Wrapping up my first year at college, I enjoyed the experiences a whole lot. The new sense of freedom and responsibility proved to be refreshing and challenging. My last week as I completed exams was bitter-sweet. Not to mention the farewell parties and outings with the girls. Looking back over the year, I can leave it behind feeling that I made the most of it.
It was a totally new place for me when I arrived. I was fortunate to live on my own in a dorm on campus. Sharing rooms seemed to be the worst, so I begged my parents to find me something segmented. Through my classes, and playing some recreational volleyball, I quickly made friends and settled into a group; though they were very different than me.
I am by no means a 'rich girl.' My mom and dad have made a comfortable living for themselves, but they are not living the high life by any means.
They often say to me, "Katie, money doesn't grow on trees in our yard."
The girls I met in college flaunted their Gucci bags and BMWs, seeming as though they were royalty. It became very apparent to me the first few weeks of revolving in their orbit that I would have some trouble keeping up with them and their activities. I didn't want to get a job my first year at school, and my parents put me on a very tight budget, so I figured I was out of luck... that is, until an old friend of mine gave me an idea for how to make some extra money with minimal effort.
My best friend Cara, now attending a college out in San Diego, was talking to me on the phone one day, bragging about all of the shopping she had been doing and the extravagant nights out. I asked her to share her secret.
Cara explained, "So... what I did was... I set up this account on Snapchat. It's a Subscriber account. Men join and they send 'Gifts.' Whatever they want to send. All I do is post pictures of me in my dresses, skirts, shorts, whatever. They make requests from time to time, which, the gross ones, I just ignore. It's literally so easy. Last week, I made $1,000 from posting 6 photos... I can send you the link?"
The only reason I had faith in this process is that Cara and I are nearly identical. At the time of the explanation of the account, we were both 18 years old, blonde, and with very similar features. We both are about 5'5 in height, and weigh a little less than 100 pounds in weight. Though neither of us are especially blessed in the chest area (small and perky), our toned, heart shaped butts couldn't get more attention. They are our real gifts - round, bubbly, and sculpted from endless hours in the gym and recreational sports. We both take a great deal of pride in being such effective distractions to the men around us on campus and elsewhere. It's amusing to see how much power we hold by wearing garments that flatter our cutest features.
Just as Cara had explained, I started the account during my second week of college. I posted a few photos in my channel, and somehow, I was being noticed and subscribed to. Within a few weeks, I had amassed nearly 100 subscribers. And just as Cara said, it was so easy. Tips were being sent seemingly just to get me to notice them. Ten dollars here, thirty there. All for just some innocent selfies and mirror shots in barely revealing clothing. What was not to love? It funded my entire social life at college allowing me to go to fun brunches, concerts, bars, and all the other fun activities without having to rely on a man or to beg my family for money.
As the year went on, my follower-ship grew, reaching the several hundreds. I was a little nervous I might be recognized, but then again, I wasn't posting anything that bad. To me, it seemed like a win-win.
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I returned home for the summer, excited to relax and catch up with some of my friends and to spend time with family. My first week was a blur, relaying my experiences to my mom and dad (at least... most of them), and settling back in to my room and my space. When they asked me about getting a summer job, I lied and told them that I had found an opportunity as a grant writer and was working with an organization near my college, getting paid by the document. That was enough to satisfy their curiosity about all of the new clothes I was able to afford, the experiences I was able to have during the previous year, and how I planned to support myself during the coming year.
I woke up Saturday morning, now having been home for a week. I walked downstairs in a pair of gray cotton short shorts that accentuated my long, slender legs, and a tight white t-shirt that exposed my midriff and pressed against my chest. I found mom and dad in the kitchen.
"Good morning!" I exclaimed with a smile as I took my seat at the kitchen table.
As soon as I sat, dad jumped up and poured me some coffee, fixing it with sweet creamer and sugar. He always loved pampering me, and I loved it that way. I smiled as he placed it down in front of me and took his seat.
"Thank you, daddy!" I said, smiling as I took the first sip. I then asked, "So... what is the plan for the day?"
My dad looked up from his paper and said, "your brother, Brian is coming home for a few days. He's going to stay until Tuesday morning. Didn't he tell you?"
I laughed at the explanation. It wasn't uncommon for Brian to not communicate with me. He was nearly ten years older than me after all, having just turned twenty-nine.
I smiled and responded, "Oh, great! I haven't seen him since you guys dropped me off at university. When is he supposed to be here?"
My mom looked over at me and answered, "Any minute, darling!"
Before I could even pick up my phone to text Brian, I heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" I yelled as I stood up and ran over to the front door.
As I opened it, there he was. Brian stands at about 6'2 and weighs over 200 pounds. He has broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and inherited our father's dark brown hair and eyes. I quickly jumped into his arms as he dropped his bags.
"Brian!" I shouted as I embraced him. He easily picked me up and held me for a few moments before setting me back down.
"How's it going, Katie? Looking like you successfully defended against the infamous freshmen fifteen!" He then pushed a playful jab into my stomach.
I laughed and answered, "I know, thank God. The gym was so close to my dorm so it made it pretty easy for me!"
We caught up and walked into the kitchen where mom and dad similarly greeted him. Then we sat around the table catching up for a few hours. All the while, I was periodically glancing at my phone. Just because I wasn't actively posting photos on my account did not mean that the gifts stopped coming in. Occasionally, I would look down at my notifications, smiling at the amounting funds continuing to grow in my account.
After several hours of chatting, mom and dad stood up and mom said, "well, we have plenty of time to talk this weekend. Your father and I need to go get some groceries and run to a few stores. Do you two want to come with us?"
Brian and I looked at each other, both widening our eyes in disdain at the notion and shook our heads 'No.'
Mom and Dad both laughed, expecting the reaction. "Okay, that's what we figured. We will be back in a couple of hours. You two, don't burn the house down."
Brian and I smiled at each other as we remained at the table and they took their leave.
We went back and forth for about another 30-minutes, catching each other up on significant events. I didn't dare tell him about how I was funding my college year. I didn't want him to judge me for it. Although it wasn't particularly dirty, I wasn't sure he would see it as totally innocent either. But then, the questions began.
Brian looked at me and suspiciously asked, "So... any other major developments this year?"
The way he asked the question made me turn a little red as I quickly responded, "No... nothing that I can think of. Why?"
He smiled and lifted up his phone, tapping it a few times, and then turning it to face me. My jaw dropped as I saw the front page of my account on his phone. How in the hell did he find it?!
My face turned bright red as I chuckled awkwardly and said, "Oh... that. How did you...?"
He interrupted and said, "you wouldn't believe it. One of my college buddies sent me the link not knowing who you are. He just sent it to me one day saying 'you gotta take a look at this chick. Hot as hell.' Then I opened it and there you were. Care to explain?"
I felt bad that he was put in that weird situation, but I calmly tried to explain myself. "Yeah... you know how mom and dad aren't exactly thriving right now. I didn't want to ask them for more money to go do fun things with my friends and I had another friend who made one of these accounts and she was doing well with it... so I tried it out."
