Chapter 3
Patricia had offered more than just knowledge about the market to Jules. She’d suggested a proposal I never expected to hear: the two of us, me and my sister, together on camera. Of course, the idea was ridiculous. Neither of us was into women, and we were sisters, and even though we’d sometimes joke around with kisses just to tease others, it never went beyond that.
Patricia noticed the discomfort written all over Jules’ face and smiled, trying to soften it:
“Darling, you need to understand that we’re, in a way, actresses!”
Jules bit her lip, hesitant. I could see she was tempted by the money, but there were limits even for her!
“I don’t know, Patricia… I need to work up the courage first. I think it’s better to start solo. Then, if it works out, maybe I hire a guy to make some videos with me.”
I was stunned and spoke louder than I should have.
“Hold up, you plan on filming with a guy fucking you?”
Jules shrugged, like it was no big deal.
“Yeah, maybe, if I feel like it. Who knows. Solo first, then I’ll think about that.”
Patricia started getting up from the couch, fussing with her hair like she was late.
“Okay, think about it. Now I really gotta go, I have a live stream today and I should’ve been ready by now.”
Jules walked her to the door, smiling.
“Thanks, friend!”
Patricia stopped at the entrance and turned around one last time, speaking to me seriously.
“And you, Justy, think it over. You can make good money.”
Real good money.
I stayed quiet while Jules closed the door behind Patricia. My silence didn’t fool anyone; my sister knew damn well I had a ton to say. She knew every expression of mine, every deeper breath. And now she was looking at me with that face like she was already expecting the lecture that was coming.
“Spit it out, girl,” she said, rolling her eyes impatiently.
I approached, fiddling absentmindedly with the stuff Patricia had left on the table. They were vibrators and lubes, exotic toys I couldn’t even imagine existed.
“Sis, I think there are things you’re not considering. The money’s great, awesome even, but what about the rest? Have you thought about afterward?”
Jules let out an irritated sigh.
“Oh, here we go. What afterward, Justy?”
“Fuck, Jules. The money’s great, sure. But the exposure? You already forgot you have an identical twin? If something leaks, it’s not just you who gets screwed.”
She shrugged, putting away the stuff Patricia had left on the table.
“Who’s gonna leak anything? Stop being paranoid. And besides: I wasn’t born glued to you, honey. I’m not gonna stop doing my thing just because I have a sister who looks just like me.”
I crossed my arms, staring at her seriously.
“But that’s exactly the problem, Jules! You do things without thinking about the consequences, without thinking about me. What happens if our family finds out? If this leaks online?”
She seemed to calm down a bit, realizing the weight of my words. She took a deep breath and then looked at me sincerely.
“Okay, Justy. Do this: I’ll try it this week, just to see how it goes. If it works out, and I feel like there’s potential, I’ll keep going. If not, I’ll stop. Can it be like that?”
I sighed, relaxing my shoulders a little. At least she’d stopped to think for a second.
“Okay… that’s less bad. Just promise you won’t do anything crazy without talking to me first, alright?”
Jules laughed, raising her hands like she was surrendering.
“Okay, Mom. I promise.”
I knew that promise wasn’t worth much, but at least she seemed to have listened this time.
Night came quick, and my sister was already in the living room setting everything up for her live stream. I tried to watch, but every time I passed by, Jules shooed me away with an irritated look. Of course, she was there, all spread out and touching herself in front of the camera, and she wasn’t about to have her sister snooping on that. No choice, I grabbed my phone and logged into the site. I stared at that screen full of girls, some smiling, others teasing. My heart pounded when I saw Jules’ name pop up as online. I clicked, but of course, it was private and you had to pay to enter. I sighed in frustration. I didn’t have spare cash for that, and I didn’t want to pay to watch my sister masturbate anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a perv or anything. It’s just that the curiosity was killing me. The whole situation was so surreal that I needed to see it with my own eyes. Deep down, I wanted to understand that fascination better. Understand why people paid for it. Understand how my sister, so much like me, could have the guts for something so intimate. I kept staring at the screen, biting my nails from anxiety, and secretly wishing someone would pay for it for me, just so I could find out what it was like.
Then, I heard a noise in the kitchen and ran over there, pretending I wasn’t snooping on anything. It was Jules, who’d gone to grab something. She jumped when she saw me coming in, but she didn’t seem surprised.
“Whoa, you scared me, Justy!” she said, putting a glass in the sink.
I approached, a little embarrassed.
“Sis, can I watch your stream? Just a little…”
Jules made a face, annoyed.
“Of course not, you weirdo! I already die of shame doing it, imagine if you watched?”
“Jules, I’ve seen you naked, I’ve seen you fucking, what’s the drama now?”
And it was true. Our apartment was way too small for secrets like that.
She huffed, crossing her arms.
“It’s different, Justy. Don’t start!”
