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He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television.

His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere.

My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me.

He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out.

I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair.

He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

STORY 1: MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (I)

Aria's Pov.

The moment Mum started talking about needing to pick something up from Daniel’s place, my heart slammed against my ribcage, and I practically shouted, “Mum, I’ll go!” before she could even finish her sentence.

She froze, her eyebrows shooting up as she stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You mean you’ll go to your brother’s place?” she asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.

She tilted her head, waiting for me to explain myself.

“Yes,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, even though my pulse was racing so fast I could hear it in my ears. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot. God, I hoped I didn’t sound as desperate as I felt.

Mum’s eyes narrowed, and I could feel her trying to read me. Everyone in the family knew how much I “hated” Charles.

I’d spent years rolling my eyes whenever he was around, storming out of rooms if he stayed too long, snapping at him when he teased me in front of Mum or Daniel.

It was my armor, my way of hiding the truth. Because the truth? The truth was so much filthier.

I didn’t hate Charles. I was fucking obsessed with him.

Every time he walked into a room, my eyes were glued to him, his broad shoulders, the way his T-shirts clung to his chest, the cocky smirk that made my thighs clench.

I hated how he flirted with every girl in sight, tossing his charm around like it was nothing, while I sat there burning, imagining his hands on me instead.

I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at those girls, with that hungry glint in his eyes. I wanted him to want “me” , only me.

I wanted to own every inch of him, his attention, his body, his cock.

God, especially his cock.

He wasn’t even my real brother, just the son of Mum’s best friend, but she loved calling him “your brother” like it was some cute family joke.

Every time she said it, my stomach twisted with this sick, delicious heat.

Did she have any idea the kind of thoughts I had about her precious “son”?

The way I imagined him pinning me down, ripping my clothes off, fucking me until I couldn’t think straight?

If she knew, she’d probably have a heart attack.

“I’ll just go and pick it up,” I said quickly, cutting through the silence.

“No need to drag Daniel away from work.”

Mum hesitated for a second, then shrugged and tossed me her car keys. “Alright, fine. Charles should be home anyway.”

My fingers closed around the keys, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.

“Thanks, Mum,” I said, already halfway to the door before she could change her mind.

The thought of being alone with Charles made my whole body buzz.

My skin felt too tight, my breasts heavy under my crop top, my pussy already throbbing with anticipation.

I prayed he was alone, I needed him alone.

I practically ran to the garage, my heels clicking on the concrete as I slid into Mum’s car.

The engine roared to life, and I gripped the steering wheel, trying to calm the fuck down.

I’d dressed for this moment deliberately, my ultra-short leather skirt barely covered my ass, riding up my thighs every time I moved.

My crop top was tight, showing off my flat stomach and the curve of my hips, and underneath it, a thin white tank top clung to my breasts, my nipples faintly visible through the top.

I wanted him to notice me today, I wanted him to lose his fucking mind.

I wanted him to flirt with me for once, to touch me, even if it was accidental.

To grab me, push me against a wall, and fuck me until I screamed his name.

I didn’t care if it was wrong, I didn’t care that he was supposed to be like family as mum claimed.

All I cared about was him finally seeing me as a woman, not Daniel’s annoying little sister, but a woman who could make him beg.

My pussy was already soaked, and I squirmed in the driver’s seat, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache.

“Fuck, Aria,” I muttered to myself, catching my reflection in the rearview mirror.

My cheeks were flushed, my lips parted, my eyes wild with lust.

I looked like I was already halfway to an orgasm, and I hadn’t even seen him yet.

I forced myself to focus as I drove to his place, but it was impossible not to think about him.

I’d seen the bulge in his boxers before, when he’d walk around Daniel’s place in nothing but shorts.

Even then, I knew he was huge, thick and just right for me. I’d spent years fantasizing about it, wondering how it would feel stretching me open, filling me up, making me scream.

I’d fucked plenty of guys, hundreds, maybe thousands, in my line of work, but I wanted Charles.

I pulled up to his gate, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst.

I didn’t bother honking, Charles never answered the gate anyway.

Instead, I parked the car and climbed out, taking a deep breath as the warm air hit my skin.

I tugged my skirt up a little higher, letting it ride up my thighs until it barely covered my pussy.

If I bent over even slightly, he’d see everything. Good. Let him look. Let him want fuck me… Gwad

I pushed the gate open and strode toward the main house, my hips swaying, my confidence skyrocketing with every step.

I knew the passcode to his place, Daniel had given it to me years ago for emergencies.

This wasn’t an emergency, but fuck it, I was using it anyway.

My fingers punched in the code, and the door clicked open.

I stepped inside, my heels echoing on the hardwood floor, and then I froze at the scene in front of me.

MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (II)

The living room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of musk and something else, something raw and sexual.

The massive TV screen on the wall was glowing, casting a blue hue across the room. And on that screen? A video of me.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at myself, wearing nothing but a black cat mask, my body writhing between two guys as they fucked me senseless.