He looked more concerned than upset about it as he added, "I figured that was probably why. I just felt like I needed to talk to you about it. I don't want to be judgmental, but I feel like it is kind of a slippery slope. I have seen some of the photos. Not necessarily 'OnlyFans' content... but I just don't want you to end up there, you know? I would rather you just come to me and I can help you instead."
I smiled and said, "I appreciate it. But honestly, it isn't anything to worry about. And Brian... it is so easy. The easiest way to make money ever. All I have to do is post a picture and the money comes so fast."
I could tell by his face he was a little skeptical. I laughed and said, "Seriously. Watch."
I stood up from the table and opened up the app on my phone, triggering the selfie camera display. I held my phone up above me, capturing my face with a duck lips expression, capturing my exposed midriff and also a faint hint of cleavage pressing out of the cut of the shirt. I posted the photo and the chat went wild. I held the phone up and faced it towards Brian. "See?" I asked as I let him look.
His face looked amused as he saw the Gifts begin to flood in. "Okay, fine. I guess it isn't all that bad. As long as it doesn't start to get too out of hand. I just want you to be careful, you know?"
I smiled and brought my phone back and answered, "I know, and I am! Nothing to worry about. It's just some extra spending money, really." I took a sip of my coffee and then added, "besides, I can only do so much with selfies, you know? The angles and everything. If I had someone taking the photos of me, I could make so much more. But it isn't a big deal."
Brian laughed and asked, "What do you mean? Like just taking photos of you in some of your outfits or something? If it's just photos like the ones you've taken, I can help you out a little. If it isn't too weird, I mean."
I smiled cheerfully and responded, "that would actually be really helpful. Just like me in an outfit or two. Maybe like, in the living room or something?"
He smiled in support and said, "sure! Just go get changed or whatever and I'll meet you in there."
I watched as he stood up and walked into the living room. I was very surprised by the offer. Even if it wasn't anything too sexual, the notion of him helping me with this was a little odd. Or maybe it wasn't and I was making it too big of a deal. Maybe he was just trying to bond with me and help me out. Regardless, I got up and walked down the hall to my room, closing the door behind me.
I walked over to my dresser and quickly shed the shorts and shirt I was wearing, down to a pair of white lace panties. I started with a matching skirt and top. They were plaid with red, gray, black, and white in the design. I pulled up the skirt and the bottom rested halfway up my thighs. It was tight around my little, thick cheeks. I then pulled over the matching top that had thin straps over my shoulders. It covered my chest and pressed against my breasts, also exposing my belly button. I put my hair up in a ponytail as I examined myself in the mirror for a moment before returning to him in the living room.
As I walked in, he nearly spit out the sip of his drink he had taken while sitting back on the couch. "Jesus, Katie. Is this something new you bought? Don't you think it's a size too small?"
I laughed as I looked down and adjusted the fabric. "No, not really," I answered. "It's supposed to fit like this."
Brian shrugged his shoulders and responded, "Well, whatever. Hand me your phone?"
I walked up and handed him my phone, and then took a few steps back from where he was seated. I started with a pose facing him, placing my hands on my hips and bending my left knee, shifting my weight to my right leg. I smiled innocently into the camera as he took the shot. I then turned around, taking a similar pose, though looking back over my left shoulder at the camera, showing off the back of the outfit. The rounded shape could be seen pressing against the fabric in the plaid pattern, straining the material.
I smiled and asked, "How's that?"
Brian returned the smile and said, "I'm sure it will drive your audience mad. Just what you're looking to accomplish, right?"
I walked back over and sat down next to him as I took the phone and posted a few of the photos he had taken on the account. The reactions were much more instantaneous and significant than prior photos I posted. Gifts, comments, and requests came in quick. It was a little funny sitting here and watching them populate with my brother next to me. Seeing comments like:
"My God... so, so sexy"
"What a perfect, tight body"
"I could look at this one all day..."
And the tips were impressive. They were surpassing the average amounts from other photos posted in the past.
I looked over at Brian and jokingly said, "Thanks a lot. Now they are going to want and expect that quality every single time."
Brian's eyes, however, were glued to my screen. He clearly was not prepared to see all of the things that these men were saying in reference to me, his little sister. I was a little worried it might be too much. But then, he added, "They really ate that up, huh? How much did you just make there in total from those two photos?"
I looked back at the screen and scrolled through for a moment. Proudly, I stated, "It was a total of... $320."
He sunk further into the couch when I said the number. "That's insane," he said with his hand to his forehead, staring off into the ceiling. "I had no idea you could make that much money from just doing... that. I get you now."
I shrugged my shoulders and responded, "Yeah. It seemed like an okay thing to do. Though, it is a little weird knowing that YOUR friends have been viewers."
Brian laughed and agreed, "Yeah, definitely not going to tell them it's you. For both of our sakes." He paused for another minute and asked, "Soo, was that all you wanted to do... or did you want to take any more? If it's setting you up for next year and you're stacking money with it, I'm happy to help honestly... within reason, you know?"
I looked down at my phone at the different comments and requests, then back to Brian and said, "We could maybe try some of these requests. Some of these things would be a little hard to do on my own." I held up my phone and pointed at the screen, "like this one."
The message I pointed to said, "Let's see you dance around a little bit in that skirt, sweetie. ($50)"
I raised my eye brows at Brian as if to ask, 'are you ready,' then stood up and handed him my phone.
I explained, "So I'll just do something simple. Just like sway my hips a little, then turn around and shake, then we can stop it. Just like 15 seconds or so. Are you ready?"
Brian smiled and said, "uh-huh. Go for it."
As he said those words, the expression on my face changed to a more sultry one; almost a sort of pout. I then began to move my hands up from my hips, up my body as I slowly swayed back and forth for a moment in the little plaid skirt and matching top. I then spun around slowly to show off the back of the outfit. As I did, I began to bend slowly at the hips, lowering my chest forward as I shook my hips back and forth. Without knowing, my skirt rose higher and higher the more I bent over, revealing a hint of the white fabric hiding underneath, as well as providing a glimpse of bare skin under the skirt.
After I did the move, I looked back at Brian and the camera and, like a director, he said, "Cut! Okay. I think I got it."
I smiled and stood back up straight, adjusting the skirt, and then walking over to have a seat next to him again. As I sat down, I watched the video replay, seeing my body moving in the video. I glanced over at Brian and noticed his Adam's apple shift in his throat as he watched. It had to be strange watching this again after shooting it.
Brian smiled and said, "I think it looks great, Katie! Ready to post it?"
I smiled and nodded my head saying, "Go ahead and hit send!"
As Brian hit send, the $50 from the requestor immediately came through, as did several other smaller gifts and comments for the video. While re-watching the video, I noticed that part of my white panties had been exposed while I was bent over. I gasped a little and said, "oh my God... I didn't notice that. Why didn't you say something?" I playfully punched Brian's arm.
