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The stalker, part 1.

Day 1.

You're enjoying lunch with your friend at your favorite café. After a while of friendly conversation and laughter, you notice a guy staring at you from across the room. Dark brown eyes, we'll groomed beard, highlighting the attractive shape of his face. Handsome for sure, but something about his intense stare makes you uncomfortable. As the conversation with your friend continues, you keep glancing over to him, and it seems like his eyes are glued to you. It's almost like he's right there in your personal space. You just can't shake that uncomfort.

As you're getting up to leave, you notice him scanning your entire body, focusing on every inch, almost as if he was undressing you with his intense eyes. You just want to leave.

Your friend and you are walking home, and conversation gets easier as you slowly relax again. You start to feel how tense your body actually was, but somehow his handsome face isn't leaving your mind either.

As you're hugging your friend, in front of your door, you see a tall guy at the end of the street, with a similar jacket to him and for a second you tense, but then you remind yourself. He was sitting in the restaurant when you left, so that's not him.

Day 4.

It's been a couple of days now since that incedent in the restaurant, and you're barely thinking about the guy. Until now. You just entered the bus to get home from work, and he's sitting there, staring at you. Immediately you feel that tension again. That uncomfort. His eyes just slicing through the air. It almost feels like his looks slice through your clothes, expose you. And even though you're so tense and uncomfortable you feel how your lap is starting to get a little bit wet. After all, he's an attractive man giving you all his attention.

As you walk to the door to exit at your stop, you notice how he gets up as well. Still staring up and down your beautiful body. He steps out of the bus a little bit after you and walks just a few meters behind you. You can feel his eyes on your back. His eyes on your butt. His eyes on your legs. You start walking faster, and faster, without turning around, you can still feel him behind you.

As you get closer to your door your heart starts beating faster and faster, you don't want him to know where you live, but you also don't want to look at him and accidentally signal something. But you turn around anyway, and you'd continue walking past your door if you had to. But he's gone.

You realize how stupid that was. He probably wasn't even looking at you.

As you enter your door, you turn around one more time, and from the corner of your eye, you see him standing on the other side of the road, behind a car. Staring at you.

"Fuck, it wasn't stupid, and now he knows where I live".. Your brain goes wild, your breath short, your heart rate explodes.

You come in and quickly want to close the blinds, but you just have to check - he is nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was just in your imagination?

Day 5.

You couldn't sleep all night. You're scared to open your blinds. Scared to leave the house. You call your friend to pick you up to go to work together. And as you leave the house, there is no sight of him. Neither in your favorite place for lunch, nor on your way home. You start to relax. As you open your mailbox, you find a letter with just a heart drawn on it. And inside a picture. A picture of you from the restaurant the other day.

What is happening? And why do you feel your lap getting warm, even though you're scared an uncomfortable?

Day 6.

Another night of rough sleep... But you carefully open the blinds in the morning. Noone there. You take a shower like every morning, walking back into your room with just a towel, you get dressed like always. Continously checking out side whether you see him, but Noone is there. Nothing on your way to work, or on your way home either. But your dread opening your letter box. Rightly so. Inside another letter. Another picture of you, in the towel from this morning. But even worse, he seemed to have taken a Polaroid and put his cock right next to it. Immediately you freeze. What a sick pervert?! You're tense, your heart is beating fast, and it takes you some time to realize, that you're completely wet. His cock is huge. And what a gorgeous shape, and even though you don't want to admit it, your body tells you different. Almost like in trance, you go inside, close the blinds and masturabte looking at his cock.

As you fall asleep you feel so ashamed and naughty considering what you just did...

Day 12

For almost a week now you haven't seen him. No pictures. Nothing. Maybe he got his fun and that's it. And even though you're still thinking about him, you start to let your guards down.

As you step out of the shower into your room, with open blinds and dressed with nothing but a towel, he stands right in front of you windows, staring at you.

You freeze. You wanna scream but you can't. You cannot move for what feels like an eternity. You notice his hands in his pocket is moving. There is a huge buldge in his pants. Suddenly you snap out of it and run back to the bathroom. "Fuck, what am I gonna do? Call the police? Call my friend?" you wait for 15 minutes and take a peak. He's gone. Immediately you run to the windows and close the blinds. "Okay, he's gone.. I can just go to work". You're so scared, yet so excited and turned on somehow. You don't even know where that comes from.

As you step into the bus, you see him again. He's staring at you, and next to him there is an empty seat. With a single head movement he signals you to sit down next to him. Your heart is pumping. Youre breathing fast, and you don't want to, but he seems to have so much control, you do it anyway.

As you sit down, he puts his hand on your knee. Immediately you start shivering. That mix of fear and excitement is thrilling. It's driving you crazy. He whispers in your ear: "you look cute in just a towel."

You blush, you're so embarrassed.

"but, aren't you a little old to wear pink panties?"

You're shocked. How would he know what kind of panties you wear? You closed the blinds! No way he could have known.

"Yes, I have cameras in your place".

He gets up, smiles at you for the first time. But not a kind smile. A devious smile. And leaves the bus. Leaving you in complete desperation. And fear, and somehow: excitement.

Caught off guard - part 1.

Your older brother just left the house. You're home alone, curious and bored wondering what your brother has been up to. As you go through his computer you stumble across a folder named "hot". A collection of pics and reels of you and your girlfriends, that you posted on Insta and TikTok. You're slightly confused, yet intrigued. As you scroll further, you start finding pics that you took in private. Revealing pictures, lingerie pics that you didn't send to anyone. Then there is a video. You're slightly scared what it will be, but you open it anyway. Your jaw drops and your body contracts as you see one of your panties wrapped around a cock, slowly stroking it to one of your pics in the background... You close it immediatly. Shocked. Uncomfortable. What the fuck is he doing?...

You leave the room and try to disctract yourself, but your mind just keeps circling back to that video. And to your surprise, not only with disgust, but a part of you is excited. You find moment after moment where you imagine the video and your thighs are getting warm, your heart beats faster, your breath shortens. After an hour or so you have to go back. You watch the full video, somehow getting more excited with every second. You can't believe your eyes as you're watching your brother blow his load in one of your panties, but at the same time you notice your hands have been gently stroking your body this hole time. Your neck, your chest, your waist, your legs and even caressing your lap. Confused, excited, horny, disgusted, ashamed you open his browser and open a porn site. Right on the suggested page you already see "Sister seduces brother". In trance you open it and start touching yourself. You can't help but imagine its you and him in the video. Your hands between your thighs, pleasing yourself. Your eyes focused on the screen, your mind drifting of. Your body shaking to the idea that its your brothers massive cock inside you. You let go of the disgust, and the shame, realizing you've been wanting this for quite some time now. Why else where you excited everytime he left the shower? Hoping he'd drop his towel one day? Your legs shaking, your breath heavy, your back sweating, you moaning as you orgasm to the thought of you and your brother.

Slowly you calm down catching your breath, when suddenly you hear his voice right next to you: "Are you done sis?" he says laughingly.

Blood rushing to your face, a wave of shame rushing through your veins. After a second of shock, that felt like an eternity you just jump up, run into your room and lock the door.

How long was he standing there? Why did he embarres me like that? What did I just do? What if he took pictures of it? What if he tells anybody? WIll anybody believe me about the video of him touching himself to pics of me?

There it is again, that thought of the video. And even though you are so confused, you can feel some excitement rising again. "NO" you scream inside your head. "I have to find a way to make sure he doesn't tell anyone what happened!".

To be continued...