Chapter 4

My body was going limp, getting more sensitive by the second. Sitting on the cold hallway floor in the dark, I watched my sister put on a show for the camera, making faces and puckering up for whoever was on the other end.

“Ah, you want me to take it off?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief and fun.

From the look she made next, the request was obvious. Jules widened her eyes in a fake naughty way before smirking dismissively.

“That costs extra, buddy, it ain’t in the package…”

The two seemed to be haggling, and from the looks of it, they settled on a price that made my sister happy, because she soon yanked her little top up and tossed it aside, baring her small tits and already hard nipples. She slid her hands over them slowly, biting her lip as she teased herself. Then she stood up, slipping her black panties down her thighs, revealing her smooth, totally shaved pussy. Unlike me, who never had the patience for that. My boyfriends always bitched about it, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“So take a good look at this,” she murmured, settling onto the couch and slowly spreading her legs, exposing everything without rushing.

Her fingers started a lazy slide, spreading the wetness calmly, playing with her own lips. A soft moan escaped as she pressed her clit, making little circles that made her breathing heavier. With a direct look at the camera, Jules grabbed the vibrator still slick with spit and slid it over her already wet pussy, spreading the lube before pressing it to her entrance, testing. First, just the tip. A soft gasp. Then she pushed it in slowly, feeling every inch disappear inside her.

Her free hand kept toying with her own tits, pinching and teasing the stiff nipples while she masturbated at a rhythm that seemed made to tease, to be watched. Every move, every little moan pulled out at just the right time had me glued there, not blinking. And, to my shame, totally turned on.

From the side of my shorts, I slipped my fingers in without even realizing, in a distracted itch-scratching motion. But it wasn’t just an itch. I was soaked. Oh God, this was a sin. I was fingering myself to Jules!

The heat inside me was building, and no matter how hard I tried to hold it back, my fingers seemed determined to egg it on. My mouth was dry and half-open, my breaths short and choppy. I had to get a grip, but inevitably, little moans slipped out, quiet, dangerous ones, and my sister might hear.

On the couch, Jules picked up the pace. The vibrator wasn’t small, and she plunged it deep inside without hesitation, arching in pleasure. Her moans, maybe overplayed for the show, seemed to blend with mine, in a symphony I didn’t want to admit was pulling me in.

Then, a loud sudden sound from the computer. An alert.

“Ah, fuck off, it’s rock hard! Take it up the ass!” she yelled, pissed.

I laughed. Way too loud.

Jules whipped around, eyes wide.

“Justy, I can’t believe it! You’ve been there this whole time?!”

My heart was still pounding in my chest, adrenaline mixed with shame burning on my skin. I stayed. I stayed and…

“I… no… uh… sorry…”

Jules sighed, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh God, what a embarrassment… My sister watching me get off…”

“I wasn’t even paying attention to that… Oh God, sorry!”

She huffed, impatient.

“Get out of here, we’ve still got half an hour left.”

I hesitated, but instead of leaving, I ended up asking:

“How’s the night going?”

Jules shrugged, still annoyed, but her expression softened a bit.

“Good. This guy dropped a fat tip and he’s still asking for extra content off the books…”

“What kind of content? He wants pics?”

“Yeah, but nothing with feet.”

“Like a foot pack, but without the feet?”

She laughed.

“Exactly. Help me take those pics?”

“Sure, I’ll help…”

Jules looked at me for a second, sizing something up.

“Since you’re so curious, you could sit there and chat with the guys for a bit in my place.”

My whole body jolted with shock.

“Are you nuts? I’m not flashing my tits!”

“You don’t have to. If they call you to the private room, you dip out and switch with me.”

I bit my lip, thinking it over.

“Hmm… just talk dirty?”

The idea, I confess, got me excited.

Jules smiled, that sly smile of someone who already knew what was coming.

“Take my top.”

I changed clothes without overthinking it, still wrapping my head around the crazy idea of taking her spot. When I sat in front of the camera, my reflection stared back at me on the screen. The image I saw… it was me. But at the same time, it was her. This was how my sister was seen.

There were about five or six people in the room, comments flying up nonstop. And the guys… oh God, the guys were just like I imagined: idiots and crude.

“Show the big pussy, slut."
" wanna see those tits.”

A cold disgust crawled up my spine. There was a block button right there, at my fingertips, but if I started using it, there probably wouldn’t be a single viewer left. I took a deep breath and tried to act natural, like this shit was part of my daily routine. I gave a nervous, forced smile, fidgeting instinctively with the tiny top Jules had given me. I had one just like it, but I only wore it at home on super hot days. Now, under the hungry stares from the screen, it felt way too small.

Behind the computer, Jules was egging me on, gesturing wildly, mouthing words silently.

“You gotta talk…” she mouthed, squeezing one of her own tits like a hands-on demo. “Ask if they wanna see a titty. Come on, say something!”

My throat went dry. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was rattling my ribs. But somehow, the words came out. My first words live in this world, words I’d never said to anyone in my life.

“Wanna see my titties?”

The room exploded. Comments multiplied, requests and tips popping up in the corner of the screen like someone had cracked open a safe.

Jules laughed, enjoying my awkwardness.

