6 comments/ 42998 views/ 71 favorites Technically We're Estranged Ch. 01 By: BreakTheBar ==================================== All characters are 18 years or older. This story is a beginning to a small series. It is intentionally short, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, and masturbation. Stephan watches his cousin for the first time. Thanks to Ante_matter for the edits. ==================================== She was flashing her tits and cheering when I entered the room. I couldn't believe it; there was my cousin Mel in all her glory. I was lonely and horny and bored of porn so I was scrolling through cam girl websites when I spotted her. I had to do a double take when I first saw the thumbnail; I mean, there are a lot of blondes out there broadcasting over cams. It was her face that caught me though. I'm pretty sure if she hadn't been looking at her camera when the main host page pulled a screen grab for the preview pic I would have scrolled right by. In somewhat of a daze I clicked the picture without thinking and the room loaded up. The chat started rolling by before the actual video buffered, filled with the usual combination of ongoing conversation and odd requests. FootsieTooToes: How much for feet? Alphabetacal:Those tits are amazing. Gen'r'ous243: Hey bb you squirt? Fucksluts: I want to marry you. Putitin: Anal? The audio kicked in first and I knew it was her. Mel and I grew up together, practically best friends when we were young and then friendly relatives as we went through high school. She was the tall, leggy, blonde cheerleader type; I was the athletic jock. If we hadn't shared a bloodline we would have probably been the classic high school sweethearts and ended up married and chubby together, scrounging by like our relatives back home. Instead Mel went to Texas State for university while I got a chance to go to the University of Sydney in Australia. We both left our families behind in Hawaii, never planning on moving back. I hadn't seen Mel in almost seven years; I got back to Hawaii maybe once every eighteen months but it had never crossed over with one of her visits. Mel had gotten married to some Texan football player who didn't make it to the NFL, meaning she married a Texan car salesman. I'd heard she'd gotten divorced last year, or maybe the year before, but honestly my job kept me so busy I hadn't really kept up with the extended family news. "Wooo!" She was cheering, and the video flipped on. There was my Mel, still outrageously gorgeous with her all-american symmetrical face and silky blonde hair. It was dyed a little lighter than I remembered, but she still wore it long. Her thin shirt was pulled up over her tits, which she was shaking back and forth. At some point in the past seven years she'd gotten a really good boob job. No scarring I could see off the bat, and nothing outrageous for size. Just big, plump and beautiful. My dick was rock hard in an instant. My head was clouded in the same amount of time, unsure how to process what I was seeing, feeling and doing. "Thank you Choober," She was saying into the camera. FootsieTooToes: Feet? Choober54: No problem beautiful. P1ran1s: /claps for Choober The guy must have just tipped her a decent amount, it was how you were supposed to show your appreciation for chicks getting naked for you. The idea was straight out of the strip club industry - see flesh pay money. What it had developed into was more capitalist less generous; the girl sets a price or amount for her to lose clothes or perform on camera and the money got paid up front. Mel, apparently, was a little more loose with the whole deal and was flashing her thanks. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do or what I was feeling. I'd always had the hots for her, but I honestly hadn't thought about Mel in years. She'd maintained her banging body, she just looked a little more mature than the last time I had seen her. Honestly, I had to admit, she might even be better looking now than she was our senior year in high school. "Ok guys, only fifteen more minutes to hit the goal. I wanna come so bad!" She flipped her shirt down, covering her tits, and leaned back in her chair. She wiggled her upper body in time with the music playing in the background, singing along to a lyric. I hadn't even thought to looked at the topic of the room, the notification to all users what the girl was interested in doing. '623 Tokens to Cum Show: Dildo or Fingers? Biggest tip decides.' I blinked a couple of times. I was going to watch my cousin get off on camera with about four hundred other guys. It wasn't a question, there was no urge to turn away or look for some other girl to watch. "Haha, no Torrent, I had a pretty good day." The user had asked if she needed to work out some frustration. I could work out some fucking frustration right now. I was so