Author's note: All characters are 18 and above, in British schooling you can choose to stay on and study until you are 18 before going to university.
Credit to allaboutne for all her help with editing this story!
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It was a typically bleak Thursday evening in the middle of November with all the usual characteristics of an English Autumn; it was wet, windy and because the clocks recently went back, it had been dark since 5pm. All these factors contributed to Scott retreating to his bedroom after dinner to toil away the hours online. He liked his family a lot, they were all very close and had always enjoyed each other's company immensely. When he and his sister were young their parents worked very hard; dad was often left for work before they woke and made it home just before their bedtime so when they were all together it was always quality time well spent. Simple things like board games and playing cards whilst dad tried to introduce them to "real" music was usually how it went.
As the kids grew through their teens the family's finances settled and their parents' work hours went back to normal, bringing a start to their tradition of always eating dinner together at the table. Now in their late teens, it wasn't a case of their time together being of less quality, it was just less frenzied, without the need to cram as much fun into Friday and Saturday nights as possible. The kids had their friends, mum had her programs and dad had started to learn to play guitar (again!) so the environment was much more relaxed. They could all be in different rooms, or all in the same room in total silence, and be completely comfortable and at ease.
However on nights like tonight when it came down to a choice between watching the soaps with his mum and sister or messing about on his laptop, there was only ever one winner. Truth be told he was already thinking about the fun that was waiting for him online whilst he made quick work of washing the dishes, before discreetly taking himself upstairs. Once in the privacy of his bedroom he duly signed into messenger in the hopes of some exciting conversation but was instantly disappointed by the small list of online contacts, all of whom were 'real-world friends' he'd spoken to just a few hours ago at school. Given that he had nowhere to be for the rest of the night he settled in for some serious indulgence and soon he had a chatroom open in one window and endless tabs of galleries, movie clips and erotic stories in another. All whilst keeping an eye on messenger, waiting impatiently for
any
of his 'online-friends' to sign in.
As the hours passed by he talked to countless girls in the chatroom, often filling his screen with private messages as he flirted with several at once. Sometimes the conversations would go well and really start to heat up before fizzling out. Other times they would just come to an abrupt halt when the other person left, but as far as he was concerned they all ended the same way; prematurely and unfulfilling. Frustrated, he continued to flick back and forth between his porn and trying to seduce every female that entered the room, but by 10:30 he had given up on chat and was feverishly scouring the net for something to scratch his itch. Seemingly growing more excited by the hunt rather than the kill he found himself almost not wanting to masturbate because he was enjoying himself too much to imagine it ending. Every other picture or video inspired a new fantasy. The look on a model's face and the mood it created; the setting in a video and the events that would have unfolded for him to be in that situation... All these things he played around with in his mind before moving on in search of the next exciting idea. His left hand rested on his lap and gave a brief squeeze through the front of his skinny jeans every so often as if to reward himself for abstaining, but each short pinch just added subtly to his already soaring arousal. His eyes darted to the corner of his screen when a new contact signed in, his excitement rising already as he tried to recall the conversations he'd previously had with: *~°Starlight_Sparkle°~* Delighted to finally have a girl to talk to his fingers spread across the keys in a flash typing out a cheeky welcome message:
Player_1:
Hey, you're up late... hope you're not up to anything saucy on your webcam?? ;)
As soon as his pinky hit the return key to send he felt a warm shiver fizz up the back of his neck as his brain finally caught up, *~°Starlight_Sparkle°~* was his sister's messenger name! He closed his eyes and cursed his own eagerness/desperation. Certain that she'd know exactly what had just happened he braced himself for the merciless ridicule that was bound to come his way... But it didn't come. To his surprise and great relief she simply replied:
*~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
Always!
Deep down he knew he'd gotten lucky and he should have embraced that let-off as a warning, but unfortunately he was long past thinking straight. Somehow his horny brain was reassured by her jokey response and he pressed on with another bold retort; clicking the
request to start video chat
button, letting it sit there long enough to safely assume she'd notice it, before he cancelled the request with another winking smiley.
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~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
LOL! Perv :-O
Again he was encouraged by the tone of her response, reasoning with himself that she didn't seem angry or disgusted so it was ok. He figured he could always pass it off as a joke if he ever went too far, besides that's all this was, a joke... His hands sprung back to the keyboard to deliver his next line, if he were asked he'd say he was just doing it to get a rise out of her but deep down he knew that wasn't 100% true. A grin swept across his face as he revelled in the suspense between messages, waiting to see how she'd react each time he pushed his luck a little further:
Player_1:
I take it from the short replies you're typing one handed? Want me to leave you to it?
