part 1: Little Sister
It's safe to say that I could have handled some of these situations better. My hindsight is twenty-twenty. But can you blame me? What wisdom did I have to draw upon, when the hand I'd been dealt, the life I've lived, is so unlike anyone else's? I'd had no frame of reference whatsoever through all my childhood and up into my early adulthood.
It isn't just because I'm an orphan. Honestly, I think I've handled being an orphan very well. It came naturally to me, which as I later found out is to be expected for our kind. And it isn't just because I'm 'our kind', either. Normally we follow a pretty straight path, as dictated by a set of strict and insistent instincts. No, it seems I'm something even stranger than that... and my fumbling attempts to make sense of the fact have profoundly changed the world we live in.
I think I was doing pretty well, all things considered. I'd made a decent life out of a dire one. I didn't have to work much at all, and the little work I did do was from the comfort of my own home, where I preferred to stay.
Eventually I did meet others like me. This is the story of my experience doing so, and all of the strange and wonderful things that that caused.
My name is Eva Dennis. Though few knew me by name, there was a certain subset of people, male and female alike, who knew me by sight. It wasn't too common - maybe one out of a crowd of people would recognize me - but it was enough that I would cover myself up when I left my apartment. And I preferred to stay inside.
Those who knew would usually need a moment to register where they'd seen me before. It was easy to tell once they'd attached an identity to my face... the recognition would dawn on them, and the silent shock would set in.
Few would admit they recognized me. I was their secret. No one needed to know that when they were alone, they would watch my webcam shows. Hell, some of them must have even been paying to see me, because I was making a pretty good living.
There weren't any other webcam girls offering what I did. There were a couple niche sites where they would imitate us with props, but it was always a laughable, campy charade. A cheap substitute for the real thing. There were also lithe figured young men who, bless their souls, took hormones to become like us, but again, it couldn't compare.
I should have known I'd eventually be found. Actually, I think I was hoping for it. Through the seedy pop-up ad ridden underbelly of the internet I was reaching out, secretly hoping that others like myself would find me.
I knew they were out there. My mothers had told me so. It was written in a letter from them, sent to me when I turned twelve.
So, do you want to hear my story? It's a long, far flung tale that will stretch the boundaries of your belief. It's a story filled with pain, with rejection, and with loneliness... but in the end, the glory we achieved made it all worth it.
Go ahead, then. Read on.
Chapter 1
"Melissa... Melissa, look at this."
"Hmm?"
Angela returned the video to its beginning and set her laptop in front of her. She pushed it along the surface of their hotel room bed with the tip of her foot, putting it within view of her twin sister.
"Ew, what is that, porn?"
"No. Well, sort of actually. It's from a webcam show."
"...Oh. Hey, that's a pretty girl. Are there going to be any guys?"
"No, no guys. Just watch though."
The quality could have been improved upon, but streaming into their web browser over the hotel's wifi was the image of a young woman. She appeared to be slender and in great shape, with creamy pale skin and cute, wavy chin length hair. It was black, though purple streaks were interspersed throughout, matching her curiously violet coloured eyes. On first glance though, Melissa's most significant observation were her breasts. The oversized globes were pressed against her chest by a black tank top, permitting a view of some eye catching cleavage, deep yet firm and high.
"Forget pretty... she's
hot
."
Angela nodded, then clicked ahead into the video. "She spends the first ten minutes just typing and answering people's questions." She clicked further ahead. "Okay, here, she's doing something."
The girl was standing further from her camera, letting more of her body enter the frame. She'd already taken off her top, revealing a sensual black bra, as well as her trim midriff. Below that a tiny black ruffled miniskirt hung off of her broad, curvaceous hips. Her short nails were painted black, and with her pale skin and dark clothes her look slightly suggested 'gothic', though still remaining sexy and cute. She turned around, revealing the bottom creases of her lush behind.
"Hey, you know if we want to watch girls take their clothes off we can just call Shelley and Donna over for another double date. I've seen enough."
"Yeah yeah, wait though. Just keep watching."
Alright boys and girls... are you sure?
There was a chorus of 'beeps' indicating incoming messages to her computer.
Oh, I thought you'd changed your minds. Alright, then. Off go the panties...
With her back to the camera she reached into her skirt and grasped the sides of those panties, then began to slowly, deliciously, tease them down inch by inch with coquettish shakes of her hips. They were just a tiny black lace affair, however... as the fabric descended so did something else.
Melissa's jaw dropped. Angela grinned. "Yeah, that's right. Keep watching..."
The lace undergarment fell to the floor, and in the space between her legs something was hanging low.
There we go.
She sat in front of the webcam again, again restricting the view to her face and upper body.
"Aww, come on! Show us more!"
Are there any more requests?