turned on I felt like I had cotton mouth and had to take a drink from the water on my desk. Torrent: Too bad, I want to see you really go at it. Choober54: Agreed, you are so hot but I want to see you clench up and squirt all over. Mel snorted, "Guys, I don't squirt, I'm sorry. It looks super hot but I just can't do it." The chat room went off a little bit about how she could, or various suggestions on how to try to. There were also the tools who offered to help her do it in person. Yeah, because I'm sure that'll happen in your life time, buddy. I'm not sure why I felt so immediately at odds with every person in that chat room, usually I pretty much ignored it and watched the girl. This time though, with Mel smiling back at me from my computer screen, I wanted to tell them all to shut their mouths. There'd been this one time early in high school, I couldn't even remember if we were freshmen or sophomores now, when Mel dated an older guy. I'd told her it was a bad idea; we might have all been 'native Hawaiians' born and raised but some of the real natives, the ones who had lived there for dozens of generations and had polynesian ancestry, still called us haole's with venom on their lips. We were still foreigners to them, and them usually consisted of the Hawaiians who were on the poorer end of the economy. Even so, Mel had made eyes at one of them and he'd pulled her into their group. She'd thought it was innocent, I knew it wasn't. She thought the party sounded like a great idea, I knew it wasn't. Wrong side of town, wrong type of people. Don't get me wrong, I would have done anything for my cousin, any of my cousins, but I'm not some macho gangster. I wasn't about to challenge some beefed up dude with dreams of the old tribal days to a fight; that's how a guy gets shot. Instead I asked every damn guy I knew with polynesian ancestry to come with me to that party and just hang out. The look on a guy's face when he walks into a party with his new hot blonde piece of ass and finds her kin and about twenty of his friends is priceless. It's even better when you don't do anything other than say hi and hand the guy a beer. Five of my friends talked to Mel that night, telling her exactly what had been said about her before they arrived. Her boyfriend's buddies had been talking about how she was the finest ass they had ever seen, and how they were planning on getting her so high she couldn't tell who she was with. Mel had a screamer of a breakup to round out the party and I had taken her home; no harm and no foul, no strapped assholes looking for payback. All it took was an awkward evening at a party. All of the things I had wanted to say to those stupid fucking assholes at that party were boiling at my fingertips now. Gen'r'ous243: I'd slam you so hard Alphabetical: Can we c kitty? Choober54: I love your smile FootsieTooToe: Cmon bb, like 5 for feet? 10? Gen'r'ous243: Like you wouldn't believe. Fuck you right into the table. Fucksluts: I'd eat anything out of your ass At least a few of them weren't fucking horrible, though I felt this pull in my chest whenever Mel smiled at something one of them said to her. She was dancing and singing lightly along with the pop and rock music she had running in the background, and every once in a while she would lean back and her baggy grey shirt would droop, casually revealing one of her tits through the overly large neck hole. Every time that happened I wanted to reach out and pull it back up to cover her. Every time that happened I wished I could bury my face in those tits. I'd seen them once before, what felt like ages ago now, and way before she'd gotten her boob job. We'd just graduated from high school and a big group of us decided to have a party on one of the local beaches. Fairly usual for us when we had the time; me and some of the guys would prep a fire pit and we'd spend the day surfing before dusk began to settle, when we'd sneak beers out of our trucks and sit around the fire, drinking and eating snacks. Harmless, innocent shit. That party Mel and the girls who came to hang out were a little wild though - they'd been pre-drinking for half the day and were sloshed by the time they got to the fire pit. Bikini tops were loose, kisses were free and everyone had a good time until we got ran off by the local police. Looking at my cousin's tits now, I could remember feeling guilty at that party for how often I glanced over at her topless and singing beside the fire with our friends. I'd felt dirty and wrong, but I was still drawn to her. Now her tits were bigger and out for the world to see -I wouldn't look away even if she knew I was on the other side of the camera. "Fuck," she exclaimed on screen, "Guys, I don't wanna go to work tomorrow." She pouted at the screen, though between her high, pudgy cheekbones and overly optimistic personality it looked