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A b*****rs Plan

... video tape on my bed. There it was. My evidence. My insurance. I went upstairs and looked around. Nobody seemed to be home. I popped it in the VCR and did a quick scan. He had done it. My b*****r had video taped his desires and his masturbation. It was hot watching him jerk off while moaning my name. It got me so wet and horny that I had to do something. I secured the video tape and headed to my room. I thought about the weekend and the sex I would experience. I wasn’t too scared of sex really. Through my teenage years I had become quite fond of a wood handled hairbrush. I had used it for self-pleasure countless number of times. The handle, although flat seemed large enough to be comparable to a man. This time, for the first time in my life, my thoughts turned to my b*****r as my hairbrush brought me to a very intense orgasm. I spent the evening in my room with the images of my b*****rs cock being pulled to and fro. The scene of his cum shooting across the room kept replaying over and over in my mind. It was then that I decided I wanted to document my first time. This was a once in a lifetime moment and I wanted to be able to watch it later. I prepared a spot on my desk and retrieved the camera. I piled towels on top to hide it and made sure to cover the red blinking light. After a few test runs I found a good location for the most optimal camera coverage. Then I sat back and waited. The next day was the longest of all. I did everything I could to help my parents get out the ...

... door. I helped my mom pack up the van and helped her prepare for the trip in general. They couldn’t leave until my dad had gotten off work. Fortunately he was able to squeeze out of work an hour early to beat the five o’ clock rush. After a few last minute preparations my parents were finally out the door. We watched as our parents pulled out of the garage and drove off up the road. My b*****r looked over at me, “I’ve done all that you wanted me to.” Nervously staring at the ground while kicking at the grass with my foot i answered, “Yeah.” “Do you have a nice formal dress?” I nodded in the affirmative to his request. “Good. Go take a shower, put it on, and pull your hair up.” He leaned in towards me and fiddled with my hair. I walked away, no words exchanged and no eye contact made. It had become very clear to me that this was going to happen. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye as I walked into the house. I could feel his eyes staring into my soul, and looking at my ass as I walked away. I shut the door to my room behind me as I walked in. I opened my closet and looked around. I had a formal dress from Prom last year. I had a real ugly bridesmaid dress from my friend’s s****r’s wedding. The style wasn’t real ugly but the color was sure horrid. As I reached into my closet I caught a whiff of myself. I needed a shower; especially since I was going to have an intimate evening. I made quick work of my shower. I scrubbed down every smelly part of my body I could think ...