This work of fiction involves mild sexual contact between six girls, all about 14 years old, and voyeurism and masturbation by two 13 year old boys. There is also a tiny touch of incest, because one of the voyeurs is brother to one of the girls. None of these people is REAL. None of the girls is a real child; neither of the boys ever existed, either. Nobody was harmed here. Nobody could be harmed, BECAUSE THEY AREN’T NOW AND NEVER WERE REAL.
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Tommy the Geek – One – Video Voyeur
(c) Copyright 2016 Jordan Bradders. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to download this story for personal use only. It may not be published in any other forum, web site, blog, magazine, granite blocks, golden tablets, parchment, papyrus scrolls, or book without the author’s express prior written permission.
Tommy was a geek. No question about it. Even other geeks regarded him as socially awkward. But he was smart; very smart. Much to his sister’s chagrin, he’d been allowed to skip eighth grade. Though only thirteen-years-old, several top universities were actively recruiting him; one had offered immediate early admission, waiving the high school graduation requirement. His mother had declined, over his strenuous objections.
Given access to what most people would consider “scrap,” he’d built a robot that won the city-wide robotics competition, and he wasn’t even a member of the robotics club. He reported that he’d “been bored one weekend,” so decided to “build something.” His robot had even been guided by a rudimentary form of artificial intelligence and had learned from the other robots.
He spent most of his free time in his bedroom, splitting his attention between “tinkering and inventing,” surfing increasingly nasty internet porn, and masturbating.
Most boys his age might have been annoyed at the news that their sister was planning a sleep-over for her fourteenth birthday. Tommy was overjoyed and started planning immediately.
Going through his spare parts cache, he assembled five miniature video cameras and a wireless router. While his mother and sister were shopping he climbed into the attic and installed three of those cameras in the ceiling of his sister’s bedroom and two more over the bathroom. Then he connected these so that all five signals would be broadcast to a remote server using the household’s Wifi connection. There was no direct connection between the cameras and his laptop computer. He accessed the server only once prior to the party, to ensure that each of the cameras was aimed for maximum coverage, that none gave tell-tale signs of their existence, and that the server recorded each of the five feeds.
Though he realized it would be obvious to anyone that he was the guilty party, he also knew that it would be impossible to prove it. He’d worn gloves during the assembly and installation and had even wiped all of the components down in case he’d inadvertently left fingerprints or DNA. ‘You never know,’ he’d said to himself.
As the party approached, he listened carefully to the discussions between his sister and her best friend and made several oblique suggestions of particularly pretty girls his sister seemed to have forgotten. Of course, he couched these suggestions as snarky remarks, saying things like “Oh my god! Tell me you didn’t invite Nicole Peters.” Nicole was a particularly attractive girl, with enormous breasts and long, shapely legs topped by a perfect ass. Even the gay boys noticed her.
His sister, Corinne, was relieved when his mother suggested that he spend the weekend of the party at his best friend’s house. Apparently, she’d already talked with Jake’s mother and it was all arranged. Though less talented than Tommy, Jake was also a geek. Tommy hadn’t quite decided whether he was going to risk watching the feed from the party live, but he knew he could from Jake’s house. More importantly, he was certain that Jake would never betray him. He was at least as much of a “perv” as Tommy.
He was still home when the girls started gathering right after dinner. He even got to watch as a few of them pulled out their frilly nightgowns and pajamas, some of which looked pretty skimpy. Feigning disgust at the show of femininity, he departed for his friend’s house shortly after dinner, laptop in one hand, overnight bag in the other.
Tommy and Jake went directly to Jake’s bedroom and stripped to their briefs. Neither was gay, but Jake had learned years before that his mother and sisters wouldn’t walk in on him if they thought he might be in his underwear; as a result, he spent much of his alone time almost naked. The plan had worked well for him — he always had warning before the door opened.
They played on his Xbox One and PlayStation 4, both of which had been tweaked in various ways, until after midnight. Each of the boys was quite accomplished at a variety of massively multiplayer (MMP) first-person shooter games; their much older and more masculine looking avatars had many online friends, none of whom would have guessed that they were skinny, virginal thirteen-year-old boys. Of course, it was possible that all of those friends were also geeky teens. Such is the nature of the internet.
Jake started to show annoyance at Tommy’s distracted play and finally threw down his controller and quit for the night. “What the fuck’s wrong with you? That’s the third time you got me killed!”
Tommy looked at him and considered whether to tell — or show — his friend what he’d done. He went to the door and listened for a moment, ensuring himself that the house was dark and quiet. Then he closed and locked the door. Pulling out his laptop, he said “I’ll show you.”
He pulled out a USB drive and installed the Tor browser, typically used for accessing the “dark net” and virtually ensuring anonymity. Then he accessed the server and pulled up all five video feeds, arranged as tiles on the screen. No one was in the bathroom so he minimized those, leaving three slightly larger images of his sister’s bedroom on the screen. Sprawled about the room in their nighties were six girls, ranging from stunningly beautiful to plain but clearly female.
Jake turned to his friend in disgust. “You got me killed because you were thinking about porn? What the fuck, dude!”
Tommy gestured toward the screen as he maximized one of the feeds. “Take another look. Recognize anybody?”
