"Can you take off your top? :)"
My heart was pounding. He definitely could not have seen my face, but even with anonymity - on my part - this was mind-blowingly kinky.
Another line of deep red text popped up in the window: "Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase??? x"
All I could see in his webcam window was the tip of a cock peeping over the edge of the desk and that familiar six-pack stomach tensing now and then as his left hand moved out of sight, massaging himself as he chatted with me. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, leaving it on but allowing it to fall open enough to show both my breasts, clad in white lace. Where on earth was I going to go with this? Judging by how wet I was getting, I kind of knew...
Two weeks earlier, on a flying visit home from college, I had been using the PC in my father's study and stumbled across a swingers' website in the internet history. Not only that, but a swingers' website chatroom. After an initial shock I decided that wasn't so bad - over the four years since my mum died, dad's loneliness had grown to the point where it was desperately painful. I, my brother and my sister all wanted him to meet someone new. This was unconventional but, hey, it was the 21st century.
Curiosity had got the better of me and I soon realised, to my horror, that my 18-year-old brother was the one talking dirty in this chatroom, not my father. The username Ben18uk leapt out at me and I immediately clicked on his profile page to be confronted by pictures of my little brother naked, erect, wanting to meet single females or straight couples, "cannot accomodate but will travel". My God! Ben had turned into a bit of a hunk over the past year that I'd been away, so much so that it was something of a surprise that he would need to venture down this path to get laid. Or maybe he just shared my kinky gene...?
In his mailbox on the site, there were several old messages, the first of which thanked him for putting on such a horny show on his webcam the previous night. Webcam? Sure enough, next to the monitor was a small webcam. "The dirty little monkey," I thought, and struggled to make eye contact with him for the rest of the weekend before I eagerly packed up and headed back to college.
But could I get it out of my head? Could I hell. I wanted to see what he got up to. From the darkness of my room, hundreds of miles away, I sat at my PC and joined the website as a single female looking to meet single men. I had plenty of semi-naughty photos from which to choose to illustrate my ad courtesy of my regular boyfriend's digital camera. I carefully blurred my face and doube-checked in the background of the pictures for any subtle clues as to my identity. I posted the ad and was then allowed to log into the chatroom. Withtin 30 minutes my mailbox was bursting, but I didn't bother reading any of the messages - I was there purely for one thing. It took me a week but eventually our visits to the site coincided, in a room charmingly named "Single girls 4 cock". A fortnight after my shocking discovery I was being "whispered" by Ben18uk. "Nice pics," he said. "How are you?"
I clicked on his name and he appeared in the webcam window. His top was off, his hand was working below the level of the desk. I recognised the bookshelf in the grainy half-light around him that formed the background. I was aghast. I made small talk, we established I was too far away for him to come round right now, he claimed to have met two couples already through the site, he kept telling me how gorgeous my photos were. One had me in a bikini, the other was taken on a fancy dress night at college when I was dressed as a schoolgirl. What was I wearing now, he wanted to know.
"White button-up shirt, blue denim skirt, nothing special." I replied.
"Bet it looks special though? Do you have a cam?"
I did. It had come free with the PC. I had never envisaged using it but had opened it and read the manual as soon as I joined the swingers' site. I had painstakingly set it up on a pile of books, at just the right level so that no one would see above my neck. I switched it on.
"Wow. You have a great body."
"Thnx!"
"Can you take off your top? :)"
He wasn't hanging about, was he? I supposed I could. I was getting ever so wet with the thought of Ben jacking off, looking right at me without even knowing it. He had a body every girl would fawn over. I had a body most guys ought to drool over. Why not? No one would know...
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase??? x"
Once my shirt was unbuttoned he commented on my bra. "Nice lace number. Nice rack :)"
I replied: "Nice abs!"
"I've never seen you here before - you a newby?"
"Ish. Looking for fun is all."
"Well you know where I am... lol"
"I know where you are!"
"As we're total strangers tho we could have some more fun now?"
"Like what?"
"I'm sure if you showed me more it would get me visibly aroused :)"
"lol is that a good thing?"
"Depends what you want to see on my cam!"
I paused. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to see. Ben had a body to die for - my girl friends thought he was a fox - and if I was honest I would definitely ogle a man with his body if he weren't my brother. Or maybe if he was.