ridiculous. She also couldn't hold it for long, sticking her tongue out cutely before giggling and leaning back in her chair and grabbing her tits with both hands. "Ugh, I wish I could just spend all day with you guys. Way more fun cause I can touch myself whenever I want." P1ran1s: Hospital can't be that bad. Bet you look super hot in scrubs. What the fuck? Mel had told these guys what she did for a living? They might know more about her than me at this point. It was a depressing thought, that these random strangers knew more about my favourite cousin's life than I did, both in general and day to day. I opened up another browser window and clicked over to her profile page on the cam site. It was a little sparse, not as done up as some of the other girls I'd taken the time to browse more thoroughly. The good thing, I guess, was that she'd only been camming for about a month. I hadn't missed much on that front at least. She listed herself as 'single and loving it,' and she was interested in guys and girls. Was that a marketing gimmick? I shook my head and kept reading. Age, height, weight, I knew all of this. Fetishes would have been interesting but it just said 'slowly learning.' "Oh my god this song, I love it!" She practically shouted from the other browser window. I had stopped listening while I was reading and only clued in to the music when she drew my attention to it. Mel was bouncing in her seat, waving her hands excitedly and her eyes were glimmering. I immediately knew the song and grinned. Some things, at least, hadn't changed. "Someone finish off the countdown, cause I'm gonna get naked to this song and then I'm gonna masturbate, and you fuckers don't get to watch if you don't." She got up and pushed her rolling desk chair out of the way, stepping back as the first verse started. Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought, Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about. So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts- Her hips, clad in nothing but a pair of light blue panties, bopped quickly to the driving beat of Bad Touch. The Bloodhound Gang had released the song years before we even got into high school, but Mel and I had found it and loved it immediately. She was singing along with the song, words still memorized perfectly. She wasn't even dancing sexy and I had a hard time looking from her hips to her face. Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you're out of bounds. Mel gave the camera two thumbs up when appropriate, then grabbed her tits again at 'two-hand touch' with a loud laugh. She squeezed her boobs for rough and out of bounds and I unconsciously licked my lips and adjusted my dick in my pants. I want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns. Come quicker than FedEx, never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock, you are inclined, To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time. Her hands slipped over her abdomen quickly, rubbing her body as she sung along, her voice making words like 'smothered' and 'waffle house' equally sexy. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her softly toned abdomen, teasing at her under-cleavage on 'FedEx' and 'Apex.' She quickly revealed first her left, then her right breast to the camera during the last line before the chorus, bouncing them up and down briefly before tearing the shirt off completely over her head. Do it now. You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel. Do it again now. You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals, So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel. Gettin' horny now. She did the dance from the music video, the one we had learned together and done at school dances together to our classmates' cheering. It wasn't a sexy dance, though I'm sure other viewers were more than happy to watch her enhanced boobs bounce around as she slapped an imaginary ass and did pelvic thrusts. For me I still had my boner, but it was different. I was barely noticing the tits or the panties of the flashes of her ass. Instead I was seeing that gleam of fun in her eye and the way she was smiling through the words. I hadn't danced this dance in years, hadn't even heard the song. The nostalgia was thick and I wanted to be dancing with her at some party, egging on other people to join us. I missed my cousin. The song, despite being totally full of innuendo and completely about having sex, was not a sexy song. It definitely wasn't a 'Pour some sugar on me,' or other metal or rock song built for stripping. Somehow Mel managed to tease her way through it though. Throughout the second verse she trailed her hands up and down her body and light curves, lifting and grabbing her boobs, teasing her nipples. She spun several times, shaking her thick white-girl butt at the camera and teasing her panties lower. By the end of the verse those skimpy panties were low on her hips, revealing her clean shaven mound and just the tip of of the first crease of her pussy. She did our dance again, allowing her panties to slowly slide down her thighs until they dropped to the floor and she flicked them at the camera with her foot. The chat room exploded in outcry when the view went totally blue; she had managed to snag her panties directly into webcam she was using. "Oh shit!" She said. