I had been saving up for some weeks now to buy a new Web Cam and at last I had enough.
"What do you think?" I asked my mother and sister after I had installed it.
"Lovely dear," said my mum who I knew had no idea what it was.
"What are you going to do with your old one?" asked Zoë my sister sweetly. "A couple of my school friend have them and I could talk to them with it, couldn't I?"
Well I suppose I could let her use it after all I had no plans for it.
"Sure sis," I said.
"You'll have to install it for me," Zoë said, "you know what I'm like with computers."
Fucking useless, that's what she's like.
"Yeah ok," I agreed.
First problem I knew that her computer, which was mine before I bought my new one last year, didn't have a spare USB port.
It took awhile to sort it all out but as I was making the finial connections I had a brain wave. My old Web Cam was plugged into a USB extension hub that had three spare ports on it. If I plugged an extension cable into one of those and drilled a small hole to my room next door I could plug her Cam into my computer. The very thought of seeing into her room gave me a hard on.
Now my sister isn't the prettiest girl about, no that Clare Wriggly down the road with her pretty face and big tits; but saying that she isn't that bad either. True her tits are small and her legs are skinny but I'm sure, give her a few years and she be fine.
"So show me how it works then?" she asked excitedly.
I booted up the software and used a dial up connection to get things running. I left her waving and talking to her friend from school.
Next door in my room, I booted up my more powerful computer and there on my monitor was the output from her Web Cam. Ok at the moment she was just talking garbage to her school friend but later, oh yes later we would see something.
I don't know what's got into my sister. Since being a kid, she's been a tomboy, into climbing trees, making bows and arrows (when she 'discovered' the Legend of Robin Hood, and wanted to be as good as Maid Marian). She suffered the bumps and scrapes all children get, along with me and my best mate, Alan; and our mother would patiently wash our wounds, dab them with antiseptic, and apply sticking plasters.
This last six months, since she turned fourteen, Ellie has been coming to me with her woes. I'm two years older than she is, which is quite a lot of growing at that stage in one's life. There has been less need for sticking plaster and more for sorting out some of the strange ideas which seem to be filling her head these days. I wouldn't care, but there have been other, physical, changes in her — and me, for that matter — which make me uncomfortable after only minutes in her company. Especially when she does her usual thing and sits on my knee while we talk.
The other day, while Mum and Dad had gone into town to spend the shopping vouchers they'd received for Christmas, she'd been sunbathing out in the back garden. She decided this year that a tan was important, despite my telling her about the dangers of too much sun causing the skin to age prematurely. Anyway, Alan and I were wearing only shorts, because of the heat, watching cricket on the television, when she came trotting in wearing a very skimpy bikini in yellow cotton and plonked herself down on my lap, wrapping one arm nonchalantly round my shoulders.
I pumped and I pumped, my hand surrounding and moving quickly along the full length of my stiff erection as I sat on my sister's bed jerking off.
In my mind I ran images of naked women, though mainly my sister, and I wondered how it would feel to be inside her, to make love to her, something Mom probably wouldn't care to let me do, or even know I was thinking.
I turned to where Mom was sitting in the chair beside the bed, watching me masturbate. My sister Kerri was laying on her stomach beside me, casually flipping through pages in some fashion magazine.
My mother's favorite cousin was Serena. When they were young, they lived on the same block and were best friends. They did everything together. They even lost their cherries on the same double date in the old drive-in movies.
But after high school, their lives took different directions. Mom married an intellectual whose vocation was office work, but other than performing his connubial duties, he spent countless hours at the bar, telling war stories. (Yes, at least he served his country when needed - I'll give him that.)
Serena married an adventurer, fresh out of the Marines, but he didn't have time for taverns, nor did he care to rehash the war. What he did care for was oil wildcatting. He had just enough time to give Serena two children before he was killed at a well explosion. Mom was so devastated for Serena, who never remarried - no one could measure up to her Greg.
When Serena moved back to our state (from Oklahoma to New York), she settled close enough to visit often with her mother at a private lake where our mom often brought us to see Aunt Alma (Serena's mother).
As a result, we kids were a constant summer foursome, all within two years of each other in age. Serena's children were Terrence (Terry) and Lisa, Lisa being two years younger than her brother.
I (Pete) was Terry's age, but my sister Katherine (Kitty) was only one year younger than Terry and me.
As we grew toward puberty, we made physical discoveries among ourselves (playing doctor), and it was before any of us had been given the "speech". Somehow, perhaps because of the guilty feelings this engendered, we knew enough to keep what we did a secret among ourselves.
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