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From: Billy J Faust <BFaust@ev1.net>
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Subject: Re: "Cybering My Sister - PART 2" (mf inc teen)
Date: Sat, 06 Mar 2004 23:34:15 -0600
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The first two chapters wew interesting and well written.
Let's have some more soon
Billy
Eel Adam <madali0@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:d009e079.0403011114.76243c33@posting.google.com...
> NOTE: If this is a repost, I apologize. I sent it a while ago, and
> havent seen it come up in this newsgroup.
>
> Cybering My Sister
>
> Chapter Two
>
> By Eel Adam
>
> Things became awkward after that. I and my sister, Karen, had
> masturbated online to each other's live webcam feed, but didn't say
> anything or indicate in any way that it had happened. Whenever our
> eyes would meet, while eating breakfast or watching TV, we both knew
> what had happened and although it was obvious what we each were
> thinking, we ignored it.
>
> Throughout the day we'd try to act like we always used to. But at
> night, I'd go to my room, and watch my monitor with nervousness and an
> uncontrollable lust. A few minutes after she had gone in her room, her
> online name would come up in my messenger, and I'd send her a webcam
> request. It felt unreal, like it was and was not my sister at the same
> time. I knew who she was, I'd lived with her all my life, but when the
> webcam feed would start, her legs were wide open, and her fingers
> rubbing her wet pussy, she was also someone I never knew.
>
> We became addicted. You might wonder why we didn't just forget the
> webcam thing, and just fuck each other. We both wanted it, we both
> lived together, and we both would watch each other masturbate on cam.
> However, it was a very fragile and a very unusual event. It felt like
> the whole sexual relationship was held together by a very fragile and
> thin wire, and that it could be broken if either of us did something
> to scare the other away.
>
> That's why we didn't just move to the next logical step. It didn't
> really matter either, since we didn't find it boring, nor was it
> losing its appeal. Still, things did change, but slowly and neither of
> us pushed or hurried it.
>
> It was just another night, and I was ready in front of the monitor.
> Throughout the day I had watched my sister, and could picture her
> naked and horny, so when I finally went to my room, I could not wait
> to open up the webcam program. I saw her get online, and sent her a
> webcam request. My cock was painfully hard, and I could already feel
> the tip of it wet with precum. But she didn't accept my request. I
> cancelled it, and resend another one. Again, nothing.
>
> I got scared. Did she suddenly freak out and change her mind about
> everything? I didn't know, and I wasn't even sure I could ask her. I
> looked at the pending request, and wasn't sure what to do. My throat
> was dry with fear, and could feel a tinge of guilt. If she had
> regretted everything, wasn't I responsible as a bigger brother?
>
> Then she sent her first text message, since that day when we found out
> that each other out.
>
> "My webcam isn't working."
>
> That was all. I knew that it must have taken her a lot of effort to be
> able to send me a message, but that one sentence alone relieved me.
> That message meant that the reason she didn't accept wasn't because of
> what I assumed, but a simple technical error. It also carried another
> message. She didn't know that much about computers, so I was the one
> in the family who'd buy the parts or fix any error.
>
> So that message also meant that she wanted me to fix it.
>
> But at that moment?
>
> Maybe she'd prefer it to be fixed tomorrow morning, not at that
> instant.
>
> But I couldn't wait.
>
> -
>
> I knocked on her door, and went in. She was sitting on her bed,
> reading (well, pretending to read) one of her beauty magazines. She
> was wearing her nightgown, and she glanced at me, blushed, and then
> shifted her eyes back to the magazine. I looked at her, and moved to
> the computer. I sat on the chair, and felt a shiver go through my
> body. I could remember random images of my naked sister. My arm
> touched the armchair of the chair, and I saw an image in my mind of
> her leg draped over the armchair, with the webcam focused on her
> naked, wet, tight pussy. The technical problem was not difficult to
> fix even though I had a very hard time focusing on the task at hand.
>
> "Karen", I said, without looking back.
>
> "Hmm", she managed to say.
>
> "Go to my room, and so we can test if it's working."
>
> "'kay", she said, and quickly run off.
>
> I stared at the moniter, and a request came from my own internet
> nickname. I accepted it, and the webcam feed started.
>
> She was looking at the cam. It was working on my side.
>
> I typed out, "Is it working?" and clicked send.
>
> "Yes. I can see you", she typed back.
>
> "Let me test a few more things".
>
> She nodded.
