A Sisters Secrets

When Vincent arrived at his parents' house, he noticed that his mom's car was missing from the driveway. Turning the key and finding the door locked, he knew she wasn't home. He wondered where she could be since he was supposed to take her to the dentist.

Once inside, he checked his phone, thinking he might have mixed up the date. After a quick search, he found the message in which she called him her "backup chauffeur", solving the little mystery; she had booked him for today. He called her as he went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. His mother apologized multiple times, and Vincent found out she was having breakfast with her friend and had mixed up the week.

So much for a great start to his day off.

For a moment, he thought about what to do with the extra time. He was planning to meet up with his best friend George later, but now he had over an hour to kill. Probably more, because George was never on time. Shrugging, he headed back toward the front door, figuring he might as well wash his car to make the time useful.

Just as he touched the door handle, he heard a noise from upstairs. A chill ran down his spine for a split second, thinking he was alone. It could only be his younger sister Emilia, but she was supposed to be at university. He stood there for a moment, hand on the door handle, listening into the silence. Shaking his head, he was about to open the door and leave when he heard it again, but this time clearer: it was a moan!

Again, he reminded himself that his sister wasn't supposed to be home. Maybe one of her lectures got canceled? Then he heard another moan. But since he couldn't think of many scenarios where his sister would let out sounds like that, he hesitated for a moment. A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind--naughty thoughts. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him as he turned around and quietly tiptoed up the stairs.

He sneaked past the bathroom door and saw that Emilia's bedroom door was slightly ajar. Light streamed into the hallway through the small gap, and Vincent heard another sigh. It was definitely coming from her room. His heart raced in joyful anticipation of what he was about to see.

As he got closer, he tilted his head and could see his sister lying on her bed. Her face turned away from him. After taking another step forward, he realized she was completely naked. His jaw dropped, and he held his breath for a moment. Even though he had just imagined Emilia naked in his mind's eye, it was all the more thrilling to see it for real. Her boobs lay innocently on her chest, her nipples visibly hard. With her legs bent, he couldn't see what she was doing with her hand. It took a few seconds for his brain to process what was happening. In an instant, his dick was rock hard, and he fumbled inside his jeans to adjust it.

Another surprise followed when he spotted the laptop on the desk behind Emilia. It showed some interface with what Vincent assumed to be a stream. His sister was filming herself! The camera seemed to be positioned in front of the bed because he could see her pussy being rubbed by a purple toy on the screen. It was too small to see any details, but just the imagination made his dick twitch like crazy as he was gripping it tightly. Practically zoned out, he started rubbing it. For a whole minute, Vincent watched his sister pleasing herself with the toy, occasionally using her free hand to play with her tit. He somehow felt bad for secretly watching her, but it was just too exciting to leave.

Ka-ching!

He suddenly heard in the background. "Oh, thanks, Larry," Emilia said and giggled, "you really like my butthole, right?"

It was a donation. A donation requesting to see her butthole. Emilia pulled her legs up, her knees almost touching her boobs. Vincent's eyes widened at the sight of her pussy. Clean-shaven and shiny from her arousal. It was almost in reach for him, yet so far away. Emilia raised her head, looking down to where her purple vibrator was currently massaging her clit. Vincent panicked for a moment, thinking she would see him, but she was too focused on posing for the camera.

A moment later, she moved her toy further down, lubing her asshole with her pussy juices. Ka-ching! "Hmmm, you like that, don't you?" she said lustfully. Vincent had to stop stroking his dick to avoid cumming in his pants. When Emilia positioned the toy back on her pussy, she pushed it halfway inside her, moaning ecstatically. It went in and out a few times before it disappeared completely inside. She kept the toy there, rubbing her clit and stretching her body, obviously exaggerating for her viewers.

"Oh fuck, Em!" Vincent whispered as he marveled at her performance. And it was far from over. Another tip sound followed, and when Emilia looked at the screen, she started giggling again. After a few seconds, she moaned loudly, and her labia widened. The toy shot out of her and landed in front of the camera. As if in a trance, Vincent stroked his dick and examined his sister's open pussy, imagining how it would feel if he shoved his dick inside her.

"Oopsie," she laughed as she talked to her audience, "look what you did to me!"