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" She pulled the panties away, revealing her wry grin and hanging cleavage before standing back up and dancing into full view again. She spent the remainder of the repeated choruses popping her hips back and forth to the uptempo beat, spinning and turning to show off her assets as she grabbed, squeezed and rubbed herself all over. The nostalgia was gone for me now; I was focused and at some point I had slipped my pants off and my boxers down. Cock was firmly in hand as I took every opportunity to stare at the one part of my cousin I had never seen. Her pussy was completely bald, her lips thick and practically hiding her clit hood. When she spread her legs I, and everyone else, could see she was glistening a little bit from her expressed horniness. You and me both, I thought wryly, slowly fisting myself. The song finally ended and she came forward, again closing off the view to just her sexy mouth and hanging tits as she typed on her keyboard. "Alright boys, am I jerkin' it alone or not? Awww, sweet Piranis and Choober finished off the countdown. Thanks you guys, love you too." I guess they'd tipped her at some point. I hadn't been paying attention, I'd been more than mesmerized. Mel pulled her chair back in front of her computer and leaned back, letting me see all of her. Us, I had to correct myself. She had a very light sheen of sweat on her from the dancing, her grin wide. Her legs eased open, showing off her deliciously pale inner thighs and the treasure beyond. Her lips were thick like I had thought, though opened like this her broad but stubby clit hood was less hidden. I swallowed and my hand started working again. Hers followed suit, slipping down her body until the tips of her fingers played across her pussy. "Mmm," she groaned into the camera, "I've seriously been teasing myself all day you guys. I almost rubbed one out at work but I was worried people would be able to tell." Her eyes were a little hooded and her smile was lopsided as she rubbed herself more firmly. Her other hand drifted up and groped at her tits before pulling one of her legs open farther. "I swear, I am so happy I can do this now." She brought her hand up and sucked on two fingers, then slipped a third one into her mouth and moaned into them. She sucked and then released them with a pop, quickly bringing them back down to her pussy before rubbing a bit. My pace picked up as she slid two fingers into herself, groaning and immediately grinding up into her palm. "Hooooly shit, fuck. That feels good." And she started masturbating. Fingers pumped, then withdrew and rubbed, playing across her clit and lips. She spread herself, giving a view into her light pink depths, before jamming herself full again. She played with her nipples, occasionally pressing her tits upwards and nipping at her own boob flesh or licking a nipple before tugging on it with her fingers. It was all fantastically hot and the generically searched for show one wanted from a cam girl. I saw it all and it fuelled my passion, but it wasn't what I was watching. I watched her eyes, blinking open and closed, the intensity in her stare as she looked down at herself, or away from the camera as she got lost in her self pleasure. I watched her nose and eyebrows crinkle and release, remembering how as a kid she had had a minor facial tick when she'd gotten too excited. She controlled it well and hardly anyone knew about it, but in a state like this she blinked and twitched her nose and it was god damn sexy. I watched her mouth as she licked her lips, or pursed them out in a pant. How they pressed together, how she sucked them in between her teeth and moaned. I came, my hips jerking and my fist squeezing my dick. I'd slipped to my knees in front of my computer, and now I rocked forward and shot blindly under my desk instead of into a tissue as I usually would. My eyes were riveted to Mel. She fingered and rubbed and licked herself, panting and moaning. The chat room somehow stayed active and I couldn't figure out how or why these people weren't busy with their own activities. It had always been odd to me, but for this show I was shocked. They made requests, they demanded things. Turn around. Doggie. More fingers. Squirting, anal, fisting, go faster, go slowly, edge yourself, get off now. Technically We're Estranged Ch. 01 