He just chuckled and answered, "Honestly? I didn't think it would hurt your cause at all. I mean for what you're trying to do here, that was perfect." Though I agreed, I was still slightly embarrassed.
The new content certainly didn't help to soften the explicitly of the comments. No; to no one's surprise, it did the opposite. Dirtier comments immediately started to flood in, accompanied by Gifts and requests:
"You know those panties would look better on the floor."
"When are we going to see you on all fours?"
"That little ass needs spanked..."
I stood back up and said, "I'm going to get some water. You want some?" Brian nodded, though his eyes stayed glued to the screen.
I could tell the comments were throwing him off. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to read in real-time the thoughts these men were having about his younger sister. It probably made sense to call it a day on this... or better yet, just never do this again. I grabbed the glasses of water from the kitchen and brought them back in. To my surprise, he was still holding my phone.
When he finally acknowledged me, he said, "That video you just posted made $500, Katie."
I laughed and said, "What?! That's crazy. Men are insane."
He laughed along as well and said, "Yeah, no kidding. With that kind of return though, this has got to be pretty tempting for you. This guy said he would pay $100 to see you in a bathing suit. $150 here for some kind of Halloween costume. And then $200 for lingerie. That's not even considering what you would get from other people as Gifts."
Hearing him rattle off the different figures was definitely tempting me. And his approval and encouragement was not helping me resist. Knowing that he knew about it, and was even somewhat supporting me in doing it, only made me want to do it that much more. I put my hands on my hips and asked, "So you think I should do it then? The bathing suit one, at least?"
Brian confidently nodded and said, "Yeah, at least that one! Why not? Go put it on, girl!"
I laughed and set my glass down, mimicking a soldier with a salute, barking back a, "yes, sir!" I then ran out of the room and back into my bedroom, quickly stripping out of the skirt, top, and white panties.
I fished a pink bikini out from the top drawer of my dresser. Definitely one of my smaller ones that I owned these days. Fashion for bikinis had taken a recent turn in that they seemed to just be thongs these days. Standing nude, I pulled up the pink fabric of the bottoms, lifting the straps high up my hips. The fabric tucked in between my cheeks in the back and pressed tight against my bare mound in the front. I then pulled over the matching bikini top, tying it behind me while making my way to the mirror. I yelled down the hall as I was finishing adjusting the top, "Hey! Maybe we could take these outside? Near the pool?"
finished up and walked back down the hallway into the living room. As I appeared in front of Brian, I noticed his expression change pretty drastically.
"Wow..." he said as he looked at me. "They are making those...uh... pretty small these days, huh?"
I laughed and answered, "Get out of here. You sound like an old man." I then gestured him to follow and said, "come on. Outside!"
I walked through the doorway leading out to the cement patio leading to the large pool that was built years ago. Brian followed quickly behind me with my phone as I walked over to one of the reclining white chairs that was located pool side. I sat down in the chair and leaned back, waiting for Brian to get into position with the camera. "Are you ready?" I asked as I looked up at him.
I then took my first pose, my long legs stretched out in front of me. I took my hands and moved them down to their respective sides of the waistband of the bottoms, looping my index fingers in them and giving them a gentle tug upward. I heard the camera shutter sounds as I looked up at the phone in his hands.
I smiled and said, "Okay, great. That was easy."
Then Brian raised a finger and said, "Hold on... we should probably get a shot from the back too, don't you think? I mean, for $100?"
I smiled and responded, "Yeah, I guess so. You're more generous than me!"
I then stood up and adjusted the reclining chair, laying it at a flat angle. I then returned to a laying position, this time on my stomach. Within seconds, I could feel the heat of the hot sun on my round cheeks, hardly hidden by the little, pink fabric. I heard a few shutter sounds as I rested in that position, turning my head so I could see Brian standing there in my peripherals.
"Those look great. I think they're going to love them," he said.
I pushed myself up slowly, lingering on all fours for a moment as I stretched a little bit before getting all the way up. I almost thought I heard another shutter sound as I stepped off the chair and returned to a stand. Brian turned and started walking back in the house. I smiled curiously and followed him inside.
As we walked in, the door to the garage opened, and there were mom and dad with hands full of groceries. "Oh, hey you two! Did you go for a swim?" Mom asked.
Dad added, "Looks like Katie did... and looks like you lost the rest of the fabric of your swimsuit. Brian, are you too cool for the pool now?"
Brian and I looked at each other and laughed as he explained, "No, no. Not too cool. Katie just asked for some help with taking some photos for her Instagram. You know how that goes. Brotherly duties."
Dad laughed and said, "hopefully you just took photos of the pool... and not of her in that thing. Katie, I didn't know you youngsters were swimming in your underwear these days."
I laughed, slightly embarrassed, and said, "Oh my God... I am going to change. You guys are ridiculous." I took my phone from Brian and smiled at him for covering for me. Though as I took the phone, I saw something very peculiar as he handed the phone over. There seemed to be something going on in his... pants. I didn't want to assume. It was probably just his phone... or keys or something. But the shape was rather large and was... a familiar shape. But I didn't call any attention to it as I took the phone and went down the hall to my room. I looked through the photos, noticing the ones from the front and the back. And some extras that he took... like me on all fours. I knew I had heard extra shutter sounds. Did I actually just see what I think I saw?
When I got to my room, I closed the door and sat on my bed for a moment, processing what just happened and reviewing the photos. I opened the app and posted the one from the front, then the one of me laying down on my stomach. And then, I posted the one on all fours as well. He must have thought I should post it if he took it, right?
I set my phone down and stripped out of the bathing suit, folded it up, and placed it back in my drawer. I was wondering if I should mention anything to Brian about what just happened... or if we should just leave it alone. We definitely need to be done with this at this point. Continuing wouldn't be good. Though I couldn't shake this feeling. Was he enjoying this more than he should? Or was I just imagining things? Was I enjoying it more than I should?
The comments, requests, and gifts came in rapidly once again. Every time we went further, more money. I was probably just being crazy. Of course he just wanted to help me out. That's all this was about. I opened up my texts and looked for our recent messages, typing out to him, "They loved those. Thank you for helping me out! Oh, and not blabbing to mom and dad about it."
Within a few seconds, I received a response from him saying, "no problem. They turned out great! Happy to help!"
Then that was it. He left it there. I can leave it there too. That's probably as far as we need to go.
But then, my phone buzzed again. I look down and see his name and the preview message, "Soo what are these Halloween costumes they were talking about? I assume you posted the outfits last fall?"
I smiled at the text. A type of smile I probably shouldn't have been smiling from reading about my brother's curiosity in any of my outfits. But I texted back saying, "Oh, yeah. That must be it. Last Halloween, I posted a few selfies of me in my costumes. One where I was a maid, then another as a school girl."
I hit send and waited for a few moments, quickly receiving his response. "Which one would be the least skimpy? You would probably just want to do the most conservative one and see how much you could get from that one, right?"
I was a little shocked that he continued to seem so interested in this. I texted back, "Yeah, probably the maid outfit, honestly. Though, they both make me look pretty slutty lol. You would have to be the judge of which one is the least skimpy, I think."
