As always, all characters over eighteen.
Things between me and my sister settled into a strange kind of normal after that first mostly naked online video-chat come mutual masturbation session.
Every week, without fail, Kate and I would get naked in front of our computers, get ourselves off while watching the other, then we'd spend a few hours talking about anything and everything.
I don't know how she felt about things, but I wasn't overly keen to risk doing something stupid and fucking things up if I went to see her in person. Honestly, she might only have been okay with what we were doing because of the safety of being in a completely different suburb to me.
I found out how wrong I was about that a few weeks later.
It was a Wednesday, and everything was going as normal for me. I was doing some study for my uni course, struggling to understand the dense textbook, when my phone buzzed and played the notification sound.
I ignored it, because I knew that I'd never get back to the books if I checked on the notification.
It went off again.
I ignored it again.
But the ten subsequent notifications that went off over the next twenty seconds made it obvious that whoever was messaging me felt that it was important enough to spam messages.
I picked it up and frowned when I saw that it was Kate messaging me.
⟪Help! Something's gone wrong with my setup, and I can't get it workign!⟫ she had written. It was quickly followed by, ⟪Please! I know you're home! I texted Mum! Answer me! Look at your fucking phone! Check! Your! Fucking! Phone! Now! I need your help, Nick!⟫
I sighed. There was no way that I was going to be able to ignore her any longer. It probably wouldn't be long before she got Mum to come and knock on my door.
I took a moment to mark my spot in my textbook before I started to compose a reply.
⟦You can calm your tits now, Kate,⟧ I sent. ⟦What's gone wrong?⟧
⟪Finally! And fuck if I know! You're the computer wizard here! Just get your ass over here and fix it!⟫
Her responses came in rapid succession, and I could
feel
her agitation through the app.
In response, I sent her a pair of emojis, ⟦👍🚗,⟧ telling her that I was on my way. Then I changed into some clothes that I hadn't already slept in and headed for the front door.
"Something's gone wrong with Kate's computer," I called out to Mum as I walked by the family room. "I'm heading over to see what's up."
"Okay!" Mum called back. "Make sure that she shows some appreciation for your help. I know how ungrateful she can be sometimes."
I bit my lip. If Mum only knew how thankful Kate was. And, of course,
how
she showed her thanks…
It was only a fifteen minute drive to get to Kate's place. She burst out of her front door before I had even put the car in park. She as already in her streaming outfit, which consisted of nothing more than a pair of booty shorts and a low-cut shirt.
"About time!" she huffed. "I'm supposed to be live in twenty minutes!"
"Keep your shirt on," I grumbled. Privately, I wanted her to do the exact opposite.
We shared no more words as we walked through her house and headed into her studio. Her monitors were in a slightly different position than I had set them up in, and they were still turned off, while the tower was flashing all its usual lights.
The problem was almost immediately obvious, as was the solution.
"You fucked with things, didn't you?" I asked without looking at her.
"No," she denied, her tone unconvincing. I turned and raised my eyebrows at her. She grimaced sheepishly and admitted, "I might have been trying out some new camera positions."
I shifted around behind her desk and took stock of the cables at the back of the tower. I unplugged the display cables from the motherboard's outputs, plugged them back into the outputs on the graphics card, then stepped around to the front of her desk and turned the monitors on.
"Problem solved," I said. Turning back to her, I gave her a fake-stern look and said, "Next time you want to change things, let me know, and I'll come help you out, okay?"
Kate had sagged with relief as the screens came back to life. Nodding, she said, "Promise, bro."
Kate then pushed past me and started opening OBS and other programs Suddenly, it was as if I wasn't in the room any longer.
"You know… maybe Mum was right," I chuckled. Kate glanced over her shoulder at me quizzically. Explaining, I said, "Before I left, Mum told me to make sure you show some appreciation."
Kate paused, frowning slightly, then turned back to her computer and opened an app that was a distinctive shade of Twitter blue. She typed out a quick message, then copied and pasted it into her Discord app, then stood up and turned to face me.
"I've told everyone that I'll be half an hour late in starting because of computer issues," she said. Then, she gripped the bottom of her shirt and took it off, leaving her in just her booty shorts and a sturdy pink bra. Those booty shorts were quickly slipped down her legs, revealing that she was wearing a pair of knickers that were the same shade as her bra.
My jaw dropped to the floor. Her body was fucking amazing when I was viewing it on a computer screen. It was absolutely other-worldly in person.
Kate smirked at my dumbstruck expression and put her hands to the sides of her breasts so she could gently bounce them side-to-side. "Mum thinks I'm an ungrateful bitch, doesn't she?"
"Not in so many words," I mumbled. I was surprised that I was able to form any kind of a coherent sentence.
"Well, I can't let her be right about that, can I?" Kate asked rhetorically. A second later, her hands were behind her back and she unhooked her bra, then let it fall to the floor between us. "Now, are you gonna get your dick out, or what?"
She didn't have to ask me twice. My pants were around my ankles half a second later.
While I started slowly jerking off, Kate took a step back and settled onto the bed she had set up to be in the background of her stream.
"You can cum on my tits, okay?" she offered. "Just try not to get any on my face. I won't have time to re-do my makeup."
"Why'd you tell them you'd be half an hour late, then?" I groaned. "You know how quick I finish sometimes. You could've told them five minutes and you'd have time to clean up and still be early."
