Page 88 of Rebel Obsession

He gave me a cocky half grin. “You sent me porn, Rebel. Starring you. Of course I fucking want to watch it.”

I really hoped he didn’t notice the full-body tremble that took over me. “Okay, so fine. We’re watching it.”

“Fine.” He closed the laptop and put it to the side, along with the other bits of stationery.

We both stared at each other awkwardly.

“So,” I mused. “How are we doing this? Like, do I make popcorn? Do I turn out the light?”

Do I get naked in the hopes that the video inspires other activities…

Vaughn palmed the back of his neck, and I wondered if he were having the same thoughts. “No light. No popcorn.”

I nodded, scurrying over to switch the light off, while Vaughn flicked on a lamp on his bedside table. It cast a soft yellow glow around the room. “Okay?” he asked.

I had no idea how much lighting was right for watching homemade porn with your stepbrother.

I went and sat back next to Vaughn, both of us with our backs to the headboard, both of us very careful to keep to our own sides.

It wasn’t like we’d never fooled around. But this…this was intimate in an entirely different way.

“Should I cast it to the TV, or we can watch it on my iPad?”

Despite assuring Vaughn my butthole would be a cinematic experience, I did not want to see it on the huge screen hanging opposite the bed. “iPad is good.”

Vaughn took it out of a drawer, and I inched closer to him so our shoulders brushed. He put the iPad down, half on my thigh, half on his.

“You ready for your acting debut?”

I leaned across him and switched off the lamp, deciding darkness would be better at hiding my blush. “I’m ready. But just for the record, there’s no acting when Fang makes me come.”

Vaughn’s chest made a grumbling sound. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was jealous or turned on, but he hit play on the video before I could ask.

The little screen flickered to light in the dim room.

The video started with me sitting on my bed in a towel, and Fang walking back across the room to sit beside me. As soon as he sat, I reached over and undid his fly to free his cock.

Fang had situated the camera like a pro, even zooming it in a little so I was better framed on the screen.

Vaughn shifted on the bed next to me. We could see every inch of Fang’s long, hard dick.

I nudged him. “That doing it for you?”

He snorted. “Only one dick that gets me going, Roach. It’s not his.”

I stifled a laugh. “I’m betting Fang won’t be too upset by that—oh.”

On the video, Fang had tugged at my towel and set it unraveling so I was completely bare to the camera.

Vaughn snuck a look my way. “Nice tits.”

“You’ve seen them before.”

“I know, but they deserve being complimented twice.”

I was oddly pleased by that.

“Spread your legs for him, Pix. Let him see what he’s missing.”

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