Moments later, he typed back, "Okay... try the maid one on first then! Just let me know when you're ready and I'll come in there!"
My eyes widened a little reading those words. It was honestly pretty presumptuous of him to think I would be so ready and willing to put on the little outfits right now. Though, to be completely honest, I was very willing. It all felt very strange to me. I kept telling myself that I was reading too much into all of this. That he had to just be trying to be helpful. But the way he kept wanting to keep going was a little odd. And exciting in a way that I wasn't sure how to explain. I knew in my heart and in my brain that there was no way my hunches about him could be right. He simply just wanted to lend me a hand.
I walked over to my closet fully naked as I saw the two costumes hung up on the rack. I took down the maid outfit, starting with the white, satin thong, pulling it up and feeling the soft fabric against me. I then pulled over the black bra with white lace. Next, I pulled up the black mini skirt with a white apron sewed to the front. It was very, very short. It barely covered my butt all the way when standing straight up. My whole stomach was exposed in the garments. I then pulled up the white lace garters on both sides with little white ribbons on them. I finished up the look with a white maid headband, tying everything together. I picked up the feather duster and walked over to the bed where my phone was set. I picked it up and texted Brian "Ready whenever you are!"
Within seconds, Brian was at my door. "Come in!" I said, as he opened the door and closed it behind him.
He looked at me and said, "Oh wow, you weren't kidding. That thing is pretty skimpy." He laughed and walked towards me.
I jokingly suggested, "So, should we go back into the living room, or...?"
He chuckled awkwardly and responded, "If we did that, Mom would kill you, and then Dad would kill me. We should probably just do these in here and be done, don't you think?" I nodded with a smile as I handed him my phone.
He looked around the room for a moment. I could tell he was thinking carefully. He then broke his silence by saying, "Okay... and maybe I am thinking too much into this. But with that outfit, maybe you could be doing some things that work with the theme? Like the feather duster... you could dust the fan while on the bed and I could get the shot?"
I smiled and said, "Okay!" I cheerfully jumped up on the bed with my duster in hand and reached up towards the blades of the fan, miming the dusting motion as he stood below me and took a few photos. He was shooting from the front, though the angle was rather low. I could tell he was likely taking a shot up my skirt. I stood with my legs slightly apart and on my tippy-toes as I finished up the pose, not blocking the view that I thought he was aiming for.
After a few photos, I then jumped down and said, "Okay, and from the back, maybe?"
He looked around the room, taking a step back from my bed and looking down at it. "Well... I guess you could like... I don't know... be like cleaning under your bed or something?"
I noticed his face turn a little red with these words. I could tell he was a little embarrassed to suggest it, so I definitely wasn't going to shut it down. I smiled and said, "Yeah, why not? Let's try it!"
I quickly dropped down to my knees and then my hands, while facing the bed. I then crawled towards it slightly, reaching my left arm under the bed. As I made the gesture, I was sure to exaggerate the motions. My back was arched and my chest was low to the floor. It was no secret to me that raising my butt in the air and being at this angle provided an intimate sight to Brian and the subscribers on my account. The more I lowered my chest, the more I felt the skirt rise up my cheeks, exposing more and more of my soft flesh, and more of the white satin tucked between them and pressed against me.
After a few seconds, I looked back and Brian seemed to be frozen looking into my phone as he was taking photo after photo. I smiled back at him and asked, "Do you think that's good?"
It was like I woke him up from a trance as he said, "Oh yeah, for sure! Those are great! You can get up, Katie."
It was an odd sensation; modeling in this outfit for him. Purposefully showing off the more intimate views of the costume. I pushed myself up to my feet, adjusting the skirt to cover me once again. By the time I made my way over to Brian to look at the phone, he had posted several of the photos into the group. The $150 came through from the request, followed by the comments, Gifts, and requests. And my God, were they ever excited. Together, we read things like:
"What a slutty little maid... I would throw her down on that bed for doing such a good job..."
"Whoever is manning that camera... pull that thong to the side lol"
"It would be a shame for her to get sTuCk under there..."
I laughed at the lewd comments as they came in. It was the Gifts I was most interested in anyway. I looked at Brian and said, "Tally those up, and I'll go change into the other outfit!" I smiled and walked over to my closet, closing the door behind me.
I quickly stripped out of the maids outfit, having to catch my breath. This was insane. Posting those photos and reading those comments and then continuing like this. This HAD to be the last outfit. No more after this. It is getting too out of hand for both of us. It feels like neither of us is stopping it. Almost as if neither of us wants to admit we don't want it to end...
I pulled up a black lace thong this time, followed by black mesh thigh high stockings with black lace garters. I then pulled up a tiny gray, black and white plaid skirt, entirely different from my skirt from before. This one was costume-small -- failing to fully cover the plush skin completely exposed by the black thong wedged between my cheeks. I then clasped a black lace bra around my chest, my cleavage pressing against it, finishing out the look with a tiny white blouse that was tied just above my belly button that I left open to expose the black lace. While scanning over myself in the mirror, I found two hair ties sitting on a jewelry chest. To complete the look, I pulled my long blonde hair back into two symmetrical pig tails. I looked like I was about to be in a porn. It's funny how different the outfit feels when Halloween isn't close by. And that was the absolute last thought I should've been having...
I walked out of the closet and saw Brian standing there with my phone in hand. He looked over at me and again looked shocked by the sight of me. "Wow, Katie. That one is... wow."
I giggled as I approached him and responded, "Well, thank ya. Yeah, this is the second one I wore last year. The skirt is just a bit shorter, and, well, the pig tails are classic."
I noticed he looked back at my phone and peaked to see what he was looking at. That's when he explained, "I told the group that the school girl outfit might be coming next for the right bidder. This guy here..." he said pointing to the screen, "he offered $300. Well I guess $150... He uh... he said that he would give $150 for similar photos of you in the outfit. $150 more for you to do a strip tease out of it. So I guess just the $150... right?"
Brian was talking pretty nervously. I was also surprised that he took it upon himself to message the group and solicit requests. Though, I guess it made sense. I responded, "Let's try the photos first... what were you thinking for this one?" At this point, I had almost entirely put the direction on him. For one, he had good ideas for how I should pose, having the brain of a man. But for the other, I was curious to see what he would suggest. How exactly he would suggest I pose.
He looked around the room again, and his eyes moved towards my makeup desk. "There," he said pointing at the desk as he walked towards it. "How about you pull the chair out and face it towards me. Then you could like... I don't know, lean back and spread your legs apart a little... or something? Kind of like an up-skirt shot?"
I pondered it for a moment and then said, "I can try. One sec..."
Doing as he said, I pulled the chair out to face him. I then sat down in the chair, neatly pressing my skirt against my thighs. I leaned back in the chair, and looking at him and the camera, slowly started to inch my knees apart, revealing the black fabric hidden underneath. His eyes seemed to widen in correlation with my legs opening. I watched as he took the shots, and whether he noticed or not, I watched as he adjusted something in his pants. As much as I tried not to notice, it was simply too... big to not notice.