“Flash one for ‘em! Just one, go on!”

My mind was spinning. I was still trying to process the situation, but deep down, a part of me whispered: Fuck it.

It was without much thought, without lingering on the calculated sensuality my sister mastered so well. I just lifted the top and exposed one tit, like offering a slab of meat at the butcher, no frills, no bullshit. And I thought it was fucking hilarious.

The chat went nuts.

Tips poured in like a flood in the corner of the screen, a steady stream of sound alerts confirming the viewers’ frenzy.

Jules leaned to the side, still laughing, and mouthed:

“Keep ‘em hooked, I’ll be right back. Gotta dry off.”

And then she left me there. Alone.

The screen glowed in front of me, comments still scrolling, and I felt my heart beating out of rhythm. The heat between my legs throbbed in a way I didn’t want to face, a weird mix of guilt and arousal eating me up inside. I’d never felt so desired. And at the same time, never so dirty. But I was liking it. Liking being watched, knowing those men were there for me, even if in a rough, almost animal way. My skin prickled just imagining I could do anything and see the instant reaction on screen. And the idea started forming in my head. “If someone asks me to take off the top, I will.”

Before I could decide, the screen went dark suddenly. Everyone vanished except one. His camera was off, just the name showing in the chat.

[Visitor]: Sorry about that, I dropped. Can we keep going?

I swallowed hard.

“Sure.”

My eyes darted desperately to the hallway. I wanted to yell for Jules, but I didn’t know how to mute the damn thing. Couldn’t find the button. Ask the guy to wait? No way. Best to stall.

“What happened to you? You just vanished…”

[Visitor]: Hmm, something’s off about you.

My stomach twisted.

“Off? Nah, nothing’s off…”

[Visitor]: Your tits… they looked smaller before.

My blood ran cold. “What the fuck kind of eyes does this guy have?!”

My sister and I were identical, everyone said so. Haircut, makeup, even our jewelry matched. The only difference was a sharper point to my chin. And yeah, my chest was a tad bigger than hers, but nothing that meant a different bra size.

“You think?”

My voice came out shaky, and Jules still wasn’t back.

[Visitor]: Hey… you’re not Jules, are you? You’re her sister!

My heart raced. Shit.

He figured it out way too fast; I was impressed, even our family mixed us up. I didn’t want to lie, after all, he was paying for this.

“She just ran to the bathroom quick.”

[Visitor]: I didn’t know her sister did shows… you got the same pussy? Can I see yours?

A shiver ran down my spine, not from arousal, but discomfort. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“It’s pretty much the same, yeah,” I replied, without thinking much. “If you saw hers, you’ve seen mine.”

I hadn’t thought about it since puberty. As kids when we started developing, we compared all the time, but once our bodies settled, never again.

[Visitor]: Let me see… Look, I’ll send extra.

The tip notification flashed on screen. My stomach churned.

“Mister, don’t send money, I’m not a camgirl, I was just filling in…”

[Visitor]: And what would you be up for?

“Show my tits.” The thought hit before I could filter it.

“I’ll show my tits.”

[Visitor]: Then let me see…

My hands were ice cold. My body was hot. Slowly, I lifted the top, pulling it off over my head. Folding the fabric, I set it beside me, like I needed that to feel less exposed.

I didn’t pose. Didn’t try to look sexy. Just wanted to cover up and bail. But something held me. The uncertainty of what was worse: not seeing his face or picturing some gross dude behind the screen?

Then he typed.

[Visitor]: So fucking hot, I’m jerking off to you here. Almost cumming with this surprise…

My chest rose and fell. My heart hammered.

And then, before I could stop to think, the words slipped out soft:

“Cum for me, come on?”

It was the best I could manage right then.

There was a dead silence between me and the screen. I didn’t know if he was still watching, waiting for something, or if he’d just disconnected. Sometimes he took forever to reply, and the wait made me antsy.

I tried to move sensually, but my hands wouldn’t cooperate. I wasn’t like Jules. I didn’t know how to be sexy on purpose, how to use my body to tease. Everything felt mechanical, clumsy.

“You there?” I asked, my voice coming out smaller than I wanted.

The reply came right after, cold and raw.

[Visitor]: Yeah, came so good for you, you little slut. And if you’ve got your sister with you, I’d pay even more. My dream is watching twins hook up.

My stomach dropped.

“Hook up…? No, mister, I don’t hook up with my sister…” I replied, voice cracking.

[Visitor]: Come on, for good money? Think about it!

An uncomfortable shiver hit my spine. But at the same time, something sparked inside me. Not from his desire, but from what he said next.

“Mister, for real… how much would you pay for a video of two sisters? Just curious.”

[Visitor]: See? You’re negotiating already.

His laugh seemed to pulse through the words on screen.

[Visitor]: But I’d pay big money…

Big money.

Those words echoed in my head like a dull drum, pounding, repeating, sinking into me.

I couldn’t help it. My eyes locked on the screen, my mind spinning with the forbidden idea.

That’s when I felt Jules approaching. Her steps were slow, careful, trying to figure out what was going on. She looked at me, then at the screen, staying out of camera view. And then, without hesitating, she whispered:

“Disconnect.”