>
> What I did next was beyond my control. I moved the camera so it was
> focused on my face, then took my cock, and started to masturbate. I
> could not help it. I hoped she wouldn't see what I was doing, since it
> was her room and her chair, but it was not hard to guess. When she saw
> my body move up and now, I saw a look of scared recognition on her
> face. She swallowed hard, and blushed a huge red.
>
> She didn't say anything except to continue looking at me. Her eyelids
> slowly started to close, as I saw her arm starting to move. Even
> though I couldn't see it, I knew that she was masturbating on my
> chair! I had always enjoyed watching her, but knowing she was doing it
> on my chair gave me an extra thrill.
>
> I rubbed faster, and moved the camera lower, so she'd see what I was
> doing. She didn't move the camera down, but instead she moved back
> herself. I could see her on my chair, furiously fingering her pussy.
> Her body was arched back, and she grabbed her tits through her tshirt.
>
> It didn't take long. Soon I was about to come, so I quickly looked
> around the room for some tissue to use, but couldn't find any.
> Instead, I used my hand to prevent my sperm spilling on any of her
> things. I closed my eyes, and felt my body shake as my cum seemed to
> explode out of my cock, and all over my hands. I opened my eyes, and
> wondered how to clean myself and get out my sister's room.
>
> I was still half naked when I saw my sister enter the room, and she
> pretended not to see me. I could see her embarrassed. She walked past
> me, grabbed a box of tissues besides on her drawers, and handed them
> to me. I tried to say "Thanks", but I think only an inaudible sound
> came out. I quickly grabbed several tissues, and started cleaning my
> hands. She placed the tissue box on the computer desk, and walked to
> her shelf. I was frantically trying to clean my sticky hands, when I
> saw she was holding a small towel. Before I had a chance to grab it
> off her, she sat down besides me on the floor, and wrapped the towel
> around my cock. Gently she started cleaning my cock without saying a
> word or looking at me.
>
> I couldn't believe what she was doing, and wasn't able to take my eyes
> of her hands. Although I had only come a few minutes ago, I could feel
> my soft cock starting to get hard again. I was starting to really
> enjoy her cleaning me off, when she took the towel away. My cock was
> clean, but the rubbing had felt so good, that the instant she removed
> the towel, I unconsciously replaced it with my hand. She didn't move
> an inch as she watched my hands move up and down my cock.
>
> Picture us. I was sitting on her computer chair, and she was sitting
> on the floor besides me. Her face was almost touching the armchair,
> where my left arm was resting. I was using my other hand to masturbate
> my hard cock. Her face was at the same level as my cock, and she
> didn't move away. She seemed hypnotized by what she saw, as her face
> was only inches away from my penis.
> My hand moved faster on my cock, and I started to play with her arm
> with my other hand. I run my fingers through her hair as I could feel
> myself getting closer to an orgasm. The intensity of my masturbation
> seemed to pull her face closer to my penis.
>
> Suddenly I could not contain myself anymore, and I gave a gasp as I
> felt my come starting to shoot out my come. My hand wrapped tightly
> around her hair, and pulled her head towards my crotch as I started to
> come. She quickly closed her eyes as the sperm splashed against her
> face. I would have guessed that it would have disgusted her, but her
> action was as spontaneous as mine. Instead of pulling back, she
> lurched forward, wrapped her hands around my cock, and starting to
> kiss and lick my cock as sperm dripped out from it. I pulled her head
> even more towards myself, closed myself, and leaned back.
>
> This only lasted a few seconds as she seemed to suddenly come to her
> senses, and pull back with a scared look on her face that had replaced
> the intense lust on it a while back. She rubbed some of the come of
> her face with the back of her hand and looked close to tears. She
> suddenly got up, and run off to her room bathroom. I was also now in a
> bit of a shock about what had happened. I stood, pulled up my boxers,
> and decided to get out of her room.
>
> As I was about to leave her room, she came out and looked at my face,
> then looked down. She shifted her feet, then said quietly, "Thanks..."
>
> Then quickly added, "...for fixing my webcam."
>
> I nodded at her, and left the room.
>
> To Be Continued
>
> Note: Thanks for everyone who sent me an e-mail encouraging me to
> continue with the story. I apologize to anyone who might think that I
> am drawing out the events more than I should, and want me to get on
> with the rest of the sexual acts (and extra partners). However, this
> felt more right, so I hopefully you'll still enjoy this. Also, I know
> this needs some editing, but I know if I stick to those now, I'll lose
> interest in the writing, and just give up. Hopefully, I'll re-edit
> everything after I finish the story.
> That's all, and e-mails are always encouraged!