I swallowed hard and decided to do something I hated: lie.
“Look, I’m thinking about doing it too. I need to learn how it is, Jules. It’s just to see if I can handle it, you know?”
Jules raised an eyebrow, suspicious.
“Justy, you know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”
I sighed, giving in.
“Yeah…”
“Is the curiosity that bad?”
I pouted, begging with puppy eyes.
“Please! Just once, I promise.”
She stared at me for a few seconds, rolling her eyes before finally giving in.
“Okay, you pest. But if I close the room with a guest, you get out right away, got it?”
“Okay!” I replied softly, feeling a twinge of anxiety.
“And don’t laugh, okay!” she warned, giving me a serious look before heading back to the living room.
She went back to the couch and quickly adjusted the computer, going live again. I sat on the cold floor of the hallway, in the dim light, trying to stay as invisible as possible. I felt ridiculous, but at the same time too curious to back out now.
Jules soon forgot I was there. The chat was flowing, full of jokes, innuendos, exaggerated and made-up stories about her wild adventures. My sister was never a saint, but I knew what was real and what was pure invention to please that invisible audience. Suddenly, she burst out laughing at something they said, and replied with something even more outrageous. And that’s when, out of nowhere, my sister pulled her top up and let her tits out, the pink nipples clearly visible to anyone watching.
My eyes went wide and I clapped a hand over my mouth right away, muffling any reaction that might slip out. My face burned; I must’ve been beet red, almost dying of embarrassment for her and for myself. That was too crazy even for Jules, but at the same time, I realized I couldn’t look away from the scene.
Suddenly, I realized the chat had shifted. Jules wasn’t joking with the general group anymore; she seemed to be talking to just one person. It was a more intimate conversation, more teasing. A private call, I thought. My heart sped up a little, feeling like this might be too much for me. Jules had completely forgotten I was watching her from the hallway just a few feet away.
The person asked her to tell a story, and my sister started without hesitation, in a sweet, seductive voice I didn’t even know she had.
“God, there was this one guy…” she began, biting her lip slowly, eyes locked on the camera like she was looking right at him. “I’ll never forget him. He knew exactly how to take me. Ricardo, that was his name.”
Ricardo? I knew my sister well enough to know there was no Ricardo. But it didn’t matter. She kept going, convincingly, and suddenly I realized this was a private session. Probably someone paid just to hear that story.
“He did everything just right, you know?” Jules continued, slowly sliding her hand down her body until she reached her black panties. “Knew how to touch, how to kiss…” she paused for a moment and flashed a teasing smile. “Want me to show you how he did it?”
My heart raced. Before I could process it, Jules had her legs spread on the couch, her hand sliding slowly over her skin. My face started heating up. It wasn’t my sister turning me on, of course; it was the absurd situation, the forbidden intimacy, or maybe the way she did it so naturally, like no one was watching.
“First he liked to see me like this…” she whispered, teasing with her fingers over her panties. “And then… well, then I’ll have to show you, not just tell.”
I was mesmerized. My sister was totally different from me in that moment. I’d never have that kind of courage, that boldness. The arousal I felt wasn’t for her; it was for the whole scene, the story, the forbidden vibe, the thrill of watching in secret.
Jules then grabbed one of the toys Patricia had left, a rubber cock that mimicked real skin. She turned it on, looking straight at the camera.
“It was kinda like this that he did it to me…” she said softly, slowly bringing the toy between her legs over her panties, letting out a sigh I’d never heard from her.
My breath caught, and I brought my hands to my face, feeling the heat rise through my whole body. That situation, that story she was telling, the way she exposed herself so openly, was getting me strangely turned on. I didn’t fully understand why; I just knew my body felt hot, pulsing, while I watched in hiding, in the dark hallway.
“And I loved sucking him like this…”
She lifted the vibrator, staring at the camera with eyes sparkling with mischief. She slowly ran her tongue over the tip, wetting it all, like she was licking a drop of pleasure dripping from it. Without rushing, she parted her lips wide and took the toy in, sucking slow and deep, sliding her mouth over it, lips tight, showing exactly how she’d do it if that was the hard dick of the guy watching. She moaned softly while sucking, teasing even more, then slid the wet vibrator slowly down her throat, letting it slip back out between her lips with a satisfying pop.
Jules lowered her head a bit, flashed a naughty grin, and without taking her eyes off the camera, brought the wet vibrator to her tits. She started sliding it slowly around her nipples, making them shiny, stiff, perked up from the cool, wet sensation. She pressed the vibrator against the pink buds, letting out soft whimpers, sliding the toy between them, squeezing her breasts like she was offering the guy on the other end everything he could imagine.
I felt my body heating up, watching that absurd and way too exciting scene. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, my sister sucking that vibrator with so much heat and naturalness that I could swear I was tasting a real cock right along with her.