Cumming. Came. Where should I cum? You want my cum? Take my cum. I hated all of them irrationally because they talked to her like a whore. I understood them because I was sitting with my dick still semi-hard in my hand and the last dribbles of my own ejaculation quickly drying on my hand. Her breathing got lighter and she started to make a high pitched noise on her exhales. Gen'r'ous243: Whining like a bitch in heat. So hot. Squirt? I'll fucking kill you, I thought, even though the guy's sentiment was shared. Mel grabbed her leg and pulled it back, exposing herself more as she slammed three fingers in and out of herself. "Uh-Ngah-Ungh, oh fuck I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come I'm gonna come I'm- Auugh!" Her hand stopped and her body clenched all over, from squeezed shut eyes to toes curling off in the corner of the screen. She jerked her body back into her seat and the tension released, then she clenched up all over again as a second wave rolled over her. It happened a third time before she seemed to be able to control her body again, laying back and spreading her legs wide again, withdrawing her fingers. Her pussy was bright pink and still flowered open, her groin shimmering with a sheen of juices. She slapped her pussy lightly with the hand covered in her juices and she jerked into a sitting position again, eyes open and slightly cross-eyed as she propelled herself to one final burst of orgasm. I wished with all of me that I had been able to hold off and come with her, I would have shot so hard if I'd gone off at the same time as that. Instead, I eased off my knees and reached forward, grabbing a wad of tissues to clean myself up. Mel sat back and traced fingers over herself lazily. "Fuck that was good," she said, looking at the screen with hooded eyes again. "Thank you to all you tippers who contributed during the show. I really appreciate it." She slowly sat back up, rubbing at her boob casually and then licking at the fingers that had been buried in her pussy. It was all so nonchalant, when had my cousin become like this? "Alright, boys. That's the only show tonight I think. It's past eleven here and you know me, early to be and early to rise." The chat room complained and she hung around a few more minutes, thanking her bigger tippers again and making kisses at the camera. I watched to the bitter end, something I never did; I always got what I wanted then got out. "Ok, good night guys. Sleep well," she said with a smile, waving. "Night Mel," I said quietly. How many times had I said that and hugged her before she hopped out of a car and skipped to her door after an evening of hanging out? I missed her a lot. The screen went dark for a moment and then switched to a 'Broadcaster is offline' signal. I immediately went back to her profile page, looking to the few pictures of herself she had posted. They were sexy but obviously self-done. Nothing professional. She was still an amateur. Why was she doing this? I didn't understand, Mel had a steady job as a specialist nurse in some top tier hospital. The divorce wouldn't have changed that, at least not enough to force her to something desperate like camming. Was she doing it for cash, or because she was feeding a fantasy? Was she getting off on the fact that guys were watching her, devouring her body? Below the pictures was a small 'Tip Offline' button. I clicked it and the website asked me to log in. I'd never signed up for the site before, remaining as anonymous as possible and piggybacking my pleasure on free shows as other people tipped the girls. I filled in as little information as possible and took a moment to think up a username. 'OverCsSteve.' Maybe it was too easy a hint, but I didn't care. I could always deny it if she guessed OverCsSteve was her cousin Stephan, half a world away. I tied the account to a paypal account I had for buying things online. That was enough security for now. A few clicks later and I had purchased the tokens the site used for tipping. The girls made about 80% of what each token cost, which wasn't that bad a ratio as other sites I had browsed. The site brought me back around to her profile again, and I clicked the Tip Offline link without hesitation. I did quick math in my head and filled in the amount; the exact amount to send her $1,000 in US dollars. I sent it and there was no part of me that regretted it. I'd never paid for sex and I had never paid for porn before. Now I dropped a grand like it was nothing. There was a knock on my office door and, taking a quick moment to make sure I had buckled up my pants again, I called for my secretary to enter. "Your 2:30 appointment is here, Mr. Tanner." She was smoking hot and her accent, even after all these years in Australia, titillated me. If I had been one of the many other of the men in my field, and at my level of success, I