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Caught on Camera

... see. I suddenly wished for a zoom feature.

"Uhhh... fuck." Brooke groaned.

Her free hand reached up and pulled the cups of her bra up, exposing her breasts.

They looked so inviting and soft.

She rubbed her breasts and started pushing her vibrating friend into her pussy.

"Ben..."

I grunted and came. Hard.

--

I couldn't sleep.

I watched that footage over and over.

When she said my name, she became more aggressive with her vibrator, pushing and pulling it in and out of her pussy. She came, moaned very loudly, and sighed.

"Fuck me." she slurred.

The recording stopped as she put it away, threw on a nightie, and crept under her covers.

She actually said my name during her masturbation. I didn't know what to do. What COULD I do? Confront her?

"Gee Auntie Brooke, I noticed you were fucking yourself and said your nephew's name. Care to comment?"

The next night I caught some wonderful footage of her in the bathroom, spreading her beautiful pussy lips, slowly rubbing her clit watching in the mirror. She didn't say my name that time, but it was glorious footage.

I paid extra heed to how I behaved around her. Even though she fantasized about me, I wasn't about to suddenly become bold and make a move. This was my AUNT.

That fact became more and more diluted as I kept recording her adventures.

--

One night I was talking with Dad about Mom and Dad's twentieth anniversary. I figured that Dad hadn't planned ahead; he's very busy with ...

... work.

"You know Dad, you and Mom should go on a second honeymoon or something. I'll keep an eye on things here."

Dad smiled, "Not a bad idea. Besides you're probably more than capable of watching Brooke. She's still a bit unstable."

Dad took my suggestion and booked a week on a cruise in the Caribbean. Mom about exploded when Dad told her.

Brooke was happy for them, but I could tell she was envious.

"Don't worry Aunt Brooke," I said, "We'll hang out and watch some movies or something."

She looked at me like I was an idiot. "Great." she said.

Her attitude was still on the bad side, and I think she might've given up on me having a crush. Thank goodness.

After dropping Mom and Dad off at the airport, I went home. This was going to be weird, Brooke and I alone for a week.

As I walked into the kitchen, Brooke was working on a crossword puzzle book. I walked to the fridge and pulled out ingredients for sandwiches.

"Hungry?" I asked?

"Very." she said.

I made a couple very crude club sandwiches and passed one to her. She thanked me. But before taking her first bite, she said, "Ben, I need to ask you something."

My mouth was full. "Mmm?"

She sighed.

"I hate liars. My ex-husband lied to me and left me."

I looked at her, puzzled. I swallowed my food.

She continued.

"If I asked you something, ANYTHING, would you promise never to lie about it?"

"Uhh, why? What's going on?"

"Just answer me." she snapped.

I haven't seen her this ...