Once he got the shot, I closed my legs and asked, "What do you think for the next one... professor?" My tone was joking and light hearted, but I could tell by the expression on his face that it may have struck a chord with him. Maybe something from a video he's watched, or something he's role-played in the past.
He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Uhh, I don't know..." He then walked over to my desk and grabbed an eye liner tube off the table and threw it into the middle of the room.
I looked at him, slightly annoyed and yelled, "Hey! What the hell?"
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Pick it up. You know, like you dropped a pencil."
My playful scowl turned to an amused smirk as I realized what he was going for. As I stood up, he took my seat in the chair. I slowly walked over to the eye liner in the middle of the floor and looked back at him as I began to bend down slowly, arching my back and sticking my butt out. The further I bent, the more I could feel the skirt rise and reveal the black thong underneath.
As soon as I made contact with the eyeliner, I looked back at him and hummed an innocent and aloof sounding, "Oops..." He was taking photos the whole time as I stood back up. I saw him quickly start to post them to the account.
He looked up with a cheeky smile for a moment and added, "Oh they are definitely going to be saying all of the cliches. 'You're going to need to stay after class!' All of those things."
I giggled at his comment and slowly strolled back over to him, saying, "You think so? They are going to want me to go to detention?" Playing along with the part, I bit the fingernail on my right index finger. I did well playing the ditzy school girl during Halloween. The guy I was seeing at the time definitely ate it up.
Brian cleared his throat and looked at me and said, "Yeah, something like that... here look." I leaned forward a little as Brian faced the screen of my phone towards me, reading comments like:
"Looks like somebody has been being a bad little slut..."
"If I was there, I'd have our school girl bent over my knee, for sure."
"It is pretty naughty of you to be teasing us like this, love."
I laughed as I read the comments, amused by the different things people were saying. There was something, honestly, a bit exciting about knowing the reactions I provoked in these men. But it undeniably fueled the fire in my mind that was growing in wonder at what was going through Brian's mind right now. Was he having similar thoughts? Could I even blame him if he was? I understand that there are certain lines that should never be crossed. Thoughts that should never be thought. People that should never be longed for or lusted to touch. But in these outfits and in this setting, it would almost be more baffling for someone to not fail to let certain sensations sneak through the cracks.
After reading the comments, I smiled again at Brian and asked, "So what do you think? Next? Or do we call it a night?"
As much as I knew we should call it a night, I was hoping his response would be anything except that.
He rubbed his chin for a moment with a strong hand and said, "I don't know... maybe we could try to..."
Just as he was finishing his sentence, there was a knock on the door. It was Mom.
She yelled, "Katie, have you seen your brother?"
I looked at Brian with a stunned and confused gaze as I answered, "Uhmm... I think he may have went for a run?"
There was a short pause, followed by an, "Oh, of course. Your brother -- the fitness nut. Dinner is in two hours!" I smiled as I could tell the answer worked.
I responded, "Okayyy, thank you Mom!" I waited a few moments for the sounds of her steps to fade in the distance. I then looked back at Brian and said, "So... what?"
Brian smirked a little. It was a different smirk than I had seen from him so far today. Like he knew something he shouldn't know. He then asked, "You're enjoying this a little, aren't you?"
I scoffed and folded my arms over one another and answered, "I mean, for the money, yeah."
He laughed and sarcastically added, "Oh, okay. So nothing to do with teasing these strangers? Couldn't have anything to do with that."
I smiled confidently, my arms still folded, and responded, "I mean, I am pretty good at it, don't you think?"
He smiled and said, "Yeah, that's not what I mean. It's just not that... believable, I guess. I mean, I'm sure it's working on the horny guys looking at the photos, but I'm sure some can tell it's not real. You have to try to sell it to me, I think. If you can sell it to me, you can sell it to anyone."
My mouth opened slightly from the shock at what I had just heard. Like he was challenging me to... be sluttier? I asked, "So you want me to try like, what? Turn you on?"
He chuckled at the notion and responded, "No, that's not what I meant. Forget it."
I smiled at him like we were two cowboys stuck in a draw, and like I'm the one with the better shot. "No, let me try again then. Let's try whatever was next... what was it?"
Brian looked at the phone to jog his memory and quickly added, "It was the... uhh... strip tease."
I walked over to the old, retro boom box I inherited from Brian years and years ago; one of the perks of being Gen Z growing up with a Millennial. I turned it on and played the CD that was inside. It was some old Justin Timberlake CD. I looked at Brian a little more serious this time and asked, "Are you ready?" He nodded his head, and I watched him hit record.
At the sound of the record button, I walked towards the center of the room, stopping at about five feet out in front of where he was seated. He looked totally captivated by my presence in that moment. I started by standing up straight with my legs a little more than shoulder length apart, gently shaking my pig tails back and forth and letting out a playful giggle. I made sure to keep my gaze focused on the camera with a half-smile on my face as I began moving to the beat of the music. Facing him, I bent my knees slightly and started to sway back and forth, moving my hips from left to right. As I did, I touched my hands to my knees, and slowly dragged them up and over my thighs and stockings, over the plaid skirt, passed the white blouse, and up to clasp them together behind my head. I slowly started to rotate my hips in a circular motion and turned around to face away from him. I then leaned forward, my chest lowering and the plaid skirt lifting slightly to expose more of the black lace underneath. In the bent over position, I began to slowly roll the black stocking down my right leg. And then my left. In the bent over position, I looked back at him and the camera and smiled mischievously as I wiggled back and forth, flaunting the view he and the subscribers were seeing. My motions were slow, but deliberate. I could feel the black fabric wedged deeply between my cheeks, and I could feel the bottom part of the skirt was offering almost zero cover of the sight on display.
I stood up suddenly and started to untie the blouse in the front. I rotated around again to face him as I slowly unbuttoned it and took another step towards him. Then another. I then let the blouse fall off over my shoulders, taking it in my left hand and raising it up in the air for a moment before deciding to toss it over to Brian with a seductive smile on my face. Now just in the black bra and skirt, and a few feet closer to Brian, I turned back around and stuck my fingers in the waistband of the skirt on each side. I slowly began to wiggle out of it, inching it down slowly as the full view of the black thong came into frame. I then finished the job, pulling it down passed my thighs, then my calves, down to my feet. I paused as my hands touched the floor and I arched my back, wiggling again for a moment before standing back up to my feet. I turned around cheerfully and asked, "There. What did you think of that?"
Brian was slow to react, finally cutting the video off several seconds after I spoke. "That was uhm... it was very uhh..."
I cut him off and asked, "believable?"
I saw his Adam's apple move again as he smiled, nodded his head, and said. "Very much so."
I giggled proudly as I looked down at him with my hands on my hips. He had my phone in his right hand and had his left placed over his lap. I couldn't help but notice, but didn't call attention to it. In the state it was in... it was too large not to notice. I cleared my throat and asked, "So, post it?"
