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Samantha and Benjamin had a modest online following. About 250,000 followers over the course of a fair bit of time. It started with livestreaming, and then, once they had set some money aside, they were able to buy cameras and start filming. Both knew a little bit about filming, but there was a little bit of a learning curve with setting things up, fiddling with settings, finding the best ways to handle footage.
Posting was also a guilty pleasure. Livestreaming gave way to them posting edited versions of the livestreams, then some smaller videos. Nothing showing their faces, tattoos covered up, and still avoiding speaking as much as they could.
They would get their accounts terminated on these sites if they got found out. If their audience knew they were not step siblings like they often claimed from their video titles, but actual blood related siblings, raised together.
The quality of their content had already made a jump, with them making a fansly account for the shorter videos. People seemed to like it, noting how authentic it was, how they didn’t seem like the other accounts that were overly produced and didn’t deliver.
They fucked fairly often, and dedicated filming to showing them fucking around the house, or doing various kinks they were into. Creampies, public sex in their cars, fingering and squirting, toys with some light bondage mostly.
Their parents were away on a vacation at a ski resort, which meant they had the whole house to themselves. Sam had gotten herself dolled up and was ready for filming.
Meanwhile, states away, their parents were going to bed in a swanky hotel room after a long flight, ready to start their vacation the next day. The kids would be fine without them, both of them being college students and living at home for the time being until they could graduate, land their first jobs, and move out.
Brandon was not thinking about his kids on his vacation. In fact, he wasn’t thinking of anyone, not even his wife as he opening up his browser on his phone, pulled up his favorite porn site, and logged into his account.
It was a bit of a dirty secret. He just used it to favorite some videos he liked when his wife fell asleep. He made sure she was totally conked out after they had gone to bed. Often, he’d sneak to the bathroom to bring up the volume just enough to jerk off in the dark, clean up, and go to sleep.
His body was exhausted, and he needed to lay down in the hotel bed that was engulfing him, dragging him toward sleep. He logged in, started scrolling with one hand, and used the other to start idly palming himself.
He was tapping through recommended videos when he saw one, a 3 hour long video of some livestream a couple did only a few hours ago. Amateur, a thumbnail showing a young couple on a bed titled ‘step bro and step sis go at it for hours and HOURS’. Not very original, but the length caught his eye. He could skip around it and kind some good parts.
He taps on it, making sure the volume is down low.
The bedding looks familiar, like the one he and his wife had, cream colored. Must be a king sized too just like their’s. The room is a bit dark, and there’s a magenta light on, casting everything in a glow, keeping things just obscured enough. The guy in the video is walking around naked, a mask on that shows his mouth but hides the rest of it with black velvet, something vaguely renaissance-like. His hair is also covered with a ballcap.
He watches as they set up the stream, notifications pinging in the background of their computer as the camera is set up, lube is fetched, and they settle in.
The girl is cute. Soft and inviting, sprawled on the bed. She looks small, and she’s playing with her tits which look equally as soft and inviting. Her face is hidden with the same mask and her hair is tied back. The magenta light is casting everything in pinkish…purple so colors are a mystery.
But she looks pretty familiar. The girl uses toys to start with. One unfamiliar, a modest dildo, and one that is just like the one he got for his wife, same model and color. A dildo that he knows judging by how it’s bouncy and girthy, mimicking a real cock with veins and all.
The hair tie on her wrist is the same way his daughter wears hers. And the guy is about the same height and weight and build as his son. Weird.
He scrubs through the long video, the hotel’s wifi slowing him down. They just fuck on the bed in a few positions and then the video cuts. Nothing crazy from what he can see, some roughness in the middle, but otherwise a typical amateur video. They should have edited it down a bit, introduced some other camera angles and zoom in on details, but that’s just his inner filmmaker thinking. His cock is only a little chubbed up.
They don’t talk, only moan, but the timbre of the voices sounds familiar. He furrows his brow and screenshots the video, taking note of the account name.
‘In House Productions’. He taps on their account and scrolls through the list of videos, noting the clear theme of step sibling content. He wants to snort at the joke name. He ends up watching more of their videos. So much so that he loses track of time, his eyes bleary, the clock reading early morning.
They really really remind him of his kids. Which alarms him, but also his cock doesn’t seem to mind as he watches this couple fuck over and over, both kissing like a couple, fucking like a couple—not like siblings. Not like his kids. Even though the more videos he watches, the more he notices familiar things in the background of videos that he recognizes. A bathroom sink and counter. Bedding. Painted walls. A car’s interior of a certain model.
He eventually follows them before going to sleep. He favorited every video he watched. During their vacation, when he had time to himself, he leaves short comments.
The comments are generic, more just to see if they respond. Sometimes they do, usually the guy answering questions on behalf of his girlfriend, coy answers about how wet and tight she is. The mystery guy ‘B’ is a little possessive and egotistical too. From his responses it’s obvious that the guy likes having his girlfriend all to himself, while making sure everyone in the comments knows it. His ‘step sis’ is precious to him.
Something is bugging him about this account. There’s so many little coincidences, but his mind wants to refuse.
Brandon holds tight at home for weeks after the vacation, feeling conflicted. He hasn’t confirmed anything, but he wants to see if they’ll upload again if he takes their mom on another little weekend trip. He starts coming up with excuses to be out of the house while their mom is out running errands. He’d usually be home, but now he’s making excuses to wander around Home Depot and hardware stores.
