I had moved into my step-sister's apartment after our parents were married. Throughout my senior year, dad had promised to pay my entire college tuition, to anywhere I could get in. When he remarried, the budget shrunk. I was left with attending the best public university in the state, and the option of either living at home or crashing at my new step-sister's apartment downtown. It wasn't much of a choice.
When dad remarried, he chose a kindly, Asian-American woman as his bride. I like my new step-mom. Her daughter is around my age, and nice too, if a little more adventurous than her mother.
She doesn't attend university, my step-sister. I wasn't sure what she did for most of my first semester living with her. I just knew she spent a lot of time in her room, on the computer, up late at night, and never ever let me in.
The mystery ended last night. I was awoken around 1:00 am, briefly worried I had slept through my first class, but slowly realizing it was my step-sister shaking me to consciousness. I was vaguely aware of her standing over me, wrapped in a fluffy robe. But she seemed to be wearing makeup.
"Hey," she said, yanking the covers off and trying to rouse me.
I rolled over in my boxers, stared at the clock, and shut my eyes.
"Hey! I need you to get up, help me with something. I'll explain in my room." She grabbed my wrist with both hands and pulled, dragging me across the sheets and almost onto the floor.
"Jesus, alright," I moaned, stumbling to bring my legs under my shifting body. I succeeded in not being pulled onto my ass, as my step-sister continued yanking me by the arm across my room.
When I finally found sure footing we were halfway down the hall. I realized where we were going--into the forbidden zone. My step-sister's room. Then we were inside, door shut behind me with a click.
The lights were mostly off. A familiar glow emanated from the floor, the sweet glow of a computer monitor. Odd place for it, I thought. And a towel in front besides...
Step-sis hurried over to the laptop; typed frantically; looked back at me, paused, then typed some more. I couldn't help noticing how swanky her room was. Much nicer than the common area, which she barely put any effort into...
"OK." She was back in front of me, continuing her verbal assault. "I--we, don't have much time. I need your help with something. See, I've been on my computer..."
"Turn it off. Turn it on. Possibly unplug in the middle," I blurted groggily, sure I could now return to my own, non-mysterious room. It was still too early in the day for mysteries.
"No, idiot. I mean I've been online," she continued.
"Ah, I think you farm it. Or go to the ville. Either would seem appropriate given the name. Godspeed," I finished, now facing the door and fruitlessly jiggling the handle.
"Ugh," she spun me back around. "Listen, twerp, I've been on...picture sites. And video. And I need your help right now." A slight frantic look flashed in her eyes.
I looked back at her for a moment, put my hands on her shoulders, and drew her face close to mine. "I. Will follow," I whispered, "your Twumbler. Incerest. Even YourSpace. If you kindly return me to sleepy land."
I felt her shoulders shrug. My hands fell forward, wrists now wresting on bare skin. The robe was crumpled on the floor.
I stared down at a slender, tan body, wrapped in white lingerie. A small bow in the center of the bra, hiding between two C-cups stuffed with flesh. Below, a tight stomach leading to more white underwear, lace perhaps, just covering the upper hint of...
"Here, this first," she said, reaching on top of a bookshelf and then pressing glass against my lips. I swallowed a warm liquid, snorted, coughed shimmering specks onto her chest. She followed with a shot of her own.
"There's more if we need it," my step-sister mumbled, before settling herself and staring in my eyes.
"This guy, online, and never mind how, has offered me a lot of money to--suck a guy off on camera. Ten thousand dollars a lot of money," my step-sister said in a dead-pan. "If you will just stand there, and not think too much about what's going on, I will give you hal--some of that money."
I glanced back down at the laptop on the floor, the towel spread in front of it. Lines of text appeared for each moment we lingered. Someone's impatient, I thought.
My protestations began as I was placed into position. "I'm flattered that you would think of me for this," I began. "I had no fucking options," she kneeled down.
"But I really wouldn't feel comfortable, you being my step-sister and all." My boxer shorts fell to meet the the damp towel. "It's probably illegal, I would hope. And your mother would kill me," I added, growing confident in my moral fortitude.
That changed when I felt a warm mouth around my cock.
