You’d think that once I found her username, I’d be happy.
And don’t get me wrong – it definitely put a smile on my dial. It cheered me up more than the time I’d actually managed to beat one of Ashley’s test scores (a rare occurrence – if I didn’t know from personal experience how damned smart she was, I would have sworn she was sleeping with the teacher).
But happy isn’t the same as satisfied, and so while the site was great, it wasn’t getting me any closer to sleeping with my sister.
Though it sure was fun to look at.
Three days had passed, and nothing had happened. At least, nothing obvious.
That doesn’t sound long written like that, does it? “Three days had passed.” That’s only four words, it takes what…a second to read?
But when you have to live through them, trust me: three days is agony. It feels exactly like this:
Thhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee ddaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyysssssss hhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddd paassssssssssseddddd.
Just as long, and just as annoying.
I thought I’d worked out exactly what would happen, when I moved the files around. It would be simple – Ashley, suddenly less concerned with her reputation and overly concerned with making some quick bucks, would start looking for a job. And since she now had an overwhelming need to show off her body to strangers (and acquaintances, lovers and friends), it seemed obvious what kind of job she’d be looking for:
We don’t live in a huge town or anything like that, but we’re big enough to have our own strip club. I’ve never been before (why would I? Porn is just a few clicks away, and if I desperately want to see someone in the flesh, I just have to wait for my sister to bring out her orange bikini) but I knew it was there.
So did Ashley. I thought for sure that I’d put all the pieces in place to checkmate Ashley’s pawn, or however that works. But no matter how many times I left the paper out (my parents still read the paper. Different generation) with the “MAKE CASH NOW” ad for strippers prominently displayed, it didn’t work.
Worse, she wasn’t out there, looking for jobs – she was just spending most of her time in her room with the door locked, playing music.
Three days. It took me three days to work it out.
That’s at least partially because of my reduced curiosity, I guess, but still – three days!
Thhhhreeee…- it’s okay, I won’t do that again.
On the evening of the third day, I went back into the room. I was trying not to go back in too often – I didn’t want Mom or Dad waking up and finding me in a strange, dusty room, reorganizing their priorities – but I needed to know what had happened.
“Short term wealth.” It was exactly where I’d left it, right behind the “Sexual Health” folder (money’s nice, but herpes is for life). I pulled it out and opened it up to see what I’d missed. Maybe the folder used “wealth” to mean family, friends, sitting-in-a-room-by-yourself-listening-to-music. I had no idea why it would mean that, but clearly something was up.
Inside the folder there were a number of sheets of paper. The first one looked like a checklist, or a game plan: it had a bunch of different possible income streams, and they seemed to be ranked.
“Win the lottery” was right down the bottom (like I said, my sister’s not dumb. The odds of winning the lottery are about the same as taking every second of every day over six months, and guessing exactly which second I’m thinking of*).
*Did you pick month three, day twenty-seven, hour nine, minute forty, thirty-fifth second? Nope? You just lost the lottery.
Up the top, however, was something that made me want to facepalm harder than I’d ever facepalmed before:
I quickly found the US Camgirls sheet and had a read. I didn’t really know much about camgirl sites – like I said, porn is free – but it seemed that my sister had found a few different ways to make money from the site. It was genius, really – she could make money from showing off to strangers without any of the risks.
Putting the folder back in the drawer, I headed straight back to my computer and did some reading. Camgirl sites are pretty simple – pretty women use their computers webcam to stream themselves live to the internet. There’s a little chat so you can send messages and requests, and – here’s the clever part – publicly “tip” you.
What a lot of girls will do is set up different types of show – strip show, shower show, “Hibachi” show (a popular kind of vibrator, I worked out), cum show (masturbating on-camera with their fingers) and then not start the show until they reach a certain number of tips. They’ll also sell their panties, and short videos of themselves – solo videos, girl-on-girl, sometimes even girl-guy vids.
Again, not something I’d ever been into, because…well, porn is free. The main reason people use these sites is because of the connection, apparently – the girl is laughing and chatting to you (like a girlfriend experience kind of thing) and that’s worth the amount of money they can make.
And they can make a lot of money. The top camgirls, my research told me, make something like a million dollars a year.
That’s not an exaggeration. A million dollars a year.
Obviously my sister was just starting out, so she was nowhere near that, but yeah – I could see why she’d gone down that path. There are a bunch of different cam sites, and it seemed that she’d gone with USCamgirls because of how quickly they paid out.
And within a few months, I knew my sister would be making the big bucks. Probably not a million a year, but with her body? I wouldn’t be surprised.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve mentioned that my sister is gorgeous, but I’m not sure if I really made it clear. Like, I’m not an incest guy – I don’t read about it online or have any interest in my Mom or anything like that. My obsession came from one thing, and one thing only: the fact that my sister is gorgeous.
Ashley is blonde and blue-eyed, with thick lips (not in a slutty way, just in a…well, it’s hard to spend too much time watching my sister’s mouth without imagining it wrapped around certain things) and I don’t know if she sold her soul to the devil for it but she has literally never had a pimple in her life. I know: before puberty hit, I was wanting something to tease her about, but nothing ever came.