One was pounding into my pussy from behind, his hands gripping my hips, while the other fucked my mouth, his cock sliding in and out as I moaned like a slut I am.

The camera zoomed in on my dripping pussy, my swollen clit, the way my body shook with every thrust.

Oh yeah, I'm a pornstar, I've been one for years, but no one knew my face, not even my manager.

Only my director knew my real face, and I’d worked hard to keep it that way.

My videos were my secret, my escape, my way of indulging every filthy desire I had without anyone knowing it was me.

But there, on the couch, was Charles.

His back was to me, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he sat facing the screen.

His arm was moving rhythmically, his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself to the sight of me getting fucked.

The sounds from the TV filled the room, my moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, the guys grunting as they used me.

My heart stopped, was he jerking off to me? Did he know it was me under the mask? No, that was impossible, no one knew.

But the thought of him wanting me, even without knowing it was me, made my pussy clench so hard I almost whimpered.

I took a step closer, my thighs slick with my own arousal. I’d skipped panties on purpose, and now I was paying for it.

My juices were dripping down my inner thighs, the cool air hitting my exposed pussy and making me shiver.

I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

Charles groaned lowly, his hand moving faster as the guy on screen flipped me over and shoved his cock back inside me.

“Fuck,” Charles muttered, his voice was rough with something I counted name.

“Take it, you dirty little slut.”

My knees nearly buckled, he was so fucking hot like this, completely lost in the moment, his muscles tense, his breathing ragged.

I wanted to see his cock. I needed to see it, I crept closer, staying behind the pillar in the center of the room, my eyes locked on his hand as it pumped up and down.

And then I saw it, Holy! Fucking! Shit!

His cock was massive, It was thick, veiny, curved just the way I’d imagined, the head glistening with precum as he stroked himself.

It was bigger than any I’d ever taken on camera.

My mouth went dry the second I got a full look at him stroking that fat, curved cock.

Thick veins ran down the shaft, the head swollen and pink leaking so much precum it dripped over his knuckles in long sticky strings.

He was gripping himself hard, twisting his fist on every upstroke, and the wet sound of skin sliding over skin mixed with the loud moans coming from the television.

My pussy clenched so violently I had to squeeze my thighs together just to stay standing.

I could feel fresh wetness sliding down the inside of my leg, because I still had no panties on and I was already soaked through.

On the screen, the version of me in the cat mask was getting absolutely destroyed.

One guy had me bent over the bed, slamming into my pussy so hard my whole body jerked forward with every thrust.

The other still had his cock buried in my throat, holding my head still while he fucked my mouth like he owned it.

I remembered that shoot, I remembered how sore my jaw was the next day, how my pussy had gaped for hours after they both finished inside me at the same time.

Watching it now while Charles jerked off to it made my clit throb so bad I almost whimpered out loud.

I needed to touch myself, I couldn’t stop myself.

My hand slid under the hem of my tiny leather skirt before I could think twice, my fingers found my bare pussy instantly, slick and swollen and aching.

The second I brushed my clit I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep quiet, my legs shook.

I was so fucking sensitive that one slow circle had my knees buckling, I leaned my back against the pillar and let my fingers slide lower, parting my lips, dipping inside just enough to coat them in my own juices before I dragged them back up to rub my clit again in a slow filthy circles while I watched Charles pump his cock faster.

He still hadn’t noticed me, his head was tipped back against the couch, his eyes half closed with his mouth open as he breathed hard through his nose.

His free hand gripped the armrest so tight that I knew his knuckles were white.

His hips kept lifting off the cushion like he was already fucking someone. Fucking me, I wanted it to be me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, voice rough and broken. “Take that dick, you filthy little slut. Take it deep.”

My fingers moved faster between my legs, matching his rhythm.

I was dripping all over my own hand now, the wet sounds were quiet but definitely there.

I didn’t care if he heard, part of me wanted him to hear, part of me wanted him to turn around and catch me rubbing my pussy while I watched him jerk off to my videos.

On screen I screamed as I came, my pussy squirting hard around the cock inside me, my juices splashing down the guy’s balls.

The camera zoomed in close, showing every pulse, every gush.

Charles growled at the sight, his hand flying over his cock, his forearm flexing, his veins standing out.

Then he said something that made my heart stop beating.

“Fuck, Aria,” he rasped, jerking his hard. “Take my cock just like that, baby.”

My name in his desperate voice sent me over the edge, my pussy spasmed around nothing, my clit throbbing under my fingers as I came silently, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.

My legs gave out and I slid down the pillar an inch before catching myself.

The car keys slipped from my other hand and hit the marble floor with a loud metallic clatter.

Everything stopped for a few seconds.

Charles spun around so fast the couch creaked, his cock was still in his fist, thick and shiny, jumping with his heartbeat.

