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All characters are 18 years or older.
This story is the continuation of my Technically We're Estranged series and I suggest reading the first chapter before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, and masturbation.
Stephan gets teased, and teases a little himself, over social networking.
Thanks to Ante_matter for his editing.
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When I stumbled across my cousin Mel flashing on a camgirl website, I didn't look away. I didn't change girls, I didn't feel guilty and I definitely did not ignore my hard-on.
I jerked off to her as she got naked, danced sexily to one of our favourite songs from when we were teens and then masturbated herself for my, and a couple hundred others', pleasure.
Pleasure. She'd certainly given that to me, and all I had wanted to do was call her. We hadn't spoken in years; not because we disliked each other or had a fight or anything. I moved from Hawaii to Australia and she went the opposite direction, and I was now jealous of Texas because of it.
I sent her a thousand dollars using the site 'tipping' mechanisms. I had never tipped a girl before, but for Mel... Well, I didn't know why she was doing this, but I had the cash. She'd gotten divorced, so maybe she was strapped for funds. Maybe she needed to make rent. Maybe she needed to buy groceries.
Maybe my sexy, blonde bombshell cousin just liked having pervs watch her get off on the internet.
I sent the cash anonymously. She freaked out in her first message to me, and I left her hanging.
Work called and I answered. My secretary Bella had given me a sly smile when I came out of my office and shook Walker's hand, but that was all. She knew I jerked off in my office when I had dead time in the day, she just didn't know who I was doing it to now. She was open minded, but I didn't think she was
that
open minded.
By the time one meeting ended another rolled in and soon Bella had been gone for hours since the end of the work day. I checked my computer one last time before shutting it down for the evening and found I hadn't closed my browser. Maximizing it, I was about to close it down when I noticed that little blinking mail icon. I was still logged into the cam site, Mel's last message to me and my reply still loaded up. I clicked the message and couldn't help grinning.
Twitter. Instagram. Snapchat. Kik, whatever that was. Usernames for all of them from Mel. The rest of the message just said, 'Add me, crazy.'
I had to install half of the apps for the first time before I could add her, and when I did nothing happened. I used the same name on all of them that I was using on the site: OverCsSteve. My anonymous account now had a social media presence.
At home I fooled around with the apps, adding all of the other pornstars and cam girls I had occasionally thought of following but never wanted to have show up on my actual twitter account. Not that I used the thing anyways. Kik turned out to be some basic chatting service that I would need other usernames for; I assumed other cam girls made you pay for theirs so Mel's username DellaLightful was the sole name on my list in that app.
Just as I was going to sleep my phone beeped at me with a chirp I had never heard before. I checked it and found Snapchat had pushed a notification; I had gotten my first 'snap.' My fingers hovered over the buttons on my phone, trying to remember the combination I needed to hit to take a screenshot.
The first thing I did when I installed Snapchat and realized the pictures were time sensitive was google how to save them.
I opened the snap, saw a flash of Mel's face and clicked the screenshot. She was smiling but was sleepy eyed and obviously tired, the sun just rising in the background over a town out her window. 'Off to work :),' the caption read. She was in standard light blue medical scrubs and they complimented her eyes despite her lack of sleep.
She had probably sent it wide to anyone she had given her snapchat info to, but it still made my gut flutter a little bit. I wasn't the kind of guy who collected selfies from chicks or begged for pictures from them; if I was, my clients probably wouldn't be my clients. That made this picture special, even if it was on a hundred or more phones across the world. Mel had taken the time to tell me- us- what she was up to. The connection, however tenuous, felt so surreal.
I went to sleep with a smile, memories of Mel from growing up running through my head. Why didn't I just pick up the phone or send a letter or something seven years ago? I knew the answer was because I had my new life, and she had hers, and we were two college students in new places meeting new people. I'd barely even spoken to my parents that first year, let alone reaching out to cousins or old high school friends.
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I didn't even think to check my phone until I was most of the way through my breakfast, probably because my life didn't revolve around it. The things I dealt with for work, the things my clients wanted to talk about, weren't safe for the phone. Face to face was the only way to stay ahead of the authorities and leave no paper trail for their lines of work, so I had to do the same thing.
I stopped getting pat downs at every meeting when I got Lucky Lewiston off of a murder charge. Criminal law was fun to prosecute, but it was even more fun to defend when half the criminal organizations across Australia have you on retainer. It did have its restrictions though; no matter how many times the Boss's son offers to take you partying, you do not go.
Three notifications waiting for me. That was more than I got in some weeks. I opened them up one at a time.
The first picture on snapchat Mel was in some sort of public restroom alone. It was obviously sometime later in the day for her and she was bright eyed and goofy, her long blonde hair back in a braid as she took the picture with one hand and lifted her scrubs top with the other to flash her tits in the mirror. She had her cute tongue sticking out and there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.
The counter wound down and the next picture appeared. This one I knew was her again, but it didn't have her face. Instead, she had pulled the front of her scrubs and her thong out from her body and taken a picture down her pants, the flash illuminating everything perfectly. Her sexy mound was being tugged out by the stretching fabric and I wondered if I was imagining the little glisten of wet spot on her panties. This picture had the caption, 'Just for you ;).'
Just for me? Just for her high tippers? It was quite possible she'd sent this one wide just like the others and put on the caption to make every one of her followers feel special. My critical mind analyzed the possibilities, at the marketing ploys involved and the fact that we'd exchanged brief messages at best.
The picture was gone before I thought to screenshot it.
Fuck. That one was a keeper.
The last pending notification wasn't snapchat, it was Kik, about a half hour old and waiting for a response.
DellaLightful:
Did you like it?
'Wow,' I wrote back. 'What a sight to wake up to.'
Maybe she did send me it specifically. Could you mass message on Kik? I really had no idea.
I got a message back as I was driving to the office. My commute isn't great since I live on the outskirts of Melbourne and my office, while wonderfully appointed and handily located for my clients, means driving through nearly half the city. I checked it once I was in my parking space in the rear alley behind the building, the rolling chain fence secured behind me.
DellaLightful
: Just waking up? You aren't some lazy millionaire are you?
I grinned and replied, and she quickly responded as well.
OverCsSteve
: No, well at least not yet. I'm in the South Pacific working, so my clock is different. 15 hours ahead. You're talking into the future.
DellaLightful
: Ooh, wow that's cool. Anywhere nice and warm?
OverCsSteve
: Australia. Beaches everywhere :)
DellaLightful
: Fuck you, so jealous. I miss surfing :(
OverCsSteve
: :( :( I love surfing. How do you go without?
DellaLightful
