Page 5 of Insincerity

The image of me in my old bedroom filled the screen. I stood facing away from the camera, at the foot of my bed, dressed in my underwear and bra. Confusion and disbelief swirled in my belly as I watched myself reach back to unclasp my bra.

Had my uncle actually sat at his computer and watched me take off my clothes? He must have. I mean, why else would he record, let alone keep, this footage?

I didn’t think it could get more invasive, but I was wrong.

There were videos of me showering and masturbating at the old apartment and here in this house—all in HD with clear sound. My moans filtered through his high-quality speakers as the oblivious past version of me rubbed her clit and rode her fingers. I’d never taken photos or videos of myself like this. To watch my own face contorting with pleasure as I reached orgasm was so bizarre it almost didn’t seem real.

Overwhelmed, I paused the video and sat back in the leather chair. My muscles ached from the stress of everything I’d just witnessed. I held my face in my hands and tried to remember how to breathe.

Why would my uncle do this? Did he enjoy invading my privacy, or was he disgusted by the things I did to myself in my bedroom? Did seeing me naked and vulnerable turn him on? I waited for the repulsion I was supposed to feel at the thought of him sitting right here, in this very chair, with a hard-on. But instead of disgust, I felt a pang of arousal.

What if I wasn’t the only one with inappropriate thoughts?

“Hailee?”

I jumped out of the chair, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs. From this side of the house, I hadn’t heard the garage door opening.

“Hails?” Uncle Logan called again from somewhere not far off.

I didn’t respond, praying he wouldn’t come looking for me in here before I had time to close out of the video. I had just enough time to close the video player and file folders before he appeared in the doorway, staring at me intensely.

“What are you doing in here, Hails?” he asked, with an unmistakable edge of tension in his voice.

“I um…just needed to sign up for a class. The school emailed me, and I couldn’t get my laptop to connect to the wi-fi, so…”

Yeah, you don’t sound guilty at all, Hailee.I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and pasted on a smile. His gaze flickered to the computer screen, to the photo of us with my dad. I could almost see the gears turning, his thoughts churning, as he studied my awkward posture.

“Well, I’m all done,” I said quickly. “I’ll get out of your way.”

My breast brushed against his arm as I slipped past him in the doorway. I felt my nipple harden inside my bra cup as I fought to suppress the arousal blooming in my belly. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper.

Just keep walking, just keep waking, nothing to see here…

I went straight to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me and then collapsing onto my bed. Closing my eyes, I couldn’t stop replaying the illicit footage in my mind. He’d recorded me all over the house, in every room.

Even in here.

I let my gaze roam the room, trying to not be obvious as I worked to figure out where he’d hidden the cameras. All the videos taken in this room seemed to have come from two angles, one high up, close to my bed, and the other closer to eye level, near my desk. I glanced at the bookshelf, wondering if he could have drilled a hole in the intricate woodwork between the shelves. I couldn’t see anything from this far away, but it was possible. I’d watched and read enough true crime to know that cameras could be incredibly small these days.

Was he watching me right now? The thought sent a cascade of tingles down my body. I wedged my clasped hands between my thighs and rolled onto my side, pressing my face into the pillow. I’d discovered something horrifying. For years, my uncle had been violating my trust. I should leave his house and never come back, maybe even tell the cops.

And yet…the sense of betrayal I felt was laced with inexplicable feelings of curiosity and excitement. I wondered how often he watched the footage, if he had favorite clips that he turned to on cold winter nights. Did he sit down and immediately reach for his cock, or did he tell himself he was only going to watch? Just for a minute…

All this time, I’d assumed I was the only one struggling with an inappropriate attraction. If I was honest with myself, I was probably fantasizing about him during more than one of the masturbation sessions he recorded. Imagining his thick arms and chiseled abs, how gorgeous he looked with a sheen of sweat after a workout. And those deep green eyes… I wanted to stare into them as he fucked me.

Did he think about me like that? What would he do if I called out his name the next time I touched myself?

An idea began to take root like a vine twisting around my thighs and spreading them wide. I tilted my hips in the direction of the hidden camera and pressed my palm to my center. If Uncle Logan was watching, I’d give him a private show worth recording.

A performance just for him, complete with a soundtrack.

4

LOGAN

To sayI’d messed up would be an understatement.

I had messed upcatastrophically.

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