Emilia used two fingers to spread her pussy lips, exposing every detail of her most private parts to the camera. Vincent had seen plenty of women exposed like that--a good amount in reality, and many more in porn videos. But this was different. This was his sister. And she was just a few steps away from him. It was too much for his brain to handle. He slightly arched his back and started shooting spurt after spurt into his pants, not caring about the mess he created. Meanwhile, his sister topped her performance by running her middle finger through her slit, showing the remains of her moisture to the camera. Vincent's orgasm slowly ended, but the dampness began spreading through his pants.

"Alright, that's it for today, guys!" She said as she wrapped up the show and then happily waved at the camera. "See ya tomorrow!"

Vincent suddenly snapped back to reality, crept back quietly, and hurried down the stairs. His legs were still shaky, though, and he stumbled. With a loud thud, he hit the floor at the bottom, face-first.

Damn it!

He thought. Wincing in pain, he slowly turned over and saw Emilia just stopping at the top of the stairs. Her body was wrapped in a towel, which she held in place with one hand.

"Vince, what the fuck are you doing here?!" Emilia hissed, obviously annoyed.

He didn't have a good answer ready. He wasn't generally the guy to come up with something on the spot, but mostly it was the pain from the fall making it hard to think clearly.

"I... I was... ow, my head!" he stammered as his sister came down to him. There was no way for him to hide the obvious dark, wet stain on the front of his jeans. When he checked Emilia's face for a reaction, she looked down on him, her mouth open.

"How much did you see?" she asked straightforwardly.

Vincent realized he was caught red-handed and hoped she wouldn't freak out. As he started to stand up, groaning, she helped him up. "I... I'm sorry, Em. It was wrong, I shouldn't have watched."

They went over to the kitchen, and as he sat down on a chair, Emilia took out an ice pack from the freezer. She had to bend down to reach for it and the knot on her towel came undone. Holding it in place, she came to a halt in front of him and carefully pressed the pack to his forehead. Then she repeated her earlier question, "How much did you see?"

He grabbed the ice pack and held it against his temple, looking into his sister's face. She still awaited an explanation from him but she didn't seem mad. Relieved, he decided to just talk about it honestly.

He started explaining, "Well, I was here to pick up Mom but she got the date wrong. Then I was about to leave but heard something upstairs-"

"What did you hear?" Emilia interrupted him.

"I... I assumed it was a moan... and thought..." he stammered.

"Yeah?" she said sharply, keeping a neutral face. "

What

were you thinking?"

Vincent realized how stupid he sounded. "I... erm..."

"You knew, right? You knew that it was a passionate moan. You pervy lil' bastard! What if Mark was here?"

He rolled his eyes as if it were impossible that her ex was there. "You two broke up weeks ago. With a rumbling thunder."

She raised one eyebrow and asked, "And? Make-up sex? Ever heard of it?"

"Okay, not just a thunder; a fucking hurricane. The type that can destroy whole cities."

Finally, she smiled. "Yeah alright, it was hefty. But still, what if I had another guy over?"

"Em, I said, it was stupid, okay? I'm sorry. Really."

"Well at least you had some fun too," she said, grinning as she nodded toward his pants. Vincent blushed. "Still, you didn't tell me what you saw."

"Em..."

"Just say it, we're past the point of embarrassment, don't you think?"

"Well... you were just busy with your... toy between your legs when... Larry? Apparently wished for something."

"Oh yeah, Larry54321. He likes butts. Okay, so, when you see your sister in an obvious pose on her bed, you got nothing better to-"

"Em, for real, I said I'm sorry and I mean it."

She snickered, "I'm just messing with you. Got it."

Vincent smiled shyly and said, "Yeah, I figured as much. Since when have you been doing those streams?"

Emilia seemed to search for the right words for a moment before saying, "Few months ago. I was still with Mark, and he brought it up at some point."

"So you've been streaming together before?"

"Yep, he was... erm, pretty well-endowed, and we both had a healthy sex drive. It was fun and thrilling to be watched."

As Vincent started to picture a big dick instead of the purple dildo inside his sister's pussy, he had to pull himself out of his fantasy. His dick slowly started to react. He inhaled deeply and said, "Well, sorry again for spying on you. And thanks for being so chill about it."

