Chapter 5

It was way past time to safely text with Sean. Getting caught might result in having her phone privileges revoked for a week. Mom took a dim view of 15-year-olds up after midnight texting on their cell phones.

“What did you and him talk about, exactly?”

She’d started the conversation, but refused to discuss what happened on her bed, earlier. Instead, she wanted to know more about her secret admirer.

“He’s totally in love with you, you know. He was SO glad to discover those videos of you in the locker room and shower. It was come or go for awhile, deciding whether to disable the cameras or let them be. Taking them offline meant loosing you nude in real time, getting to watch you undress. You and all the other girls in your gym class. It killed him to do that. I can totally commiserate, I’ll tell you that.”

Cam grimaced, imagining the hours of naked-girl-watching her rancher friend looked forward to now. She was 14 until two weeks ago, she thought, numbly. Some 10th graders still were. What right did anyone have to see a 14-year-old naked?

“Does he know you want to have sex with me?” she asked.

“He doesn’t know that. That’s between you and me, and no one else.”

She looked down at her chest, remembering his hand inside her pajama top, finding her bare breasts, cupping one after the other, lovingly. She’d never been touched before, certainly not her bare flesh. A powerful shudder ran down her spine.

“You didn’t want to text about the cameras earlier. Look what we’re writing about now,” she wrote. “This is insane!”

“LOL! I just wanted to tell you in person. I needed to see your face when I told you, Cam.”

You wanted to see my face when you put your hand in my pajamas and felt me up, too, she didn’t write.

“You coulda done that via FaceTime. Is Rancher-Ralph married?”

“Have no idea. We didn’t talk about him. Not personal stuff, anyway. He has a list of things he’d like to see you do,” he wrote.

Cam winced reading that. “Oh, I’m sure. Like what?”

“It goes without saying that he wants to see you nude. Every square inch of you, close up. He asked if you’d consider letting me shave you completely clean between your legs. I wondered about that too.”

Cam stared at the screen, aghast. “Hell no!” she typed back furiously. “You will never do that!”

“For him, or for myself?”

Cam experienced another powerful shudder. Could she even imagine, spreading her legs for her brother like that? Jesus Christ, no! Then she shuddered again, remembering his promise to eat her out after school tomorrow. He’d been serious about that, too. Which meant she had to shave in the morning. Shave every little bit of her because boys expected you clean, baby soft and smooth. She began to blush furiously.

“What’s the next thing on his wish list?” she typed.

“This one’s funny. He wants to watch you drink two Super Bug Gulps worth of water, and then stand in front of the camera until you squirm like a two year old trying to hold It in. He wants you to scramble to the bathroom just before you explode, and pee like a racehorse into the toilet while I film you. I’d like to see that myself,” he wrote.

I bet you would, she thought sourly. What boy doesn’t want a girl squirming helplessly before him. Male chauvinist pigs.

“I bet I can guess what’s next. Have something to do with a long red hose and a long white nozzle?”

Sean snickered across the hall and she knew. “I will never do that in front of a camera!” she fired off before he had a chance to reply. “I will never do it for you either, pervert! Next wish list item!”

Sean laughed again, loudly. Sitting straight upright, Cam cocked an alarmed ear toward her parents bedroom. Sean was 17, but that didn’t excuse him from house rules: no electronics after midnight on a school night. It was 12:35 a.m., and both were on their cellphones. Mom would go ballistic, especially over her.

“Shut up!” she fired off. And then she listened intently for another minute before settling back onto her pillows again.

“We have to delete this text stream from our phones when done. Don’t forget!”

“Mom and Dad are asleep.”

“What’s that got to do with anything? We should go to bed now. You’re not the one Mom will beat with a belt if she catches us up.”

The idiot laughed again!

“Will you stop that!!! I’m going to bed! Delete this effing text stream now! I’ll check your phone in the morning to make sure you did!”