He shook his head, as if to wake himself out of some kind of daze and said, "Right, yeah, let's see here..." I watched him tap away for a moment as he said, "there, okay. It's posted. The $150 came through and... wow. A lot more, too. Jesus, Katie. Very believable, apparently!" I stood there in my black bra and thong feeling proud of the information he was sharing. He looked a little puzzled by what he was reading, so I walked up next to him, still seated in my chair. I read the next string of messages:
"She has to be driving that camera man insane at this point with all that teasing lol"
"He's gotta be hard as a rock."
"She's totally asking for it."
I couldn't believe this was happening. I think in a way, I had removed our relationship from consideration as we have progressed through this. Did I really just do a strip tease for my brother? And not a joking or playful one. That was the real deal... It's developed into a sort of game, continuing to push boundaries and limits with the content being posted... and also testing the boundaries with my own brother. A part of me wonders why he hasn't said 'enough is enough,' and left. And another part of me wonders why I haven't put an end to it either. Does he want it to continue? Do I?
I remembered the next request was for me in some lingerie. I took the phone from Brian's hands and started typing a message:
"Changing into a pretty, pink set of lingerie... my camera man will only let me take requests with high $$$... sorryyy ;)"
I hit send and handed the phone back to Brian. His face changed color when he read the message, and I walked over to my closet, quickly closing the door behind me, leaving him sitting there completely stunned.The message that I added into the chat on the account was an impulsive decision. I told a chat room full of horny men to make requests of what they wanted to see with big bids, indicating that Brian, the "camera man"... AKA my brother, would be the one selecting them. I started to realize more and more how wrong it was, this thing we were doing. And instead of turning the light red, or even yellow, I turned it green and now would have to see how it played out.
Now in my closet with the door shut, Brian was sitting right outside in that chair, most certainly reading through all of the depraved requests and comments piling on to that chat. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, and if he was sharing the same strange thoughts as me. I knew I needed to just hurry up, change, and get back to him.
I stripped out of the black bra and thong I was wearing, swiftly folding them up and placing them on the dresser. I reached into one of my drawers -- my lingerie drawer. I had the perfect set in mind as I pulled them out. It was a pink, high-wasted thong and matching bra. Pretty, elegant lace, complete with a garter belt and pink leather straps that went around my thighs. I pulled up the pink thong, resting the straps high on my hips. The fabric in the front was nearly as thin as the fabric in the back, barely able to contain my soft lips from peaking out of the sides. I then pulled over the pink bra, clasping it on behind me. Next, I attached the garter belt that rested slightly over the thong. The leather straps wrapped around my thighs and attached to the garter belt. I walked over to the mirror, taking out the pig tails as I made my way to it. Standing in front of it, I smiled and admired the set, doing a spin in the mirror. In the front, the fabric was stretched up and thin, only covering the most sensitive areas and exposing skin that is ordinarily hidden, especially to him. In the back, the fabric hides itself between my cheeks and draws attention to the bubbly shape. This was it. The last outfit, then we could be done. I wasn't going to let it go any further than a few photos. Maybe a video. But that's it. It needed to stop.
As I walked out, I saw Brian's expression change again as he scanned over my body. My blonde, wavy hair was draped down my back and over my shoulders. The garments fit tight against my tone, sun-kissed figure, allowing an especially intimate view of me. I smiled and asked, "Well? What do you think?"
He chuckled and cleared his throat before saying, "That looks... like they are going to love it. But uhm... the requests."
I raised an eye brow as I stepped towards him, asking, "Are the comments pretty bad?"
He chuckled again and said, "They definitely aren't getting any better. I don't know if you would be comfortable with these..."
I smiled confidently back at him and responded, "I don't know... try me."
I could tell he was surprised by my confidence. Brian said, "Look, you're my sister, Katie. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I would never want to cross any lines with you. I'm happy to help, but I'm just trying to do you a favor, right? None of this is because it's anything I want. Do you get that?"
I smiled and nodded my head, saying, "Of course not... so what do you think we should do...?"
Brian thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want my brotherly suggestion, or what your subscribers would want?"
I giggled and said, "Subscribers, since that's my audience."
He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the bed and said, "Go ahead and get up there then."
I smiled and walked over to the side of the bed, crawling up and having a seat on the soft comforter, my back resting against the pillows.
He walked over and said, "No, no. I think you should come more towards the center of the bed."
I smiled and scooted myself forward until I sat dead center.
He then instructed, "Okay, now lay down flat on your back, with your feet resting flat on the bed, but move them up just under your butt."
I looked at him as I followed along with his instructions, checking back in to see if the position was right.
He smirked a little and said, "Good. Now, keeping your shoulders and butt resting on the bed, arch your back as much as you can. Really show off that arch between your shoulders and your butt."
I smiled and did as he instructed, pushing my flat stomach up in the air and thrusting my hips, giggling a little from the strenuous pose. My chest pointed upward more and more. For effect, I reached down and pulled up on the pink fabric of the thong resting on my waist, raising it a little higher and snapping it against my hips. I saw him smile as he started taking the photos from the side. Then some from above. I watched fairly intently as he scanned over my smooth complexion from my face, slowly down to my chest and stomach, all the way passed my more sensitive areas, then down to my long legs.
Finally, he said, "Okay, great. Now show off the other side?"
Without a word, I flipped over onto my stomach. I laid there flat for just a second, seeing Brian looking at me in my peripheral vision.
He added, "They're giving you $200 for just photos in the lingerie... but they said an extra $100 to see your ass in the air in this set. What do you think?"
Smiling confidently, I pushed myself up, rising up on my knees, then resting my palms down against the bed to support myself. Still on all fours for a moment, I started to lower my chest a little, arching my back and rounding my spine downward causing my butt to rise in the air. Once in position, I looked to my left where he was standing with the camera. I could feel the fabric straining against me in a way that I was certain would win over my viewers.
With an innocent smile, I asked, "How's this?"
He just smiled back at me as he walked out of sight to the end of the bed, facing the view from behind head on. I heard the shutter sounds as he said, "Katie... my God."
I giggled gently as I began to sway back and forth in an almost taunting motion.
As he continued taking pictures, with a steady voice I heard him say, "You know... they keep calling you a slut."
I giggled and continued swaying as I responded, "Yeahhh, that's all right. If they're sending me their money, I don't care what they call me."
I saw him move to the other side of the bed, still taking photos. He again asked, "You don't think they're right about that, at all?"
He had a playful smile on his face that immediately made me mirror the expression. "Wowww... now you're calling me a slut? That's interesting."
He chuckled again and playfully responded, "No, that's not what I'm doing. I'm just saying... look at the situation. The teasing, the outfit, the poses. I'd say you might be a little bit of one." Again, he had this strange teasing smile on his face; as if the word 'slut' had never been meant as an insult before.
I smiled back and said, "Maybe I like being one just a teensy bit."
Brian took a few more pictures, but had a slightly more excited smile on his face. He said, "I bet if you said that into the camera in a video, they would go insane for it..."
I giggled and said, "Oh yeah? You dare me?"
