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These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. If you’re on Freenet and you’re brave, look for webcam movies. You’ll be shocked, I promise. And in all honesty I know nothing about webcams, other than watching some webcam captures. So give me a break on how the software works, I based it on my IRC experience.
I seen my first webcam in my brother’s room, on his computer. He showed it to me, he showed me some girl showin’ her boobs off, and told me he followed her channel. It looked cool, well, not the boobs part, but talkin’ to other people and seein’ them and stuff. I wanted to borrow it.
“No way, get Mom to get you one,” he said.
“Come on, Virgil, let me borrow it,” I said, being whiney on purpose. I knew there was no way he would.
“No chance,” he said. “And stop callin’ me Virgil.”
“Sure thing, Virgil,” I said, ducking to avoid the pencil he threw at me.
I went and whined to my mom, and she said she was goin’ to the mall in a few, if I wanted to go. I did, and later off we went. She bought me a webcam at Best Buy, the guy said it was the best, and it was expensive, but money don’t mean shit to my mom. Or to me either, but I’m just a kid, I shouldn’t have to care about shit like that.
The webcam plugged into my laptop, and came right up. I played with it a while, looking at myself, and even unclipped it and looked at my cooter. It was cool, it was a good picture, clear and sharp. I even looked at my butthole, the first time I ever saw it up close like that. It was fun, but a little shocking, and it made me promise myself to start usin’ the wet-wipes my Mom had put on the back of the toilet.
Anyway, I wasn’t sure what to do next, so in the end I finally had to ask Vergie to help me. I had to pay him, as usual, and he got me on a server and downloaded a bunch of channels and stuff, and half-way showed me how to use it. I tried to pay attention ‘cause I didn’t want to have to pay him again.
When he left I got on a channel, and almost immediately the craziness started.
I’m just a fairly normal kid, I guess. I’m fourteen, if that means anything, I guess it means I’m old enough to know what’s right and young enough not to do it, like my grammaw says. The webcam kinda brought that out in me. Real quick I got all these private messages an’ shit from a guy, wantin’ me to show him my tits and shit. I ain’t hardly got no tits, I said back. How about your snatch? he said. I giggled. That’s what the webcam fuss is all about? I wondered. All evening, that’s all that went on, guys messaging me and tryin’ to get me to show off to them. I finally pulled my shirt up for one guy, just to prove to him that I barely had tits, and then he tried to get me to give him a close-up of my nips. That shit just went on all night. Guys, mostly old farts, tryin’ to get a peek at me.
I started right then wonderin’ what Virgil did on his webcam. I wondered if he showed girls his weenie an’ shit. Hell, I know he’s a show-off, he showed it to me at the lake last year, when we went into the woods. He tried to get me to touch it, but I didn’t ‘cos I was kinda freaked, although later I kinda wished I had, just because.
I went to the kitchen to get a coke, and banged on his door on the way back.
“Whut?” he shouted.
“Lemme in!” I shouted back.
“No! Go away!” he yelled.
“What you doin’, showin’ your weenie to girls on your webcam?” I said, I didn’t shout, but I had to say it loud for him to hear it through the door.
Almost immediately he yanked his door open, and jerked me inside.
“If you ever say that again where Mom and Dad can hear, I will kick your ever-lovin’ goddam fuckin’ ass from here to eternity,” he said, his voice low and mean soundin’.
“Jeezus, Virg, I was just jokin’,” I said, pulling away from him. He was pinching my arm something fierce. Right away I figured, yep, that’s what he was doin’, or he wouldn’t have got this upset. I looked at his computer and it was on a regular website though, but I know how easy it is to hide whatever you were doin’, just minimize it. Everything looked normal, except for a bottle of baby oil on his desk, and a towel on the floor. That made me wonder a little, too, but I couldn’t think of what he’d do with a towel or baby oil. And, weirdest of all ... there was a mask on his desk, like a Halloween mask, one that just went over your eyes.
