Thans

As always, all characters over eighteen.

My older sister and I were more like strangers than siblings. The ten-year age difference meant that there wasn't much that we were able to do together when I was growing up. By the time I was able to hold up my end of a conversation, Kate had discovered boys and booze and wanted nothing to do with playing Nintendo with her little brother.

Everything changed after the virus-that-shall-not-be-named hit just after my eighteenth birthday.

Kate found herself suddenly unemployed and with no idea what she was going to do. An off-hand joke from one of my friends sparked an idea in her mind, though I'd only find out about it a couple of weeks later.

"Hey, Nick? Can you do me a favour?" Kate asked one afternoon.

"What kind of favour?" I asked cautiously.

"Can you build me a streaming computer? I know you've done it for a couple of your friends, and I figured that it'd be cheaper to ask you to do it for me, rather than paying some shop to do it," she said. At my utterly bewildered expression, she explained, "One of your friends said that I'd be good at being a Titty streamer, so I looked into it. From what I've seen, he definitely has a point… I'm

definitely

more than qualified."

A couple of months of hard work had Kate making more money letting people watch her play video games than she'd been making at her old job. She wasn't even any good at the games she played. It all came off the back of the simps who threw money at her because she was a woman on the Internet.

The day she moved out of home was a sad day for me. I'd grown accustomed to being around her — and her massive tits — and I was going to miss seeing her walking around the house in her habitually skimpy — while still TOS compliant — outfits.

Given the distance in our relationship, I was more than a little surprised to get a message from Kate a week after she moved out. It was a link to a Zoom call.

I choked on my own saliva when I clicked the link and suddenly found my sister's naked tits on my computer's screen as she was in the middle of taking off her industrial-strength bra. I'd dreamed of seeing her tits for years, and I was struck dumb by the sight of them. They were even more impressive than I'd imagined, even if I was only seeing them on a computer screen.

"Hey, Nick! I've missed you so much this week!" Kate said enthusiastically.

It took me more than a few seconds to find my voice. It was long enough that Kate felt the need to break the silence.

"Nick? You there?" she asked. "Is my mic working? Hello?"

"Yeah, it's working," I said, my voice cracking embarrassingly. "But, uh… you know you're sending video, too, right? I can see you."

She let out a short laugh as she rolled her hips a little, doing absolutely nothing to cover her body up, and I got the distinct impression that she was checking herself out on her own monitor.

"Yeah, I know you can see me," she chuckled as she dropped down into a squat in front of the desk I'd set her computer up on earlier that week. "I figured I should thank you for all your help this week. You saved me a lot of time and money by setting everything up for me."

"It was nothing, really," I replied automatically. My brain was working at half-pace, the sight of Kate's tits making the gears grind nearly to a halt.

"Not to me, it wasn't," Kate scoffed. "I never would've figured out what goes where with all this computer stuff. None of this would've been possible without your help. So, I figured that I'd thank you by giving you what you've wanted for a very long time. I mean, you probably think you were being sneaky with how much you stared at my tits, but a girl with boobs like mine develops a sixth sense for things like that."

That said, Kate brought her hands up to those breasts, pressed them together, and bounced them up and down for me.

"So? What do you think? Do you like how I'm thanking you?" she asked, her hands dropping away from her boobs. Keeping her elbows close to her chest, she pressed her tits tight together and held her hands beneath her chin, in an erotic imitation of an innocent pose.

"Fuck yes!" I gasped, my cock throbbing in my pants.

"You can have a wank while we talk, if you want," Kate offered. "I don't mind. Shit, I'm sure most of the guys in chat are doing exactly that every time I'm streaming!"

I didn't waste any time. My cock was in my hand an instant after she said she was okay with it.

"Nice dick, bro!" Kate said, actually sounding impressed. "So… is there anything you want me to do for you, or are you just happy to look?"

"Shake 'em for me!" I grunted, somehow finding the ability to form a coherent thought."

Kate laughed and stood back up, then leaned in close to the camera and did as I asked. I didn't last nearly as long as I would have hoped to.

The conversation we shared after my balls were empty was perhaps the most in-depth and personal that Kate and I had ever had. It was probably helped by the fact that she didn't put her shirt back on, while also insisting that I keep my cock out and adjust my camera so that it was in frame the whole time.

"I've enjoyed talking to you like this. Wanna do it every week?" Kate asked as the conversation came to a close.

"If this is the dress code, sure!" I joked.

"Deal!"

The immediacy of her reply, and the enthusiasm in her voice both pleased and surprised me. I was already looking forward to next week.