And her body…wow. Expeditions into her underwear drawer have told me that she’s a C-cup, but everything she wears just seems to emphasize her perfect tits. Our pizza guy was a lucky man, I’ll tell you that. She’s got a thin waist, wide hips, and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off. She’s an incredible mover – as well as being amazing at basically every sport she’s ever tried, she did a bunch of jazz hip-hop when she was in high school.
One time when she didn’t know I was home, I caught her dancing in her underwear. It was one of the greatest moments of my life.
She genuinely doesn’t sound real. Hell, I live with her and I struggle to believe that she’s real.
And now, I hope, you understand why I had to have her.
The next day, I loitered in the hallway until I heard the music come on. Then I ran straight to my computer, loaded up USCamgirls.com and hit the “new” section. There were about a dozen girls, but it was pretty easy to narrow it down. My sister isn’t Asian, for starters.
When I was researching these sites, I’d learned a handful of things about how to put a profile together – like they recommend using a picture of your face for your profile pic, to further emphasize the “real girl!” thing, but my sister had gone with just a picture of her tits.
Now, before you start thinking of me as ungrateful, believe me – looking at my sister’s tits was one of the greatest experiences of my life. Even if there hadn’t been anything else to the site, just her tits, that would have been an amazing day.
Her nipples were long and pink and her areolae were surprisingly large. It made me think of a cow’s teats – I have no idea why I found that hot, but I did. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.
And then I clicked through to her page, and started to smile.
There were a whole heap of people in her chat-room. She hadn’t turned anonymous off, and so she was getting some requests which even I thought were weird.
But she wasn’t really paying much attention to them. My sister was dancing in the middle of the room, slowly stripping (well, it couldn’t have been that slowly – she’d only been online for a few minutes, and she was already down to panties and the safety pinned button-up shirt she’d been wearing the other night) and just looked like she was having a ball.
Her panties were wet, and every now and again she’d stop, glance at the computer and shiver with pleasure.
Ashley was exploring her exhibitionist streak…and loving every minute of it.
But – and here’s what made me smile – she was hardly getting any tips at all. Why buy the milk when you can get the cow for free, hey? (Don’t ask why cow metaphors keep springing to mind.) Like don’t get me wrong – she was making money, but no more than she’d make if she was…I dunno, stacking shelves or flipping burgers.
My sister needed someone to help her with her newfound career. Someone that she trusted…
I spent the next six hours watching my sister, as she came over and over again. I saw now why she’d left anonymous comments on – it seemed the nastier the suggestions, the more she got off on it. On one hand, it was a pretty amazing day for me – not only did I see my sister naked for the first time, I also got to see her:
-Finger herself to orgasm
-Use a vibrator on herself to orgasm
-Spread her legs apart and try to fit a deodorant can inside herself
-Fuck herself with the deodorant can until she came
-Cover her tits with honey and try to lick it off, and (in her final ‘show’ for the night):
-Put clothes pegs on her nipples, spank herself until her ass was red, and then finger herself to orgasm one last time.
It was a hell of a day.
But the whole time, I was taking notes. When she was done, I had five pages of notes and not a single drop of semen left in my entire body. I thought I’d jerked off before, but on that day, I think I might have broken some kind of record. So much that I’d been fantasizing about seeing (and so much that I’d never even thought of)…like I said, it was an amazing day.
But I didn’t stop there.
As soon as my sister turned the camera off, I jumped straight into the room of one of the most popular girls on the site (they sort them by how much they earn, not by how many people are watching) and spent a few hours watching her channel and taking still more notes.
I had ideas.
As I got up to go to dinner, a thought struck me – my plan relied on Ashley sleeping with so many people that her brother was just one more on a long list. My best bet for avoiding suspicion was to transform Ashley into a complete slut, make her morals slip so much that her distaste for incest going out the window didn’t stand out.
But camgirling was a mostly solo venture – it involved her sitting in her bedroom, alone.
On the other hand, it opened up some pretty interesting doors, and a plan was starting to formulate at the back of my mind. If I went back to plan A and convinced her to get a job at the strip club, I’d be throwing all that away, and it was a plan that would work – I knew it would.
What to do?
Over dinner, I tried not to act any differently. Fortunately, Ashley looked as exhausted as I felt, and so even if my face somehow conveyed how much I’d seen her do, I don’t think she would have noticed.
“What’d you get up to today, Ash?” Dad asked, chewing the steak that Mom had made for dinner.
“Hung out online,” she said with a smile. “Just chatting to friends, mostly.”
“How about you, Jakey?”
“Yeah, pretty much the same. Found a new site, it’s pretty fun.”
Normally this would be followed by a less-than-subtle reminder that we should be out there looking for jobs, but today it didn’t come. An unexpected perk from my parental priority rearrangements. Instead, Dad got up and opened the freezer door.
“What do you want for dessert tonight, guys? Ice-cream? Pie?”
My eyes widened as the solution to my problem became obvious, and it was with a huge grin that I replied.
“Why not both?”