“Just keep your goddam mouth shut,” he hissed, and I nodded.
“Virg,” I said, “all that’s on my webcam is guys, wantin’ to see my ... to see me. Naked and shit.”
He laughed. “Yeah, that’ pretty much all there is. Just be careful what you show, they record that shit, and it’ll come back to haunt you. If you show off, don’t let your face show. And don’t use your real name.”
“Is that why you got that mask?” I asked, something clicking in my head.
“Goddam it, Char...” he seemed more exasperated than mad. “Just get the fuck out, and leave me alone.”
I knew he’d get mad if I laughed, so I kept my mouth shut and left. I felt like I’d made a big discovery about him, though. I wondered if he showed off to girls his own age, or older ones. I don’t guess it matters.
I locked my door, and sat down in front of the computer. I took a drink, and clicked on the webcam icon.
Okay, I done admitted I don’t always do the right thing. I ain’t no angel. I guess my Mom and Dad are to blame for that, they pretty much let me and Virgil do whatever the hell we want. By evening when we get home from school they’re usually pretty skunked. We have to fix our own dinner most of the time, unless we can talk Mom into having something like pizza delivered. Actually ... for kids, we kinda got it made. Mom and Dad don’t check up on us, they don’t really seem to worry about us at all. Virgil got into some trouble in the past because of that, shoplifting and shit, but now he got this cop buddy from some crime prevention program that takes him shooting and shit and he behaves so he can do that stuff. Me? I always been a pretty good girl, until this webcam shit came along.
The next few weeks were fun, I got a bunch of guys following me, I finally learned how to make my own channel with a password an’ shit, and I had a bunch of regulars. It was kind of a pain in the butt at times ‘cos they all wanted to message me in private, but finally I just started ignoring that shit and just did stuff on my channel. I danced to music and tried on clothes and stuff, and sure enough, finally I got brave enough to change clothes on camera. I kept my panties on though. Finally I started sitting around on my channel topless, which was kinda fun, I’m not sure why, I guess because it felt naughty. No idea why, I ain’t got big tits yet.
Anyway, it just got easier and easier to do shit, and finally there wasn’t any place to go. One night, one Saturday night, I felt really brave, and most of my guys were watching me. I told the whole channel if they stayed on ‘til midnight, I’d take my panties off. Immediately about a million private messages came in, and I ignored them, and just laughed. I got a little nervous when it got close but finally it was midnight, and so I stood up. “Here it goes, guys,” I said, and slid my panties down my legs. I didn’t spread it, or nothin’, that first night. I just let them look at me, and of course they all wanted me to turn around so they could see my butt.
So I did that, giggling like crazy. I felt like I was gettin’ away with big shit. I wondered what Mom and Dad would think, if they knew what I was doin’, just half the house away from them. Crazy. Crazy, but funny.
I was showin’ off my butt, and I turned around to listen to some of the guys, and they were all yellin’ for me to bend over. I finally did, bending over and spreadin’ my butt apart, so they could see my butthole. At least it was clean, I know ‘cos I checked it with the cam before all this started. I did that for a few minutes, and I knew I was turnin’ them on, big time.
I finally sat back down, still naked, but of course they couldn’t see me below the waist. This one guy, who went by BigEd, said, “Look, Charmaine, this is for you!” and I maxed his thumbnail. He had his weenie out, his cam was pointin’ right at it, and he was wavin’ it around and shit. I started giggling like mad, and ... I gotta admit ... it was kinda sexy or whatever, the first real one I seen. I mean, other than Virgil’s. Other than all those on the internet. I stared at it until he put it away and sat back down.
That was it for the evening, my big unveiling or whatever. The next night I did it again, and even zoomed in on my puss a little bit. The guys all went nuts, and I got to see two more weenies before it was over.
I pounded on Virgil’s door again. At last he opened it and let me come in. I asked him how to record other people’s feeds and he showed me some stuff and we talked some. He was careful what he said, though, and he didn’t admit to nothin’. Well, I didn’t either, although he did tease me about why I wanted to record other people.
