Chapter 2

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.