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Caught on Camera

... back and forth, fumbling words around for a few minutes.

"Okay, okay." she said, breathing deeply and sitting down.

"Next question." she wryly spoke.

I nodded.

"Did you... record anything?"

"Yes."

"What do you do with them... exactly?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know, when you watch them? The recordings?"

"Oh. Well, you know..."

She laughed out loud with a mix of anger and shock.

"So you're telling me that you installed cameras to watch your AUNT, your flesh and blood, take showers, get dressed, and... and..." she couldn't muster the words.

"Yes." I said, completely defenseless.

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"This was far more than I was expecting." she said, face buried in her hands.

"I know, and I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I love you and my stupid... I don't know, hormones, lust, whatever, just took over." I pleaded.

"Enough." she said, "There's no excuse. The damage is done."

"Okay."

"Show me where the cameras are." she demanded.

"Fair enough."

We both awkwardly walked up the stairs with me going first. We stepped into her bedroom, and I pointed up towards the ceiling fan.

"Right there, that knob on the ceiling fan."

Aunt Brooke looked up. "That knob is a camera?"

"Jesus." she said.

We walked to the bathroom. I pointed to my electric toothbrush.

"The toothbrush is a camera? Wow!!”, she blurted out.

“No, the base is. I switched it out, hoping you wouldn’t notice. It worked!”

She looked at me ...

... again, gazing through my soul.

"Show me the videos." she sighed.

"What? You want to see them?"

"Yes."

I took her into my room and pulled up a guest chair. I opened the hidden folder with all the recordings and played one at random. She gasped.

"Nice view huh?" she jokingly said. I wasn't amused.

From all this torment, I decided to show her the first one where she said my name during her masturbation session.

I fast forwarded to that scene and played it.

"Oh, this is when I was drunk?" she said, suddenly intrigued.

Then, on my speaker, we both heard very clearly with a moan of pleasure, "... Ben."

She jerked her head back.

"Aunt Brooke," I asked, pausing the recording, and trying not to enjoy my retort "why did you say my name?"

She glared at me.

"I was DRUNK."

"That makes a difference?"

She fumbled for a second.

"Look, don't get any ideas. I was drunk, horny, and almost came in here to..." she caught herself.

I raised my eyebrows at her. "To WHAT, exactly?"

She shook her head.

"To be a stupid, drunken idiot."

I closed the recording and faced her. She had a very confused and shameful expression.

"Listen, this has all completely backfired on me," I said, doing my best to reassure her, "and I never, ever once intended to hurt you or take advantage of your situation. All of this was never meant to be discovered."

She sighed, frustrated.

Then she looked at me with more sympathy.

"Well, I'll say this," she said, ...