“Charmaine,” he said, “like I told you, be careful about this shit. I don’t wanna see my little sister be a web whore.”
“Virgil!” I said, “you know I would never! I don’t want that, either!”
The fun went on, for another month or so. Every night I’d do shit, I’d do gymnastics, naked gymnastics, or wiggle my butt for the camera. My favorite thing to do was to hump one of my stuffed animals, and that really seemed to get some of the guys off. And, I gotta admit, it felt good. Some guys kept askin’ me to cum on camera, but I wasn’t ready for that yet, for some reason. That seemed kinda private, I mean, I know about that shit, but when that happens it’s in the dark, under the sheets.
I did more and more stuff with my pussy, I stuck my toothbrush in it, and a hairbrush handle, and shit like that. Finally I was zooming in on it close, and spreading it all apart an’ shit. They liked that, and I did it a lot.
One guy, one of my favorites, I talked to a lot in private. I liked him because he wasn’t all hot and nasty like the others, he was kinda quiet and I guess the word is reserved. He looked to be in his thirties, I’d guess, about my dad’s age, maybe a little younger. He was one guy that never waved his weenie at me, either, and for some weird reason I respected him for that. He treated me with respect, which appealed to me.
His name was Desod. Like I said, I liked him, for some reason. We talked a lot, hardly ever about sex stuff, mostly just normal day-to-day stuff, like what I did at school and shit. I felt like he was a pretty good friend, and ... until the very end, I think he was. I’ll tell you more about him, later.
Anyway ... one Saturday night, the craziest thing happened. I should be more embarrassed than I am. I was doing my little show, I kind of thought of it as that, now ... in a way, at times, it was exhausting, I felt like I had to put on a show every night for these guys. I’d even had to change the password, so many guys were showing up. There’s no way I could thumbnail all of them. I was trying to limit the number of people on my channel.
I did some shit, I stuck toothbrush handles in my puss and butt both, and played with my clit a while ... just the usual shit. I had noticed a new guy show up, I guess somebody had leaked the new password. Well, whatever. When I got done, I looked at all the thumbnails, and I saw this guy just staring into the camera, tapping his fingers on his keyboard like he was bored. That amused me, for some reason, and I clicked on his thumbnail to maximize him.
And, holy fuckin’ shit. It was Virgil. Virgil my fuckin’ brother. I was steamed, for some reason. I slammed the lid of my laptop down, dropped a t-shirt over my head, and pounded on his door.
He opened it, laughing. I was pissed. I started right in on him.
“Shut up!” he said, shushing me. He motioned me into his room, and I went in.
“Virgil, that was un-fuckin’ fair!” I said. He just laughed.
“Everything’s fair, on the internet,” he said. We argued for a while, but I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere with him.
“You gonna tell mom?” I finally said. He shook his head.
“Why?” he said. “She’d just pound your ass and forget about it next time she got stoned. Why bother?”
“Well, shit,” I said, disgusted.
He laughed some more. “Once I heard the name Charmaine, I knew it was you,” he said. “I got a bunch of your videos off a usenet group. You’re quite the star.”
Fuck. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was sure it wasn’t good.
“Where’d you get the password?” I asked, and he said that word again, usenet. I’d have to do some research on that shit.
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” he said. “Go right ahead and show your pussy all over the internet. Maybe someday you’ll be a famous porno star.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Virg ... you really watch videos of me? Why?”
He looked straight at me. “Charmaine, you’re my sister, but you’re a fox. And you’re doin’ ... stuff, sexy stuff. I’m ... I’m not afraid to admit it ... you turn me on.”
Well, shit again. I wasn’t sure if I needed to hear that. My brother is a perv, I told myself. Well, he’s just a regular guys. Most regular guys are pervs. But his sister? His little sister, who hardly even had tits? He was a perv.
“Virgil, just stay off my channel,” I said. “Give me some privacy, at least.”
