Page 23 of Baked

“What?” Indi sat up in shock.

“I’m sorry, it’s work.” He casually kissed her head, grabbing his things.

Her body slumped as she watched him rush away from her. “What—Carter. Carter, what am I supposed to do?”

Carter stopped, looking around the room. “Just keep yourself busy. Kitchen is stocked and you should have everything you need. Text me if you don’t.”

“Carter!”

“What?” he snapped. Indi made a face. “I’m sorry, but it’s work, Indi!” Carter quickly left as I listened. The garage door opened and closed, telling me he was gone.

Indi sighed, sitting on his bed in nothing but a delicious matching set of black floral lace with embroidered cherries. I knew it well, having seen it featured in many of her streams and content. She looked upset. I could only imagine the thoughts racing through her mind as she sat there, almost leaving the man who treated her so terribly just to end up back in his bed, alone. It hurt to see her, knowing the cracks he must have made in her soul to damage her enough to willingly stay with someone like him. Her desperation to be loved tugged at my heart. If only she knew just how loved she was, how badly she was wanted. If only she would accept the sick darkness between us. She would never experience these dark feelings that haunted her again. Not as long as I lived.

Indi sniffled, fighting back tears. She grabbed her phone, rolled onto her back, and began to scroll through it. The way she was positioned was perfect. I could not only see her breasts pooling from her bra, but I could see what she was doing on her phone.

Indi was looking at the photos we took together, zooming in on our faces. It was interesting to see. I stepped closer to the closet door, watching her swipe through. She wasn't just aimlessly looking. No, she was thinking about me.

She moved from the photos to her text and began to type, pausing as she stared at her phone. “No, I’m mad at him.” She tossed her phone down with a frustrated grunt. She rolled around, kicking her legs, obviously bored. “Keep myself busy, huh?” She made a face, thinking before the hint of a smile formed. She then bit her lip, snatching her phone back. I watched as she tapped the screen.

Well, if she’s just going to doom scroll, then so am I.

I pulled my own phone out and noticed something. Indi had read my message. Not an ordinary text but the message I sent via my secret account. My video. I opened the thread to see she had seen it a while back.

Interesting.

“I’ll keep myself busy.” My head snapped back to Indi. Her face was lit up as she sat on her knees, slightly facing my direction as she looked through her phone. She sat it in front of her, looking at something specific, but I couldn’t tell what. I peered through the mask, watching as her hands slowly glided down her thighs.

What’re you?—

Indi began to feel her body, staring at the phone as she touched herself. My mask tilted as I watched, my hot heavy breath filling the closet.

Oh, you naughty little thing.

I quickly and quietly watched, my dick swelling as it ached for her, loving every second of the private show I was getting. She moved so sensually, gliding her hands along her curves. Her nails scraped her skin while she gasped faintly. I repositioned my phone, ensuring the flash was off as I pressed record, zooming in. She took her time, reaching her fingers beneath the thin lingerie and played with her nipples, moaning at her delicate touch. It was so fucking hot to watch, but I didn’t just want to watch. I wanted to participate.

Let me join you.

With my free hand, I pulled my aching dick free from my jeans and began to stroke myself. My dick hardened and grew with excitement as I listened to her, enjoying herself. Her fingers traveled down her bare stomach and beneath her panties. She was massaging her pretty little clit, and as I watched, I rubbed my dripping tip. I moved with her speed, pretending it was her fingers playing with me.

“Oh,” Indi cried out as she gently began to finger herself. Her body rose and rocked against her palm as she looked at her phone, obviously turned on and driven by whatever she saw. I mimicked her movements, thrusting against my grasp as I, too, moved fast. It was a challenge to try and keep still enough to record her while masturbating, but even harder to stay quiet. Especially with her moaning so loudly.

Indi cried out again, the sound telling me she was nearing her climax. She increased her speed, ruthlessly fingering herself.

That’s right. Fuck yourself like the wicked thing you are.

She began to cry out, leaning forward, rocking faster and faster against herself. It was so fucking delicious to see, milking my own impending orgasm as I watch, breathing heavily beneath my mask. She nearly fell forward, knocking her phone across the floor as she gripped the edge of the bed and came with a loud scream. “Oh fuck!”

My curious eyes fell to the phone just outside the closet to see the video I had sent her of me in my mask coming for her. The video was zoomed in on my dripping dick as cum squirted all over my shaft. And I immediately came, faster than I’ve ever come before.

Jesus fucking christ!

I dropped my own phone, the sound thankfully hidden by the delicious noises Indi was making, and tried to control myself. I was spewing all over, grabbing one of Carter’s shirts to catchwhat I could. My eyes were fixated on her, the two of us so sickly obsessed with the other, coming at the fantasy we obviously both wanted. She just didn’t know it yet.

Oh, this is so fucking wrong. But so fucking right.

Indi’s body slumped, her heavy breathing filling the room as she calmed. She was out of breath, which told me how good the idea of me made her feel. I tried to calm myself, my own climax slowly relaxing. I had to look away to ensure I cleaned my mess up, realizing how much I came.

Damn, little sis. Only you could make me come so fucking hard.

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