The other boy leaned closer and looked. “What the fuck? Is that Nicole, from third period? She made a porno?”
Tommy pointed at the other girl in the frame. “What about her?”
Jake looked again. “Fuck, man. Is that your sister? I never knew she was that hot.” He turned and looked at his friend. “Nicole and your sister did a porno?”
“No, dumbass. Corinne’s having a sleep over for her birthday. I put cameras in her room.”
Jake laughed and punched his friend in the arm. “You fucking pervert!” But his eyes didn’t leave the screen.
Tommy maximized the other two video feeds. “I always wondered what girls did at sleep-overs, and Corinne has some hot friends, so…” He let his voice drop as the girls gathered in a circle on his sister’s queen sized bed. They all sat cross-legged, exposing their creamy inner thighs. Tommy kicked himself for not installing at least one camera with optical zoom, but then reminded himself of why he hadn’t. Such a feature might have made noise, possibly revealing the cameras to the girls. He could always use video editing software to add close-ups later.
He also kicked himself for not installing a microphone. He was very curious to know what the girls were talking about. Soon, though, it became obvious, as one girl, clearly blushing, stood up and started doing “jumping jacks,” her breasts bouncing up and down with each jump. Jake spoke first. “They’re playing ‘Truth or Dare’,” he said as the girl sat down, her chest heaving as she regained her breath.
A few minutes later, another of the girls pulled her nightie over her head, leaving herself only in her panties. She appeared to count to ten, then put her nightie back on. So it continued, with more girls choosing “Dare” over “Truth.” Another girl took off her top, but this one left it off. Soon, there were two topless girls. Apparently, each dare was to be more daring than the last.
Both boys had boners and Tommy regretted having done this in front of Jake. He desperately wanted to jack off but was unwilling to do so in front of another boy. Then he noticed that Jake’s hand had moved to the front of his briefs. He said nothing, waiting to see what his friend would do.
When a third girl — this time Miranda — took off her top and started stroking her little brown nipples, Jake could take it no longer. He pulled out his dick and started stroking. Tommy did the same. The two friends watched avidly as Miranda pleasured herself. Tommy could have sworn he saw a tiny patch of moisture form on her panties, but couldn’t be sure because one of the other girls moved between her and the camera. Another girl started to stroke her own nipples, and then a third. Finally, Tommy’s sister, Corinne,
The boys looked at one another, embarrassed. Finally, Jake broke the silence. “Dude! Please tell me you’re recording this.” He wiped his hand on his briefs then turned back to the screen.
Tommy nodded. “Of course I am!” Entranced, the two boys continued to watch. Two of the girls started to make out. Soon, they were joined by another pair, who lay down and entwined their limbs and rubbed their crotches together.
“Wow,” Jake commented. “They’re really getting into it!” Both boys were still hard as rocks, their cocks throbbing in their now moist briefs.
Finally, all six girls were making out, occasionally switching off. None of the girls, to the best of Tommy’s knowledge, was “out” as a lesbian; he was definitely learning something about girls he never would have guessed. “Dude! They’re doin’ this just for fun. Six boys’d never do this, even if they were all queer.”
Eventually, one of the girls got up and turned off the light. All six girls were in the same bed. The boys would have liked to have continued to watch, but they couldn’t see anything in the dark. “Next time,” Tommy said, almost to himself, “mics and infrared.”
Jake looked at Tommy. “That was hot, dude.” He blushed, obviously embarrassed by his very visible hard-on. “Look, man. I’m not queer. Ya know? But… I’m really horny. You wanna jack off again?” He paused, and when Tommy said nothing, added “We don’t have to do it together. One of us could go in the bathroom, if you want.”
Tommy thought about it. Truth-be-told, he was curious about his friend’s “package” and didn’t think it would do any harm. ‘In fact,’ he thought, ‘it’ll make it even less likely that Jake’ll tell anybody about the video.’
He slid out of his briefs, gripped his cock and started stroking. He watched as his friend did the same, then leaned back and closed his eyes. He’d seen his friend’s cock; his curiosity was satisfied. Jake’s was about four inches long — about average — and about an inch shorter and with slightly less girth than his own. ‘If,’ he thought, ’Jake wants to watch me, I don’t mind.’ He was going to concentrate on his own pleasure.
Tommy tried to focus on Miranda, but his mind kept circling back to his sister. He’d never really thought much about Corinne, but his friend was right — she was hot — and he found himself more and more turned on by the image of her breasts, her fingers moving over her nipples, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips. He came in his hand, then pulled up his briefs and walked toward the bedroom door.
His friend was sprawled out on the bed, his cock in his hand, a huge smile on his face, apparently oblivious to the world. Tommy couldn’t help but wonder about which of the girls Jake had been fantasizing; he hoped it wasn’t his sister.
As he cleaned himself up in the bathroom, his mind wandered through a series of fantasies. He pictured the six girls, all naked, in a circle around himself. He imagined his sister licking and sucking his cock. He imagined Miranda taking his cock between her legs and up her ass. He envisioned each of the girls begging him to take her first. He wondered if he could use the video to make any of that happen.
By the time he got back to Jake’s bedroom his briefs were tented out again.
If you want to know what happens next, click this link for part two.