It’s insane, but he’s certain of it. The likelyhood that that couple, with all the little bits of evidence piling up isn’t them is getting slimmer and slimmer.
Sure enough, they post a new long livestream about a few days after Brandon and his wife come back from a weekend getaway, and then smaller clips and videos every two weeks or so. This goes on for months, Brandon commenting, watching in secret. He had quickly gave in and jacked off all the time to it now.
By now, there was no denying it. He was 99% sure that couple running In House Productions was his son and daughter. It left him reeling, but didn’t stop him from watching. And commenting. He comments enough that now he starts getting replies from their account, answering and thanking him for watching and ‘showing the love’.
Brandon starts sharing the love by curiously testing others. Short clips are sent to his buddies, and he watches them play the beginning of the videos, scrubbing through, watching his kids fuck without them knowing it. They always make comments about the girl’s body or the guy’s dick. He starts to point out how many views the video has. His buddies find it a little unorthodox, more used to real porn stars, none of them noticing that the bodies look familiar, that hair tied up or half hidden is similar to his own. Moles and stature, fixtures in their home….they don’t notice any of it.
It doesn’t take long for Brandon to notice that they have a full account on Fansly, promising more content. Custom content.
Brandon follows them to their Fansly account, subscribing and quickly becoming a loyal fan. It’s one thing to subscribe to an account, but he starts sending donation tips in a virtual tip jar. He feels oddly proud, seeing this world they have built. Almost a business—
Course nothing compared to a real job.
The offer for custom content is tempting, but there’s a lot of rules. No faces shown, tattoos stay covered, certain topics are banned. Certain locations are banned. The girl, ’S’ doesn’t like extreme stuff and is clear about what she means, which just makes her dad think about her doing those things—
Eventually he takes a plunge. Two videos, one solo and one together. The solo vid would be ’S’, his daughter Samantha, asking her just to masturbate like she does when she’s alone, all natural, doing what feels right to her, nothing flashy. The couple video would be the same, just asking them to fuck but have it be natural. No posing for the camera, no fake dirty talk to sell the scenario of them being step siblings, just a couple enjoying each other.
After all, they have no idea who this random new fan is, with his generic account names only alluding to him being an older man with gray hair.
He pays good money for the custom videos and he watches them when he’s on break at work, unable to wait until he got home. The other video surprised him, as it had a lot more kissing and sweetness than he was expecting. Along with whispered dirty talk.
“Love you— fuck, Benny—“ ’S’ says, cumming on her back as her “boyfriend" co-star makes her cum.
He notices the slip ups, very rare in all their videos. A little ‘bro’ or ‘sis’ and even a censored ‘Sammy’ or ‘Benny’ as they cum. Otherwise they play up the step sibling act. But he knows. He knows who they are. What they really are. And somehow, it makes it hotter.
I’m going to hell.
Brandon can’t help but notice the production quality increase as the year goes on. New high quality camera, lighting rigs, tripods that he remembers Ben having shipped to the house.
Brandon starts to push the needle. Leaving comments that ask them to get more risky, messy. Asking for custom content of them emphasizing how they were related, to pay extra for more dirty talk and longer videos of them. Getting off to his kids, watching them surrendering to their instincts and fucking. Videos of them in the bathroom, in the garage by his work bench. Even in the backseat of their car and sneaking around in public.
Brandon strokes and cums to his daughter riding her brother in the car that he learned to drive in. The video is well worth the money. Every custom video he finds himself pouring over, paying attention to every angle, every detail, even putting on headphones to crank up the volume to hear the way they whisper and pant.
They’re all at the dinner table, eating as the news plays in the background.
“Yknow, you haven’t told me what you’re filming.” Brandon says. It’s months later. He’s comfortable knowing his secret, feeling empowered. He just wants to push a little. See what’ll happen.
“Hm?”
“What you’re filming— yknow, since you got a new tripod in the mail the other day…” Brandon asks his son, “Is it for school—?“
“No, no, it’s not for school…” Ben chuckles.
“You…wanna elaborate on that….?” Brandon trails off.
“It’s not youtube if that’s what you’re scared of.” Sam interjects, rolling her eyes. There’s the sound of a limb being kicked under the table and she looks at Ben, glaring at him.
“No, God forbid I raised a couple of youtuber influencer jerks—“
“Not all influencers are jerks.” Sylvie, their mom, pipes up. She watches a lot of mommy vloggers, so it’s natural she’d defend the profession. Brandon knows they aren’t youtubers. They’re something else entirely.
“I know, honey. I know. But it’s gotta be something—“ He tries, hoping to wring it out of them. He knows they’d never admit to it. But he wonders what the creative lie will be.
“It’s just a side hobby thing, dad.” Ben says, chewing and already stabbing his broccoli for more.
“Yeah, it’s just for fun…” Sam says, pushing around her food, her eyes glued to her plate.
“Well. I’m sure it is fun.” He says, trying to look them in the eyes. “You need help setting up cameras and lighting, you just let me know. I took some classes in college too and did help a buddy of mine film his capstone project. If this is something you guys are working on together, I just want you to be….successful. That’s all your dear old dad wants.”
Sam blinks and Ben keeps his eyes on his plate.