Careless Whispers (part two) [Cam] [masturbation]

I felt like I was going to throw up when I watched her sway her hips as she walked into my living room. Gia put her bags down by the coffee table when Katherine came out of the kitchen, pulling her youngest sister into a tight hug, “Ooh! It’s going to be awesome having you here with us for the summer,” my wife cooed.

Gia was bouncing excitedly and I could see the sway of her unrestrained tits as her crop top lifted enough to show the swell of her breasts. “Were you going to inform me of this?” I asked my wife as I gathered Gia’s bags to take to our guest room.

“It was last minute,” she said dismissively, “An internship fell through back home, so Gia’s going to intern where I work for the summer. Oh, it’s been so long since we’ve gotten to spend time together. Every time we’ve gone home lately you’ve been away at college!” My wife complained.

I sighed and took Gia’s bags to the guest room, putting the luggage on top of the dresser so she could unpack easier and tossing her backpack onto the bed, something in the bag began vibrating and my dick hurt as the thought of her getting off in my house crept into my head. I stared blankly at the bag as Gia came into the room and saw where my attention was. She grabbed the bag and pulled an electric toothbrush from it. Her lightly freckled cheeks were beet red as she turned it off and threw it back to the bed, “Sorry,” she whispered.

I went to the bathroom to relieve myself of the aching hard-on I’d had since I saw her smiling at me when the door opened. Internship fell through, yeah fucking right. She was here with a purpose of using the information she had on me to get something out of me. Money probably. She knew I had a good job with an exceptional income from it. She knew she could drain me in order to keep my wife from finding out I got a damn blowjob from a random stripper, and she could just say she heard a classmate talking about it and saw the fucking security tapes, she could get out of it one hundred percent.

Then my mind went back to her mouth on my cock and how fucking good it felt. She’ll be sleeping down the hall from me for the summer. Maybe I could talk her into wrapping her lips around my cock again with me getting to look at her mouth stretched over me while I gag her. Or maybe I could get her to push her tits against my cock and let me cum on them in exchange for paying for her books for her fall semester.

I could even afford to pay her tuition for a semester if she let me get my dick wet in that wet little hole between her legs. My mind was getting carried away with the thought of my little sister-in-law on her back with her legs spread wide and my dick spreading her cunt, her tits bouncing with each thrust and my mouth clamped down on her nipple, suckling from her like she just needs a good fucking to get her milk flowing for me to savor.

That triggered the thought of her sending me update photos of her belly as it swelled with my offering to her. Her barely pink areola darkening and getting a little more prominent just like her sister’s did when she got pregnant with our first kid. God how I missed the way Katherine’s tits used to leak when I made her pussy squirt. I wonder if Gia’s body would be just as sensitive with the hormones of pregnancy raging through her. Gia’s more petite than her sister was, maybe she’d be even more sensitive to my dick pounding her pretty little…

A knock on the door interrupted my furious stroking and Gia’s voice filtered in, “Dean…I need a shower, you gonna be long in there?” she asked so sweetly.

While my instinct was to open the door and pull her in, begging her to let me watch her shower, instead I said, “Just a minute,” and grabbed a wash cloth, coating the inner fold in my cum as I let loose, then I folded it back up and gathered up a regular towel and foot towel that I laid out in front of the tub for her.

My cheeks were flushed when I opened the door and she was smiling so gently, swaying her hips from side to side as she looked up at me. I motioned to the towel and wash cloth on the rack next to the tub, “I pulled out a towel and washcloth for you…,” I started to leave, brushing my hand over her tit as I pushed past her and added, “if you want a different wash cloth, there’s more in the cabinet.”

She gave me a funny look but slipped past me into the bathroom and I retreated to my bedroom to catch my breath before I saw my wife again. A few minutes later I got a message from Gia, ‘Delete this right after,’ along with a picture of her face. Her lips were parted and her tongue was holding a small milky glob on it, the wash cloth I’d left her was unfolded in her hands and she was smiling with a certain excitement in her eyes.

I thought about keeping it, proof that my wife’s baby sister was a little whore, but something about that expression told me she wasn’t here to blackmail me. I don’t think she was here for an internship either,though. I sent back a quick message, ‘You going to wash with it?’

‘Of course, I’m not wasteful. Now delete these you idiot,’ she responded.

I sighed but deleted them and headed back down to help my wife with lunch. We’d been planning to go on a picnic with the kids since it was a nice Saturday out. I kept considering coming up with an excuse to stay home, but we went out as a family while Gia stayed home and got herself settled in. What started as a nice family outing ended with me and Katherine angry with each other over the unexpected house guest.

It landed me on the couch in my study for the night. I started browsing porn on my computer. Knowing Gia was a stripper willing to blow a guy for a few extra bucks made me wonder if she’d done anything else. There are apparently a ton of girls into the rainbow hair thing right now, but only one of them looked like Gia, and that’s where I found a live feed of her cam show she was doing upstairs in my fucking house while my wife and kids were asleep down the hall.