He laughed hard on that one. “Privacy?” he said. “Privacy, to show your pussy on the internet to complete strangers? Are you nuts? The last thing you got is privacy, darlin’...”
I knew that. But still. I didn’t know if I could, uhm ... perform if I knew he was watchin’. I didn’t know if I could ever show my puss again on camera.
“Charmaine,” he said, seeming to get kind of serious. “It’s no big deal. I do it, too. I do it for pervs ... I’m makin’ money from it, lots of it.”
“Money?” my ears perked up. “How do you do that?” I asked.
“Bitcoins. Pervs send me bitcoins, to do shit, to show them ... my dick, and shit.”
“What are bitcoins?” I’d heard the word before, but I had no idea what it was.
“It’s electronic money, it can’t be traced and shit. I got a bitcoin wallet on my computer, and the money goes right into it. Well, the bitcoins go right into it.”
“What can you do with them?” I asked.
“You can buy shit with them. Or you can cash them in for regular money. Whatever,” he said. I nodded.
“And they just send them to you?”
“Yeah, I make a time and a special channel, and give them the password after they send me the money. Then I do what they want.”
“What do you mean, pervs?” This one I really wondered about. I’d never heard anybody describe a girl as a perv, only guys. I wondered if he was putting on shows for guys.
“You know ... pervs ... dirty old men, who like boys an’ shit. Do I gotta spell it out for you?”
“Naw...” I understood. I giggled to myself. He had secrets, too. I didn’t feel quite so bad, after that.
“I got a big following...” he said, almost absently. “I’m double-jointed, you know that. I can do things ... things that really turn on pervs.”
I assumed he meant he could suck himself and shit like that. At least that’s what I’d do, if I was double jointed or that flexible. He was double-jointed, I’d seen him do some pretty amazing things before. But I hadn’t ever seen him suck himself, of course.
We talked a little while longer, and finally I went back to my room. I felt better about it, but I still didn’t want him on my channel. I decided to change the password more often.
The next weird thing that happened involved Virgil, again. I was talking to Desod, and I mentioned something about my brother Virgil finding out I webcammed. Desod’s ears seemed to perk up.
“That’s a pretty unusual name,” he said. I nodded.
“Does your brother cam?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yeah,” I said, “that’s kinda how I got started.”
“I see, I see...” he said. He thought a moment. “Does he go by the name Virgil the Virgin?” he asked.
“I dunno,” I said. I wondered, though. But I knew he wasn’t a virgin, he’d bragged about our cousin Wanda popping his cherry a few summers ago. Like that was something to brag about, she was the worst fuck-around that I knew. I mean, I’m just a kid, basically, but I knew all about her ... her habits.
“Hang on,” he said. “I’m sending you a picture. Be prepared, he’s naked in it.”
I nodded, and waited on it to come through. It did, and I clicked on it.
I finally took a breath, before I passed out. Goddam, I thought. Holy fuckin’ goddam shit. There, forever captured in a giant jpeg, was my own dear brother. Stark naked, holding his hard, red ... cock ... in one hand, and his balls in the other. He had a funny look on his face ... and I looked closer. White shit was shooting out the end of his ... his dick. Damn, I thought. My own brother. Fuckin’ cumming, on camera.
“Where’d you get that?” I breathed. I knew he could tell it was my brother, just from the way I was talking.
“Oh, from a ... from a friend,” he finally said, smiling gently.
“Thank you, Desod,” I said, smiling at him. “Thank you for showing me that.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” he said. “I got lots more if you want them.”
The next hour was pleasurable, indeed, as he DCC’d pictures to me. Now I knew I’d have something to fight back against Virgil with, if it ever came to that. I mean, we get along pretty good, when we see each other. I leave him alone and he leaves me alone. But, it had bothered me that he knew so much about me now. Now I had something to counter that with.
“Charmaine, honey...” Desod stared at me. “I’d really like to meet you, to take you out to dinner or something.”