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~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
lol no it's fine. What you up to?
Player_1
: Just the usual, staying up late and being saucy on my webcam!!
*
~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
LOL!!
Although her replies could hardly qualify for an erotic novel, they were more than enough to spur his current mood. His horny mind, warped by the sheer amount of porn he'd been looking at all evening, began to retrospectively justify his actions. The fact that she was replying was proof that she didn't mind the way he was talking, the speed with which she replied suggested she was enjoying their conversation and the fact that she laughed at everything he said? Well how could he not be encouraged?? As he continued to message her as if she were one of the girls from the chatroom earlier, he found himself falling into his usual routine; more jokes and flattery crept in and his teasing subtly became flirting as he cautiously steered the conversation down darker paths.
Whether she didn't notice or didn't mind, neither of them really knew for certain. The partial-anonymity of a generic messenger box made it easier to forget who they were talking to and allowed them to be braver with the things they said and the jokes they made, but as she continued to laugh and play along he couldn't help remind himself that this was indeed his sister he was talking to. Of course she was well used to what guys want to talk about when they're online, and although these two were talking very tongue-in-cheek, the few times she replied with something equally salacious would land like a lightning bolt, forcing him to think about his sister differently. She was nearly two years older than him so obviously she had her own sex-life but up until this exact point he'd chosen not to think about it.
(The closest he'd come was probably when his friends would try to wind him up by saying how much they wanted to get with her, but those conversations were always instantly shut down and usually followed up with the threat of violence if anyone dared to continue).
But now, far from feeling uncomfortable or guilty about the way he was talking to her, he couldn't deny that he was getting a bit excited by the thought of her having a naughty side that he knew nothing about. Whether serious or not, any suggestions of watching porn or 'getting off' were quickly turned into mental images by his oh-so eager mind. The relieving 'pinches' through his jeans began to turn into slow, intermittent rubbing as his hand moved back and forth between his lap and keyboard.
Bailey was having a similarly tough time with her conscience; she'd come up to her room solely because she'd grown bored of the TV and only signed into messenger for the first time in months out of curiosity, and yet here they were laughing and pretending to flirt with each other!? She was no stranger to this kind of talk but obviously not with Scott. Despite their closeness there were certain things the siblings didn't discuss and sex was definitely on that list - she didn't even know if he was still a virgin, but the way he was talking tonight made her begin to wonder. Their chatting was light-hearted for the most part and even when he complimented her directly she didn't feel like she was being hit on; he was sweet but not in a relentless way, which made her feel good without feeling like she was hearing some guy's best lines.
That said, the positively charged atmosphere they were creating was definitely having an effect on her. The occasional racy comment about porn or what happens in teenagers' bedrooms initially caught her off guard, even bringing a flush of colour to her cheeks, but it was always done in a way that made her smile and before long she was playfully responding in kind. Time seeped by as the messages continued to shoot back and forth, the pair of them barely registering when their parents called 'good night' through their bedroom doors. Throughout all the chatting, teasing and naughty jokes, the grin on her face remained steadfast and even though she knew it was wrong she didn't really want to stop. The truth was she was enjoying their conversation and each time she caught herself writing something a bit risqué, she would justify her lack of guilt by telling herself
it was just a bit of fun.
Though her resolve was soon put to the test when completely unrelated to their conversation he sent her a link to a video clip.
Player_1:
website/movies/2_orgasms
Player_1:
Sorry!! Obviously not meant for you!!
Player_1:
Shit!
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~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
wtf??
*
~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
OMG what do you mean not meant for me? Are you talking to someone else as well?? You slut!! :-O
Curiosity immediately had a hold of her and she was definitely clicking that link, but more curious was the pang of jealousy she felt and was trying to mask with mock outrage.
Player_1:
I meant I was supposed to paste that into my browser, not messenger...
Player_1
: There is no one else I promise!! You're the only girl online. for me ;)
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~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
omg SWOON!!
*
~°Starlight_Sparkle°~*:
Well this is awkward, knowing what you're watching whilst talking to me!
Player_1:
er, what we're
both
watching whilst talking to each other!
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