likes, I pretended to be taking a picture of the logo on her cup from over her shoulder, but I aimed it down her shirt. That was the only way I could think of without being obvious.
At dinner, I sat across from Stacey, taking silent shots under the table. I aimed it between her legs, trying to get any good shot I could.
Later than evening, we stopped by her apartment so she could show us around. We just hung out there for awhile, before heading back to the hotel. We finally got back, and as we were getting out of the car, I realized I had left the camera at Stacey's!
"Oh shit." I thought.
How could I get it without sounding desperate like I needed it now? I had no idea, so I said nothing. We were supposed to see her tomorrow, so I'd have to get it then. It would just have to sit there overnight, which made me really nervous. Where exactly did I leave it? Would she go through it, or was I just being paranoid? Either way, if I didn't want to draw attention to it, I wasn't going to be able to get it safely until the following day...
When I saw her the next morning, the first thing she did was hand me back my camera.
"You left that at my place yesterday." She said.
My heart skipped, and I held my breath trying not to look nervous.
"Oh yeah, thanks." I replied.
She didn't say anything else as I took it.
"Whew." I thought. "That was too close."
As I calmed down, I realized that today, she was wearing a short black skirt. I knew we would be eating later, so I would definitely have to sit across from her. I snuck in a few shots before hand, and later we sat down. As they talked, and we all looked at our menus, I took a few shots under the table. I tried a few different angles because I was shooting blind, hoping to get a good one.
"I can't wait to look at these later." I thought, putting the camera back into my pocket for the night.
When we got back to the hotel that night, the first thing I did was pull the camera out. I flipped through the pictures, seeing a few good ones of her ass. Then I got to the ones I was trying to get up her skirt. The first few were OK, except they were dark. But after I hit the next button the fourth time, my heart stopped. Stacey had her hand between her knees, holding up a middle finger at the camera.
"Oh FUCK!" I thought, realizing I had been caught.
I paced back and forth for a while, trying to figure out what to do. How embarrassing was this going to be? She must have gone through it. I should have been more careful. No matter what reasons I tried to make up to justify why she would have been flipping off the camera, they didn't seem likely.
After about an hour of me just sitting at the edge of the bed, there was a knock at my door. I got up and peered through the peephole. It was Stacey.
"Oh fuck." I thought, standing there for a moment.
I didn't know what to do. I was going to have to face her anyway, so I opened it. I was nervous as hell.
"Hey." I said.
Stacey looked at me.
"Did you look at your pictures yet?" She asked.
I didn't know how to answer, so I didn't.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
I opened the door and let her walk in.
"We have a problem." My sister told me.
There was a long pause before I looked at her. Of course I already knew what she was talking about, and my heart began to beat it's way up into my throat.
"My brother is taking pictures of my ass, and trying to get shots up my skirt, even." She said.
I was frozen in fear, and the thoughts of how bad this could end up flooded through my head. Maybe if I didn't lie, she'd go easy or something.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Those weren't going up on the internet or some shit were they?" She asked.
I shook my head.
"How long have you been doing this? Was it the first time?"
"Yeah, it was the first time. They were for someone else though. I'm sorry." I responded.
"Who?" She asked.
I hesitated.
"That's bullshit, Brian. I actually had figured that's what you were doing. I was suspicious, but not sure. Then you left the camera at my place."
"I'm sorry Stacey, I don't know why the hell I did it. It'll stop." I told her nervously.