Without speaking, I watched as Brian moved again to the end of the bed to get a full view of my barely covered ass swaying back and forth. I then heard the sound of the 'Record' button and looked back at him while swaying, letting out a soft and seductive, "I love being a little slut..."
His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head as he stopped the recording and started tapping away at the screen, likely posting the photos and the little video. I probably didn't need to say that. No. I definitely didn't need to say that. That was too far.
I pushed myself back up and rolled over to the side of the bed, adjusting the pink set as I stood up. "I guess we could probably leave them with that, huh?" I stretched a little in the set as Brian's eyes stayed glued to the screen. "Hello?" I asked.
He then shook his head and showed me the phone. Messages, gifts, and requests were populating by the half-second. So many different requests with varying degrees of dirtiness.
"Lose that bra baby, come on ($200)"
"Let's see a camera man POV lap dance (pants down, enjoy yourself ;)) ($300)"
"She needs a good spanking... over the knee ($300)"
I just looked back at Brian, not really sure what to do. That major line we've been treading... this is it. Any one of these would completely cross it.
I read the requests and said. "Oh wow... those are pretty...interesting. Now they want you involved!"
Brian looked a little troubled. I could tell by his face that he was conflicted by all of it; the idea of seeing me topless, the notion of giving him a lap dance, and the thought of him spanking me. It was all completely outrageous. He then looked at me and said, "We can't go through with these Katie. It's too crazy."
Half kidding and playing aloof, I looked back at the messages and then back to him asking, "Crazy? How do you mean?"
He responded, "Come on. You would never take your top off in front of me. We won't even get passed the first one of these requests. We should just call it."
I laughed at his remark and replied, "Seriously? It's not like you haven't seen me topless before!" I paused for a moment and added, "Was it that 'pants down' comment?" I smiled teasingly and tried not to allow my eyes to glance down his frame.
He nervously responded, "No, no. It isn't that. I just don't want you to..."
I cut him off and added, "...see how excited you've been getting...?"
He looked stunned for a moment, and then tried to play it off by responding, "Come on. That's crazy, Katie. You're my sister. You think I've been sitting here getting hard looking at you all day like some perv?!"
I giggled and said, "You haven't? Prove it then."
He laughed and said, "This is ridiculous. I just wanted to help you out. That was the whole reason for any of this. I didn't sign a waiver to be featured. And I get nothing out of proving myself to you."
I smiled mischievously and said, "Fine, fine. I was just messing with you."
He then looked at me like he had some sort of epiphany. "How about this: you take your bra off and I'll snap the photos. When I prove nothing 'happened' from seeing you, I get to keep the money from that request." He looked at me as I thought about the idea. He then added, "Come on! How confident are you?"
I scoffed at him with a smirk and asked, "Okay, and what about if something does 'happen'?"
Brian folded his arms across his chest and responded, "You hang on to the money, and I'll help you with the next request."
I looked at him skeptically. Such a bizarre arrangement when broken down; If my brother is not turned on by the sight of me half-naked, he gets $200. If he is, I give him a lap dance that he records. It felt so completely unreal. I had difficulty tracing the path from the first photos he took of me today to this moment now. How did we even get here. Maybe I had been mistaken in what I thought I saw earlier. Maybe my eyes deceived me before and I saw something else in his pants, and he truly has been seeing this as just assisting me with a task. But then again, I remembered the way he looked at me before. The way his eyes were glued to my body, exploring areas with his eyes that he had never examined before. And with my power and ability to put an end to all of it, I refused to do it.
I looked at him confidently and said, "Okay, deal." I stuck out my hand and shook his. Even as he shook my hand, his eyes couldn't help but travel below my neck. I had a strong intuition telling me how this was likely going to play out.
Brian walked over to the chair near my desk, spun it around and took a seat. Holding my phone up in the air and looking at me, he challenged me with the words, "Your move."
A seductive smile took over my face as I walked closer to him, standing nearly five feet out from where he sat. I turned around to face away from him, the pink fabric pressed tightly against my hips, ass, and back. The pink leather straps were tight around my thighs as I adjusted the garments around my lower half. I then began to raise my hands up behind my back, pinching my index finger and thumb on my right hand over the little pink clasp holding the bra together. Suddenly, it popped, the straps falling down my lower back. My left hand held the bra pressed against my chest as I turned back around to face him. The straps draped down my sides.
The only thing keeping Brian's eyes from the delicate sight underneath was my left hand holding the bra in place. He took photos as I started to lower my left hand, slowly but surely lowering the pink garment down revealing more and more skin until a trace of my little pink nipples came into view. He seemingly unintentionally let out a soft gasp as they came into view. Seconds pass and the bra was lowered over my stomach, my breasts on complete display to Brian for him to snap the photos. I dropped the bra to the floor and then looked back up at the camera, standing with my arms down by my sides and with my shoulders back. His expression behind the camera was that of a man in awe by the sight before him. I bit my bottom lip gently as I raised my hands up to my breasts, pinching my nipples softly as I posed for the final photos in the series.
I placed my hands on my hips, my upper half now unhindered by the strain of any garment. "Well?" I was curiously peering over into his lap, wondering if any noticeable physical reaction could be seen.
I watched as he tapped away at my phone, likely reviewing and posting the photos he had taken on my account. He raised his hand and waved me to come closer, his eyes staying locked on the phone. I slowly took a few steps forward until I was nearly knee to knee with him.
Brian raised an eyebrow and with a smirk responded, "You owe me $200."
I laughed and in disbelief argued, "Shut up... no way!"
I watched as he reached for the button of his pants, stood up for a moment, undid his zipper, and then pulled them down to the floor. I was surprised to see the normal sight of the gray boxers with no signs of any significant reaction. I couldn't believe it. I must have been imagining all of it.
Looking somewhat embarrassed, I looked at him and said, "Okay, I guess you were right then..."
He smiled up at me and said, "I was. But tell you what, I'll give you another chance. Do your little lap dance. I'll at least let you make up for what you lost."
Although Brian was not physically showing any signs of excitement, the fact that he suggested we complete the next request spoke volumes. Why would he suggest it if he didn't want it? If nothing else, this was my chance to find out once and for all if I was correct. We would just do this last one. If nothing happens, we can both go our separate ways and never talk about this again, returning to our normal brother/sister relationship. If something does 'comes up,' who knows what will stop us.
Brian held up the phone again and aimed it at me. Without warning, I heard the sounds of the record button. Standing only inches away from Brian and facing him, I put my hands up and over my head for a moment, bending my body, showing off my delicate curves and swaying from side to side. I lowered my hands to cover my breasts, massaging them gently for a moment and then pinching my nipples while biting my lip. Brian's face behind the camera intensified at the sight of me. I took another step closer to him, causing him to lean all the way back in the chair in order to keep me in frame in the video. Smiling down at him seductively, I began to turn around slowly. My knees were lined up with his as I started to bend forward at the hips. My phone in his hands was only a foot or so from the view of the tight, heart shape being flaunted in his face with the pink patch of fabric straining against my plush mound.