Oh shit. I wondered about the wisdom of doing that. I’d thought I was safe, on the other end of the internet from these guys. But ... I liked Desod ... I kinda did want that, to meet him. To see if he was as nice in real life as he seemed to be.
“Uhm...” I finally said, “let me think about that a while, okay?”
“Yes, darling,” he said, “take your time. I don’t mean any harm, I just want to see you. I love you very much, and it would mean a lot to me.”
Oh shit again. I wondered if he was obsessed with me, if he would follow me around or stalk me.
“You live in West Lakes, right?” he said. I gulped. Shit. How much did he know about me already? Still though, I trusted the guy.
“Uhm, close,” I lied. I wondered if he knew my address and everything.
“I’m not even an hour away,” he said. “We could just meet at Hardesty’s, or somewhere like that. Somewhere classy. You deserve it.”
I sighed. I’d have to think about that. And how would I get there? Virgil had just gotten his license, I guess he could get me there, if I paid him. Plus ... if I did it, I wanted somebody to know where I was.
I talked to Desod a while longer. I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t say no. I thanked him for the pics of Virgil, and finally went to bed.
A few days later, Virgil stormed into my room and slammed the door.
“You been talkin’?” he said, angry. “You been tellin’ people I’m your brother?”
“No, honest, Virg...” I said, my mind racing. I hadn’t, other than Desod. I couldn’t imagine Desod getting me into trouble like this, though.
“Somebody ratted,” he said, “and the finger’s pointin’ at you.”
“What do you mean, somebody ratted?” I said. “What’s the problem with people knowing anyway?”
“Char ... you little dummy...” he explained to me like I was a dummy. “You got to be careful what you tell these guys. They can find shit out. That’s why I told you not to use your real name.”
“Virg ... you use your real name.” I pointed out.
“Yeah, and I regret it,” he said. “I was dumb when I started this shit. I’d do it different, now. I tried to warn you.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I said. I still wondered why he was so pissed.
“Virg,” I said, “Why though? What’s the problem?”
“Oh, just a guy I know,” he said. “He’s onto me, big time ... he’s offering me a lot of money, to do something.”
“To do what?” I asked.
“To fuck somebody,” he said.
“And...” I said, still not getting it.
“You, you little idiot,” he snapped. “He’s offered me money to fuck you on camera.”
Oh shit. I just looked at him. He just stared back at me. I thought about what to do next. What to say next. But mostly I was curious.
“How much?” I asked.
He just looked at me a while. Finally he said, “A thousand bucks, in bitcoin.”
A thousand bucks. My share would be five hundred. That actually sounded pretty cool, to me. I tried to stop and think of what I’d actually have to do, to earn it. I’d have to let my brother fuck me. I’m not sure I wanted to do that. But still, five hundred bucks is a lot of money. Although ... I’m not sure what I needed money for ... Mom and Dad threw money at us, sometimes, just to shut us up.
“Virg...” I said. “What are you gonna tell him?”
“What can I tell him?” he said, looking at me. “It’s up to you. I mean, I’d do it ... even though you are my sister ... I’d do you. He ... he wants me to do it, even if you don’t ... kinda especially if you don’t ... agree.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure I understood.
“He wants me to force you. To drag you in my room and make you do it. I think that gets him off most of all.”
Oh. That didn’t sound good. But still, five hundred bucks.
“That’s a lot of money.” I said. “Five hundred...”
“Actually,” he said, “your share would be two fifty.”
That irritated me. I should get half.
“I ain’t doin’ it, for less than half,” I said. “Virg. You’re gettin’ to fuck me. That’s worth something. I should deserve half, for lettin’ you pop my cherry. That’s something, at least.”
“Fuck,” he said. He looked peeved.
“What you need seven fifty for anyway?” I said.
“I want a better car than that piece of shit Dad bought me,” he said. Piece of shit? That was a nice car. What a bastard my brother was. Sure it was a repo, and still had stains from hair grease on the headrests ... but it was a nice car. I shook my head.
