A Terrible Mistake
Copyright© 2025 by Knobbie Knows
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A brother gets caught spying on his sister, resulting in confrontation, a new relationship and blackmail.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister Masturbation Safe Sex Voyeurism BBW AI Generated
Title: “The Cage”
Leo’s fingers dug into Chloe’s hips, the heat between them oppressive, frenzied. Her bed groaned beneath their weight, the sheets soaked with sweat and shame. He had come to her in a drunken rage, accusing, demanding — “Who the fuck is Daniel?” — and she had lied through her teeth, pushing him away even as her body betrayed her. But now, she didn’t care. His touch was fire, his words poison, and she drank them both in like a woman dying of thirst.
Gemma watched from the shadows of her room, the glow of her laptop screen painting her face in ghostly blue. The hidden camera in Chloe’s bedroom, nestled inside the smoke detector, fed her every sigh, every shudder. She leaned closer, lips parted, as Leo pinned Chloe down, his mouth at her throat.
Good, she thought. Just like that.
Chloe arched beneath him, nails raking down his back. “Say it again,” she begged, voice wrecked.
Leo’s breath was ragged. “Mine.” His hand tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasped.
Gemma exhaled, slow and satisfied.
Then—
A flicker on the screen.
Leo stilled, glancing at the ceiling. His eyes locked onto the smoke detector, onto the tiny black lens nestled within.
Shit.
Gemma’s pulse spiked. No, no, not yet—
Chloe, dazed, reached for him. “Leo?”
But he was already pulling back, eyes wild, face pale.
Chloe froze, confused at his reaction. Then, with a choked sound, Leo scrambled off the bed, yanking the blanket around herself.
Gemma slammed the laptop shut.
Thirty minutes later.
The knock on Gemma’s door was deliberate. Three soft raps.
She opened it with a practiced smile. “Leo. You’re up late.”
He looked like hell—shirtless, trembling, his pupils still blown from sex and anger. “You knew.”
Gemma feigned innocence. “Knew what?”
He shoved past her into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. “The cameras, Gemma. The fucking cameras.”
She exhaled, shoulders slumping in mock surrender. “Fine. Yes.”