I heard him mutter, "Jesus..." under his breath, causing me to giggle as I began wiggling back and forth.
"Is everything okay?" I asked tauntingly as I looked back at him, continuing to shake my cheeks in his face. "No touching..." I whispered, as if we were in a strip club and he was receiving a personal and private dance.
He smiled back at me and answered, "God... you really are a little slut, aren't you?"
I smiled back at him as I stopped swaying and lowered myself down. Inch by inch I lowered until my ass made contact with something stiff and warm.
I felt it begin to press into me as I looked at him and with a soft giggle said, "I knew it..."
His breathing deepened as he responded, "You're being very bad."
His words caused me to giggle as I fully sat down in his lap, holding on to his knees with my hands for support. I felt his stiff cock press firmly in between my cheeks. I pinned it down against his lower abdomen, feeling it against every inch of the pink material separating he and I. I then started to slowly rotate my hips on him, in a back and forth motion. I looked back at him as he angled the camera down into his lap to record the action. Every few seconds, he let a soft moan escape through his gritted teeth. All of my suspicions were confirmed. I had been right all along, and this is what he had been yearning for since I modeled my bikini for him earlier in the day. Now this; feeling his large cock pressing against me. I felt such a thrill and an intoxicating sense of control.
Nearly a minute and a half had passed by of me grinding into his lap. He seemed to grow stiffer by the moment as he held the phone up capturing the view. He sat back in the chair, feeling me pressing into him. I almost thought I felt something wet against me, quickly realizing it was likely his pre-cum... as well as my own excitement slightly soaking through our respective fabrics. I could feel his body tensing and twitching under me, as well as his breathing getting deeper, yet inconsistent. I then stopped suddenly, lifting myself back up, leaving him sitting there in a slight daze as he ended the recording. As I looked back at him, his cock was standing straight up in his boxers. He went straight to tapping away as he queued up the video to be sent.
I turned around and stood there facing him with my hands on my hips, and with a victorious smile I said, "See? I knew it."
I heard him send the video in the the chat as he looked up, pointed to the wall behind him, and instructed, "Grab that tri-pod you have there."
I smiled curiously as I retrieved it for him, returning to stand in front of him. He stood up and took it from me, quickly getting my phone in place. He set the phone on Selfie-video mode and placed it a few feet to his right. After a few adjustments to the position, he sat back down, adjusting his still stiff cock in his boxers.
He looked up at me and said, "Hit record, and then crawl over my lap with your ass facing the camera."
I looked at him and said, "What? Now you're going to spank me for being bad?"
Brian replied, "Rubbing your ass against me like that and being a slutty little tease for your fans has consequences. Now do what I said." He said this seemingly without a shred of reluctance in his mind.
Obediently, and feeling slightly nervous, I walked over, hit the record button, and then proceeded to crawl over his lap. Looking in the phone's frame, his face was hidden from view entirely. Only his body and mine could be seen. Approaching from his right side, I placed my hands down across his lap on his left thigh as I lowered myself down, nearly grazing his large manhood still sticking straight up. I then started crawling over his thighs, my hands touching the floor on his left side. Finally, I was draped over his lap, my legs dangling off his right side, my torso off his left, and my nearly naked ass directly under his face, willingly presented to him. I felt him drag the fingers of his left hand from the middle of my bare back, down to my lower back, then down over the garter belt. His right hand met his left as he undid the garter belt and detached the leather straps on my thighs, loosening them and allowing them to dangle off of me. He pulled it all off of me, leaving only my pink thong covering me. The surprise in the motion caused me to gasp for a moment. And before I could think, I felt the impact of his right hand crash against my right cheek with a firm 'SMACK.' I let out a soft whimper sound from the first smack, not expecting for it to be that hard.
That's when he said, "You like acting like a slut and posting it online?"
Another 'SMACK,' came down on me, this time on my left cheek.
I again let out a tiny whimper, followed by a soft, "Y--yes...".
Though his hands crashing against me were powerful, I felt no urgency to recoil. Oddly... it felt good. Extremely good. What he was doing, what he was saying... everything about it. In fact, it only made me want more. From my position, I arched my back even more, pushing my ass higher in the air as if to make it easier for him.
I heard a soft chuckle as he said, "You act like a slut... do you like being treated like a slut?"
His hand crashed down against my right cheek again as I let out a soft 'yelp.' I could feel the burning sensation under his large hand that lingered on the reddening skin under it. This time, when moving his hand to my left cheek, he grabbed a handful of flesh, shaking it in his grip. I quietly gasped a little this time, feeling how his hands manhandled me. His left hand went to my right cheek as he was holding them both in each hand, squeezing, caressing, and spreading them apart. I simply couldn't believe it was happening. Never in a million years did I think WE would be HERE. Me, almost completely naked, in his lap, his hands gripping me in a way no sibling ever should. And me enjoying every second of it.
He gave each cheek another firm slap and said, "I don't even know what to do with you... I think you need to let your fans decide."
He lifted me up and off his lap, placing me to the right side of him near my phone, giving my ass another quick slap as he smiled and adjusted himself. I was at a loss for words, unsure what was happening or how I should be responding. I was overwhelmed by the electric sensations of this very dirty game we were playing together.
"Let's see the video..." he said as he waited for me to retrieve the phone. Before even watching it, he posted it. It was quickly in the group before I even had a chance to look it over. And then the comments and requests appeared.
"This is incredible..."
"Uh oh... camera man is packing!"
"She looks so small compared to him lol"
"You can tell she loves that. Every slap."
"Time for that thong to come off... ($200)"
"Let's see some photos of that size difference... skin-to-skin ($200)"
As I stood to Brian's right, he surveyed the messages while I looked over him. I never noticed how broad his shoulders were before today. Or how masculine he was. Definitely never noticed how large he was down there... He seemed enamored by what he was reading.
That's when he said, "The people have spoken." He pointed at my pink thong and said, "Time for that to go." I giggled as I walked to the front of him, realizing we were well passed the point of no return. I didn't think that anything could stop us...
Suddenly, there was a *knock* *knock* on my door.
"Katie! Time for dinner!" I heard our mother walk down the hall and knock on Brian's closed door as well. We could hear her say, "Brian! Brian? Dinner time! Where the hell did he go?"
We both looked at each other, realizing we had no choice but to stop. The forbidden nature of our actions couldn't be ignored. And once we had time to separate and reflect on all of what happened, who knew if we would decide to make the same forbidden mistakes again...
Brian stood up and set my phone down on the chair, his face bright red from embarrassment. He pulled his pants up and then quickly walked out of my room, checking to ensure the coast was clear in the hallway before returning to his room across the hall. I stood there for a moment in reflection. How did it get that far? And how do we forget and pretend that it never happened?
I walked over to my closet, retrieving a pair of jean shorts and black crop top, quickly pulling up the shorts and the top over my head. I walked over to my bathroom and splashed cold water in my face, preparing myself to go sit around a table with my parents that simply wouldn't believe the happenings that just took place under their roof.