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Subject: {ASSM} {EelAdam} "Cybering My Sister - PART 2" (mf inc teen)
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Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 22:10:05 -0500
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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!

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