I paid the fee to get access to her chat and sound. She was whispering, a few dozen people were in the chat and she kept looking to the doorway. “I’m at my big sister’s house. I can’t talk too loud or I might wake her up, so nothing too loud tonight, okay, guys?”

There were affirmations showing up in the chat and I just sat there and watched for a while. She sat up straight, chest pushed out, tits on display as she moved her laptop to get a better angle on her body. She was able to get it above her, soft lights filtered the room and lit up her pale flesh. She was sitting cross legged and I could see her clit peeking from between her small pussy lips. The guys wanted her to rub her breasts, tug at her nipples, lick her own tits, stupid shit like that. I wanted to see her kneeling with her legs spread so I could watch her clit swell with excitement. I sent a hundred bucks with the request. She hesitated for a moment.

“Alright, but I can’t really get off without someone hearing…,” she said quietly.

I watched her move the laptop down until the camera aimed right at her slit waxed clean with a diamond piercing on her mound and in her belly button. Some of her hair was over her shoulders, covering her tits slightly as she tipped her hips and let me watch her suck on her finger then use the glistening digit to gently and slowly rub herself. After a minute her fingers moved back and dipped into her then she brought the freshly slicked fingers back to her clit. Her hips were rolling along with her rubbing and I could see the strings of fluid that dripped from her cunt onto my guest room floor.

‘Shame you can’t wake your sister to get her to help you out and ease that ache,’ I sent in a message to her.

She moaned softly, her pink clit was fully exposed. It was still small, but it looked beautiful, spreading her slit open and telling us she wanted a firm tongue right there to finish her off. I got a little daring and went upstairs, knocking on her door, “Gia?” I asked, “You okay, I thought I heard a noise coming from your room.”

She was breathless but said, “I’m okay, Dean, go back to bed.”

I retreated back down to the study and watched her grow flustered on camera.

Feeling a little brave, I sent her another message, ‘Sounds like it’s not just your sister at home?’

She shook her head, “That was my brother-in-law. He’s kinda like another dad to me,” she said.

I was? That was news to me, last time I saw her before the strip club, she was sixteen and hated my fucking guts for reasons still unknown.

‘And are you a Daddy’s girl?’ I asked.

She looked to the door and smiled, “Not yet,” she whispered as she put her finger up to her lips in a shushing motion.

I sent her another hundred bucks and said, ‘Let’s see that very lickable hole of yours, baby girl.’

A slight glimpse of recognition came over her face and I panicked for a few seconds, her sister always called her baby girl, it was a habit I’d picked up along the way. Shit. Did I just give myself away?

She sat back against the foot of the bed and shifted herself so her hips were tipped towards the camera and I had a very clear view of a creamy little hole that was almost impossible to see. I almost tongued my fucking screen as I looked at her spread pussy.

Instead I sent a message, ‘I can’t see it, show us with your finger exactly where you open.’

She curled her hand under her thigh and pushed the tip of her finger into her hole. She had long slender fingers and she struggled to work herself open enough to get the first knuckle inside of her.

‘Have you never been popped by a dick?’ I asked.

She shook her head and leaned towards the camera whispering again, “Just tongues and fingers.”

I sent another message, ‘Does that Daddy of yours have a nice enough dick to help you out with that?’

She bit her lower lip and whispered, “It’s nice enough, I just don’t know if it’s willing,”

I groaned and shifted in my seat, ‘Can’t see anyone denying that request with a body like yours on the table.’

She blushed, “I don’t recognize your name…have you seen my shows before?” she asked.

‘No, just stumbled across tonight and very glad I did,’ I responded.

“You’re being very generous, thank you for that,” she said softy.

‘Get that Daddy of yours to open your cunt up for us on cam and I’ll be infinitely more generous,’ I offered.

I saw her breath catch in her throat as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to push away the smile lingering at the corners of her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at the camera as she whispered, “Did you all enjoy the pictures I posted earlier of me washing myself with a cloth that he coated in his cum before giving it to me?”

That did it. I barely grazed my dick with my fingertips and I came hard, biting my lip to keep myself quiet. Once my dick and balls stopped contracting, I opened my eyes to see her smiling and it looked like she was staring straight at me her voice was a soft tease, “…and his cum felt amazing on my clit and pussy as I washed myself with it. I really hope he jacks off in the bathroom every time so I can go in right after him and play with the cum he leaves behind under the guise of a shower. Maybe next time he’ll be on cam with me, but for tonight, goodnight fellas,” and blew a kiss at the camera.

She shut off the feed and sent me a private message, ‘Dean?’

I hesitated on whether or not I should answer her, but I wanted her to know I was one hundred percent interested, ‘Yeah,’ I responded.

‘Would you like me to call you daddy or brother when you take my virginity on camera?’

I swallowed hard, ‘Brother,’ I responded.

‘Come to my room, please?’ She asked.

‘Be there soon, baby girl,’ I said.

The fuck was I doing?

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