Emilia frowned. "No, thank

you

for being so cool about it. But don't tell mom. She doesn't know," she said without waiting for an answer. "Come on, let's go upstairs. You don't want to go out with those wet pants, do you?"

"Not really, but I don't have anything here. I picked up all my clothes right after I moved out. Your stuff probably won't fit me."

As she left the kitchen, she explained, "Just follow me, I still have a pair of sweatpants from Mark. They should fit you."

Back in Emilia's room, she quickly searched for the pants. After a short while, she took them out of the closet and handed them to her brother. Vincent went to the bathroom, got rid of his jeans and boxers, cleaned up and switched to the sweatpants. He didn't care for the cum stains; he'd throw the clothes in the washing machine as soon as he got home anyway. So, he came back to Emilia's room where she was sitting at her desk, doing something on her laptop. She was still wrapped in her towel.

He shyly held up the items in his hands and asked, "Do you have a bag or something? I don't want to carry this out in the open."

Emilia grinned mischievously as she walked over to him with a small bag. Before he knew it, she snatched his wet boxers and held them up, inspecting the large cum stains. "Not too bad!"

Embarrassed, Vincent grabbed the boxers. "Hey, what the hell?!"

"No really, I'm impressed. Do you always cum that much? This would be worth gold on stream," she added with a smirk.

Vincent rolled his eyes, ignoring her question. But he was stunned by how openly his sister talked about this. And he was actually curious about the cam show stuff. "I don't think anyone would want to see me. I'm not the athletic type like Mark."

"No need to be," she sang playfully, "there's an audience for everything out there. People would probably even watch a dick being used as a towel rack. And it just needs some time to find someone who would even pay to see it."

"And... how much do

you

make on average per stream?"

Her eyes lit up at the question. "It depends," she started, "first of all, how long you stream, what you're willing to show or do... and you got to have the right viewers in your audience."

Vincent squinted and asked, "And what kind of viewers are the best?"

She leaned forward and whispered, "The ones with the most virtual dollars in their accounts." They both grinned at each other, and Emilia added, "Well, I'm just saying, you should give it a try."

As Vincent stood there a bit awkwardly, looking at her, she shrugged, "I mean, if you want. It's fun."

Vincent somehow was hooked, but he didn't want to show it. "I don't know... I mean, what would I do?" he asked, packing his dirty clothes in the bag. "You know, how would I start?"

Emilia sat down on the bed and implied for her brother to do the same. Vincent sat down and listened closely.

"Have you watched some of those cam shows yet? I mean, other than mine," she added with a bright smile.

He playfully frowned and said, "Nope, I'm more the

recorded

video type of guy."

"Well, first off, it's important to just be yourself. You can have a little chat with your viewers, engage them, maybe ask them what they like. Or you just do your thing, you know, jerking off. But it would be different for you."

Vincent raised one eyebrow, "Because I'm a man?"

Emilia giggled, "No, because you will

start

with only a few viewers. What you want is to have them give you a tip. And since the chances of having a

Larry

in your audience go up the more viewers you have, attracting them would basically be your first task."

"So... they'd just tip to see me doing stuff?"

"You won't get many tips in the very beginning. Think of it like a start-up and you hand out free samples."

"If the people like what they got, I mean what they saw, they will come back."

"Right. And that's basically it. No need to know the advanced stuff for now, you'll probably dig that yourself."

"But... what do I do in the meantime? Would I have to... you know, keep my dick erect all the time? Use toys?"

Emilia shrugged. "To be honest, I don't watch male streamers. Toys are a plus, yeah. I can only tell you about my experiences and, basically, the more I show, the higher the viewer count. I mean, if I'm rubbing my wet pussy, the chances are high, that the people watching me are playing with themselves too, right?"

Vincent nodded and listened intently as if he were in school. Except that the topic was a bit different, and he was sitting there with a raging boner because he was thinking about his sister's naked, glistening pussy.

Emilia continued, "And the hornier they are, the more stuff they may demand. So yeah, being hard is probably more interesting than being limp."

"And how did it work with Mark? What did he do?"

"Most of the time, we would just masturbate each other, not showing our faces. Sometimes do stuff on our tip menu. And when we were both wound up enough, we would start fucking, with the camera in close-up. And if I was really in the mood, I even painted my face like a cat or something. I mean, the whole face--so people couldn't recognize me. Then I would also go down on him."