“Well, you’re gettin’ money, from your ... your shows,” I said. “And you’ll get five hundred from this. Virg, think. You’re gettin’ paid ... paid to fuck me.”
He nodded. “I guess,” he said.
“Virg, go ahead and set it up. But don’t let a lot of people in on it. Just a few, ones you trust.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Okay. I’ll let you know.”
We planned it for Saturday night, a few days from now. I tried to think of my regulars, who I would be willing to let see my ... my deflowerment. All I could think of was Desod ... but ... he usually didn’t express interest in me sexually, that much. Although he had come to my channel in the first place. But he was more like love and shit, than “I wanna see your pussy.” I wondered again about him. Finally I talked to him in private.
“Desod,” I said. He nodded.
“I got something ... something special coming up. I dunno if you are interested, but ... I’ll let you watch, if you want.”
“What is it, darling?” he asked.
“I’m gonna ... I’m gonna let my brother ... fuck me. On camera. But we’re only lettin’ a few people watch.”
He nodded. What he said next just blew my mind. It should have scared me more than it did.
“Yes, darling,” he said, “I know all about that. I’m the one paying for it. You can bet your sweet little ass I’m gonna watch.”
I drew in a convulsive breath, shocked. Things made a little more sense, though.
“Desod. Do you watch Virgil’s channel?”
“Not really,” he said. “It’s just old men, jacking off. But I helped him get started, helped him get some people coming to see him. I’ve helped him along, since he started camming.”
“I see,” I said. I wondered again how much this man knew about us. It seemed like an awful lot.
I still put my shows on every night, I stuck things in my puss, bigger and deeper. I’d also started sticking things in my butthole, like I said, and that really seemed to work some guys up.
And ... my, uhm ... my relationship with Desod, if you could call it that ... it had taken a turn for the ... for the sexier. And I have to admit, I liked it. He’d asked me if I’d like to see what it was like when a man ... when a man shoots it. I said yeah, although I’d already seen it ... I mean, who hasn’t, on the internet? He finally showed me his dick, and jacked it for me. He squirted out a lot, so much that I was surprised, I just thought guys did a squirt or two. But he really squirted. It was ... it was pretty cool. One night, in private with him, I finally played with my clit until I came, and I was proud to have cum for him. It was cool, and sexier than shit. I decided to do it for the channel, in a few days ... maybe after I’d fucked Virgil.
I hadn’t let any other of my guys know about the Virgil thing. That’s the way I wanted it, just Desod. As far as I knew, Virgil had agreed to let Desod decide who would get to watch. I was okay with that. Weirdly, in spite of some misgivings, I trusted Desod. I knew he loved me like crazy. That was the thing that scared me a bit, that he might be obsessed with me. I just didn’t want him to do any crazy shit.
I was really nervous Saturday, and freaky nervous by Saturday night. Virgil knocked on my door about seven, and I thought about pretending I was asleep, but I finally opened it.
“You ready for ten?” he asked, and I guessed he meant ten o’clock by that. I nodded slowly.
“You got the money?” I asked him. He nodded.
“Bring me your cam,” he said. “I’m settin’ up two of them.” I nodded again.
“Virg...” I said. “Just promise me ... promise me you’ll take it slow and easy. I know it hurts some ... just be easy.”
“Oh, I will,” he said. “It ain’t that bad. It barely hurt at all when Wanda did me.”
Gawd, I thought. I know more about it that he does, even. And this is the guy you’re letting pop your cherry? Shit. I shook my head.
“Well, just go slow,” I said. He nodded again.
“Virg.” He had entered the room, and shut the door.
“What do you really know about Desod?” I asked him. He shrugged.
“He’s just a guy,” he said. I waited. He looked at me, puzzled.
“I know he’s crazy mad for you, Char,” he finally said. I nodded. I knew that.
“Char ... he’s asked me this before ... if he ever asks you ... to meet him, you’d probably be best off to say no. I’ve had other people ... other people tell me stuff about him.”
“Stuff like what?”