His eyes locked on mine and went huge. For one long second we just stared at each other.

Me with my skirt rucked up around my hips, my fingers still buried between my legs, with my thighs trembling and wet.

“What are you doing here, Aria? “

MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (III)

I swallowed hard, blinking fast like that would somehow rewind the last thirty seconds and put everything back to normal.

My heart kept slamming against my ribs, so loud I was sure he could hear it.

No, no, no. He was just fantasizing about me, that had to be it.

There was no way he actually knew the girl getting double-fucked on his screen was me.

I had been doing this for years and nobody had ever figured it out.

I was not even embarrassed that he had caught me with my hand between my legs, with my fingers soaked and shaking.

I fucked on camera for a living.

Embarrassment was not in my vocabulary anymore, but the idea that Charles might know the face behind the cat mask? That made cold panic crawl up my spine.

I opened my mouth to speak, lie or say something, but nothing came out, my throat felt lined with sand.

“Why do you call my name?” I finally asked, my voice was really small.

He looked at me for a long second, then gave a short, awkward laugh.

“Why did I call your name?” He repeated the question.

I heard him say Aria. I know I did.

He bent down, snatched his boxers from the floor, and pulled them up in one quick move.

The waistband snapped against his stomach and that beautiful cock disappeared behind black cotton.

I hated that cotton right now.

“You should have made some noise when you walked in,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes flicking anywhere but at me.

“Sorry you had to see that.”

Sorry? He was sorry?

I almost laughed, I had dressed like the sluttiest version of myself on purpose, my skirt barely covering my ass, my nipples practically cutting glass through my top, and he was sorry.

I pulled my hand from between my thighs, fingers glistening, and wiped them on my hip without thinking, his gaze followed the motion and I saw his jaw tightened.

The television was still playing, my masked self was now riding one guy reverse cowgirl while the other one fed his cock into my mouth from the front, the room smelled like sex and shame with his cum.

Charles reached for the remote on the coffee table, his thumb already on the power button.

“Let me turn this off.”

The screen went black for half a second, just long enough for the media player to show the file name before it closed.

And I saw a name displayed on the screen.

Thompson_Aria_4K_Private

My stomach dropped straight through the floor

He froze too, thumb still hovering over the button, his eyes wide like he had not meant for me to see that.

That's my really full name!

I moved before my brain caught up, I lunged forward, snatched the remote out of his hand, and stepped back fast, my pulse was roaring in my ears.

“Aria—” he started.

I ignored him and mashed the buttons until the folder opened again.

There were dozens of files, they all had my real name, some were the public releases, but a lot of them were the private ones, the ones I only shot for custom buyers, the ones where the mask slipped a little, where you could see the scar on my left hip, the birthmark just above my pussy, the tiny freckle on my inner thigh that nobody else in the world ever got close enough to notice.

Fuck! He had known for God knows how long.

I looked up at him slowly, he was staring at me, his chest rising and falling too fast, his hands half raised like he was trying to calm a spooked animal.

“Explain,” I said, my voice came out dangerously, I don't even know what was forming in me.

He licked his lips. “I… found out maybe eighteen months ago. One of the private clips leaked on a forum. The mask moved just enough to see your mouth, I knew that mouth, Aria, I spent years trying not to stare at it every time you bit your lip when you were annoyed at me.” His voice dropped slightly.

“Then I saw the scar on your hip in another video, the same exact place you got it falling off Daniel’s bike when we were 17 years old or something, After that it was easy to match the rest.”

I should have been furious, I should have been terrified, Instead heat rushed straight between my legs so hard my knees almost buckled.

He had been jerking off to me, knowing it was me, for eighteen fucking months.

All those times I thought he was ignoring me, teasing me, flirting with other girls in front of me to piss me off.

He had been going home and watching me get fucked six ways from Sunday while he thought my name.

My nipples ached, my pussy was throbbing again, even more wetter than before.

“ You're sick, fuck!” I breathed, but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely.

He gave a helpless little shrug, like a man who had already accepted he was going to burn. “Yeah. I am.”

Silence stretched between us, and I let the remote fall to the rug.

Then I stepped forward until my tits brushed his chest, he sucked in a sharp breath but he did not move.

If things is already going to this way, why bother pretend again?

“You have been watching me get fucked by other guys,” I said slowly, looking up at him through my lashes, “and stroking that big dick to the thought of me the whole time?”

He nodded once, his throat working as he swallowed.

“ Don't nod, Charles. Say those words.”

“I have been obsessed with you,” he rasped. “Every single night, I could not cum unless I was thinking about you, watching you, or hearing you moan.”

My hand moved on its own, I slid it down his stomach, over the waistband of his boxers, and wrapped my fingers around his cock through the boxers.

He was already rock hard again, pulsing against my palm.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I have spent years wanting this cock inside me and pretending I hated you so nobody would guess.”

MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (IV)