Vincent imagined his sister doing all the naughty stuff she just mentioned. And he imagined her wonderful lips around his dick.

"Okay," he said, "I'm not really sure if I'd be good at that. I'll see."

Emilia looked down at the tent in his pants and said, "You could just try now. I could coach you."

He never saw that coming. Her suggestion sounded so natural, almost as if she was just asking him to go to the movies. Except in this case, he was the film and she was the audience. Sure, probably a few unknown people watching on their screens, too, but she would be there. In the same room with him. So close, while he would be naked.

As much as he wanted to say 'Yes.' without further thinking, there was still that mental barrier; she was his younger sister after all. Still, he pictured himself jerking his dick in front of her. How he would shoot his cum over her tits, her face and then right into her mouth.

"No need to be shy," Emilia said excitedly, "I guess we have nothing to hide from each other anymore, right? Come on, let's actually do it. We'll set up an account for you and get started. It'll be fun!"

Vincent couldn't believe it, but he somehow nodded in agreement. Emilia grinned like a schoolgirl, grabbed her laptop and sat back down beside her brother. Like in a rush, she opened the streaming site, logged out and created a new account.

"What username do you want?" she asked.

He remembered how hard it was for him to come up with something like that--usernames, and character names from online games, not to mention the time it took him to switch to a decent email address because he wanted to move on from xxhellblade69xx@somemail.com.

"Hm, I don't know, should it be... naughty? What's yours?"

"Empowered_Star. With an underscore. No need to be naughty but you probably don't want to reveal your real name."

Vincent thought for a moment, looking around the room. "Hmmm... try

just v

".

"V is too short. You need some more letters."

"No," Vincent said, starting to type on the laptop, "just, underscore, v."

"Ah! Got it. Okay, it's available! Then type your password and sign up," she said, handing him the laptop with a smile. "I'll set up your little stage."

Vincent finished the registration while Emilia placed her camera on the desk and repositioned her cushions on the bed.

"Ready," he said as he read the next step, "Fill in your info. Name? I can leave that blank, right?"

"Sure," Emilia agreed as she sat down beside him and looked at the screen. "Just enter the basic info."

Vincent entered his birth date but only made the year visible for others, then his height, and left his name and location blank. "Body type, normal, I guess?"

Emilia shrugged but agreed. He continued reading, "Tattoos, none... Piercing, none..." he mumbled as he filled some more info into the form and scrolled down. "That okay?"

"Hm", she said, "you skipped the dick size. Not gonna reveal that?"

"Erm..."

"No need to be ashamed. People will see it one way or the other, right?" she smirked.

"Actually, I have no clue. Never felt the need to check."

Emilia raised one eyebrow, her gaze shifting to the bulge in his pants. "What? Really? I thought every guy would know that."

Vincent shook his head, widening his eyes. "Nope. Not me, at least."

"Hmm, mind if..." Emilia paused, biting her lower lip, "if we checked? I mean, some people are probably interested in that info when they see you on stream, right?"

"Including you, huh?" he hinted, tilting his head.

She shrugged playfully. With a drawn-out "Maaaybe," she got up and went to the desk to grab a ruler. Waving it from left to right, she added, "Your profile doesn't have to be professional right now, but at least have the basic info."

Vincent stood up and placed the laptop on the desk. He stood there a bit awkwardly before grabbing his sweater to pull it off.

Emilia smiled shyly and undid the knot that held her towel in place, letting it drop to the ground. Vincent's eyes widened at the view of her fantastic tits. "Well, fair is fair, right?" she giggled.

He smiled back, let the sweatpants fall to the floor, and revealed his half-erect dick. "Nice view," his sister said, admiring his member. "You wanna get it hard... you know, for the science?" she asked, holding the ruler up.

The tension of the whole scene was enough for him though. His dick began to grow instantly. Well knowing that Emilia could see what was happening, it twitched, pumping more blood into it. It twitched once more, and the thick glans pointed eagerly towards Emilia.

"Mhmm, no hands," she remarked, letting out a teasing whistle. Then she gripped the ruler tighter and held it towards his dick. "May I?"