Tiff Jack and Jill part 2 - Sex Stories

Tiff Jack and Jill part 2

... watch it later. What's after that?” “The last file. From the other day.” “I'm gonna copy that one as well. That way you don't have to watch it with me.” I copied the file and pulled the cam from the usb port. “No more filming me without telling me first. And if you happen to get something else 'on accident' let me know.” “Thanks for understanding big bro. Don't jerk your willy off when you watch those. Tiff would not be happy.” Jill left the room. I'm sure she was heading straight to he computer to do exactly what I was about to, watch the tape from the other day and rub one out. I clicked on the video icon and the window popped open. Nothing would happen for an hour or more based on what Jill said. I came back from the shower and laid back on the bed in my loose fitting shorts. I fast forwarded. Dad came and went. I left the room. I fast forwarded again to get past the time when we were eating downstairs. I hit play again when I turned on the lightswitch in my room. I moved around the room, moved my desk chair and sat down. I reached back and, OH SHIT! I set up my camera to record. “Jill! Wait!” I burst into her room without knocking. She was straddling the ridged footboard of her bed, grinding her hips back and forth. “Sis, I can explain!” “Did you forget how to knock?” “Sorry. Listen, it's not what it seems like.” “What are you talking about?” “What? You're not watching the video?” “Yeah, I skipped to the end when you're almost fucking Tiff. I actually got a great shot.” ...

... “Oh, good.” “Why? What did you do?” “Nothing. Really, it was nothing.” “What. Did. You. DO?” “You gotta understand. I didn't want to forget a single detail.” “One more time. WHAT DID YOU DO?” “I also recorded it. I forgot all about it.” “You recorded it? How?” “My camera, on my desk. Right before you came in I reached back and hit record.” “And it was filming what exactly?” “It was pointed at the bed the whole time. You're not gonna tell Tiff are you?” “I think this makes us even. But you gotta give me a copy.” Two days later I was knocking on Tiff's door. We had a whole day to have fun. Sara answered, “Tiff, your boyfriend's here!” Boyfriend? Guess I was. Could be worse. “Hi Sara. Didya have fun with us the other day?” “Yeah, it was cool.” “Looking forward to the 4th?” “Oh yeah!” “Hey Jack!” Tiff said as she jumped into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her dropping the envelope I'd brought. She kissed me deeply and I kissed back. “What's this?” asked Sara picking up the envelope. “Just something I meant to give your sister the other day.” Nosy little sister opened the envelope and pulled out the one sheet of four photos. “My god Tiff, he took shots of his thingy.” “Let me see,” she said taking them away. “Oh cool! Thanks, Jack. But I didn't get you anything.” “Guess you'll have to make it up to me then.” “And how do you suggest I do that?” she asked trying to be coy. “Well, I guess we can all go up to your room.” “He really is a horny bastard.” “Horny anyway,” I replied. ...