Hey there. I thought I'd do something a little different. I particularly enjoyed
CraptainPlanet's
series about the naive boyfriend/fiancé. With permission, I thought I'd take a crack at it and write something in the same vein. This probably doesn't do any justice to the originals but it was fun to write and I feel like it could almost be considered humor.
This isn't a sequel and there's no need to read the originals to understand this one but I do encourage you to read them.
Enjoy!
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When my younger sister came to me and told me she wanted to start web-camming, I wasn't surprised. And, when she asked if my husband Steve would be able to help her get everything setup, I didn't even hesitate to offer his services.
Why wasn't I surprised about my sister deciding to webcam? It's just the way she's wired. Well, that, and because she's extremely pretty and has the perfect body for it. Some might say the same of me, but while we had some similarities, in some areas we were quite different.
All of my guy friends said we were both blessed with pornstar asses. When I asked what they meant by that, they would just say we were both fit girls with asses that should be on someone a little curvier. At first, I was offended but they reassured me it was a good thing. So, we embraced it. The only problem, we were lacking in the chest department. At best, I was a full B cup, while my sister was a small B. That was, until she turned 21, and then she became a DD with the help of modern medicine. At that point, my guy friends simply referred to her as Ms Pornstar.
Combine that with her angelic face, naturally plump lips, and beautiful wavy hair which seemed to change colors with her mood, and you get the picture. I was blessed with similar facial features but as my husband Steve put it, I was more the girl next door type. Besides, he didn't really get the whole pornstar ass thing, or why people fawned over my sister. I guess that's one of the many things I loved about him.
In all honesty, he was quite naive when it comes to the opposite sex. He's completely oblivious to the obvious flirting most women do around him. And thankfully so, because he gets hit on constantly. He's one of the smartest, most charming people I know and combined with his ruggedly handsome good looks, I'd be sweating bullets every time a woman was around him if I didn't know how clueless he was.
So, when Sandy came to me and said she wanted to start web-camming, it wasn't exactly a surprise but it was a little startling, nonetheless. I mean, I knew she came out of her shell when she got her new tits and became quite the exhibitionist, but it never went further than wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. As far as I know, she wasn't parading around nude even though she might as well have been with how little her swimsuits covered.
It wasn't the least bit unusual to come home and find her using our pool. Well, not really the pool but more the lounge chairs for some sunbathing. I'd always chuckle to my husband when she'd parade around him in her tiniest thong and barely covered tits. It was like he didn't even notice my sister's ass or tits spilling out. When I told him how my friends used to tell my sister and I we had pornstar asses, he was totally clueless. He'd just say, "well, I don't care what they call it. I love it!" He was so innocent like that.
The funny thing is, I'd tease him all the time about his pornstar cock. He'd tilt his head and seem like he had no clue what I was talking about. I guess that's what endeared me to him. He was just so innocent, so naive, but he was a hunk and hung like a horse. And, thankfully, he wanted nothing more than to please me. He was a computer geek and I guess that meant in his analytical mind, he was determined to find out exactly what pleased me. And boy did he.
He solved that problem, and then some. He was by far the best lover I've ever had. Add that to his innocent, good looks, hot body, and massive cock and he was literally my perfect man. That's why when my sister came up with web-camming and was looking for my husband to help her get set up with all the computer stuff, I didn't hesitate for one second to offer Steve's services.
When I told him about it, to say he was confused was understatement. He assumed it meant she was going to be doing business meetings, or something to that effect, and needed her computer and equipment to be optimally set up for some presentation. I had to laugh at that. Presentations. Yep, she's going to be presenting, all right.
I tried my best to explain it and I think he finally got it but wasn't sure why she'd be doing it. I tried to explain her exhibitionist kink and of course the money was good, and while still confused, he went along with it. I promised him I'd make it worth his while when he returned and he smiled and told me he, "no, I'll make it worth
your
while." It didn't really make sense but that quirkiness is just another thing I loved about him. Always looking out for me.
That evening, I kept myself busy and caught up on some Netflix shows he wasn't interested in and finally around midnight, he returned home. I was surprised to see him a little disheveled and he was looking a little sheepish and I had to wonder what the heck happened.
"Hey, babe," I greeted him with a kiss. "How'd it go?"
He seemed a little nervous and that piqued my interest but I knew in the end that I could trust him and my sister. We sat on the sofa and he started to talk.
"It was okay. A little more than I bargained for but nothing I couldn't help her with."
His response seemed a little strained so I tried probing some more. "Sorry to hear that, babe. Did you have problems with her equipment?"
He still was only briefly making eye contact when he answered. "Yeah, something like that. It was just...I don't know...not what I was expecting."
That sounded odd. Steve was a whiz and usually had no issues with anything computer related. I tried to get him to open up some more. "What do you mean, 'not what you were expecting'?"
He was stuttering now, trying to find the words so I held him by the shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and told him it was okay and that he could tell me anything.
He finally looked me in the eye and then began. "Alright, Deb." He let out a loud sigh that got me more concerned before he continued. "When I got there, Sandy was pretty frantic. It was like she was bouncing off the walls. I tried to calm her down but she just seemed so nervous. I did my best to assure her that everything would be alright and went about setting up her computer, loading the software she'd need, and getting the camera and light she bought mounted and in the perfect location. I even helped her get logged in to the site and had everything ready to go."
"See, I knew you were the right man for the job," I joked. "So, then what's got you bothered?"
He took another deep breath before speaking. "Well, she started to calm down a little but then she asked if I could help her pick out what to wear."
He paused for a second so I chimed in. "That's so Sandy. Waiting until the last minute."
He still looked a little sheepish but chuckled a little. "Yep...that's your sister, allirght. So, anyway, she disappeared for a few minutes into her closet and when she came out she was wearing one of her little bikinis and some really high heels."
Seemed about right, I thought to myself. I didn't really know what girls wore when they did this but I figured it would be pretty sexy. And, I know her bikinis barely covered anything. I can only imagine how sexy those guys watching would think she was, especially with some slutty heels on. I stayed silent and waited for my husband to continue.