probably would have been fucking her over my desk instead of jerking it during the downtime in my day. "Alright, ask Mr. Walker to wait outside just a moment please, Bella. Offer him a drink, something stiff, and ask if he wants any of those scones from this morning." She smiled and nodded, leaving without a glance or comment to the bundle of tissues crumpled in front of me. She'd walked in on me once and offered to help but I had turned her down. I valued her skills as my aid and secretary more than I was willing to throw away our arrangement as employer and employee on a turgid affair. Bella was married at the time, though now she was divorced but hadn't brought up the possibility of sex again. She was too good at her job for that. A slight ping echoed from my computer, and I looked back to the monitor. A little mail icon was blinking in the top corner of the website screen, again reverted back to Mel's profile page. I frowned and clicked it, opening up what looked like a simplified e-mail page. There was one message entitled 'OMG' from DellaLightful, the username Mel was using for the moment. I opened it, smiling at the quick message. 'OMG What was that for!? It's toooo much! Who are you, you weren't even in my room?' I typed out a quick reply, sending it off and then closing the website, standing and making sure I was put together. My client wasn't the type to wait long for his lawyer. 'You are amazing. I only signed up to site because of you. You deserve every bit. You'll see me around.' ==================================== As mentioned in the intro, this is more of a tease than a fully rounded story. If you enjoyed, and are looking for more story or 'immediate gratification' I would humbly suggest checking out my Font of Fertility series in the SciFi/Fantasy category. The story of a sex mage getting his powers might just provide what you're looking for. Thanks for reading, and if interested check out my profile for info on my e-mail list. ==================================== Technically We're Estranged Ch. 02 ==================================== All characters are 18 years or older. This story is the continuation of my Technically We're Estranged series and I suggest reading the first chapter before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, and masturbation. Stephan gets teased, and teases a little himself, over social networking. Thanks to Ante_matter for his editing. ==================================== When I stumbled across my cousin Mel flashing on a camgirl website, I didn't look away. I didn't change girls, I didn't feel guilty and I definitely did not ignore my hard-on. I jerked off to her as she got naked, danced sexily to one of our favourite songs from when we were teens and then masturbated herself for my, and a couple hundred others', pleasure. Pleasure. She'd certainly given that to me, and all I had wanted to do was call her. We hadn't spoken in years; not because we disliked each other or had a fight or anything. I moved from Hawaii to Australia and she went the opposite direction, and I was now jealous of Texas because of it. I sent her a thousand dollars using the site 'tipping' mechanisms. I had never tipped a girl before, but for Mel... Well, I didn't know why she was doing this, but I had the cash. She'd gotten divorced, so maybe she was strapped for funds. Maybe she needed to make rent. Maybe she needed to buy groceries. Maybe my sexy, blonde bombshell cousin just liked having pervs watch her get off on the internet. I sent the cash anonymously. She freaked out in her first message to me, and I left her hanging. Work called and I answered. My secretary Bella had given me a sly smile when I came out of my office and shook Walker's hand, but that was all. She knew I jerked off in my office when I had dead time in the day, she just didn't know who I was doing it to now. She was open minded, but I didn't think she was that open minded. By the time one meeting ended another rolled in and soon Bella had been gone for hours since the end of the work day. I checked my computer one last time before shutting it down for the evening and found I hadn't closed my browser. Maximizing it, I was about to close it down when I noticed that little blinking mail icon. I was still logged into the cam site, Mel's last message to me and my reply still loaded up. I clicked the message and couldn't help grinning. Twitter. Instagram. Snapchat. Kik, whatever that was. Usernames for all of them from Mel. The rest of the message just said, 'Add me, crazy.' I had to install half of the apps for the first time before I could add her, and when I did nothing happened. I used the same name on all of them that I was using on the site: OverCsSteve. My anonymous account now had a social media presence. At home I fooled around with the apps, adding all of the other pornstars and cam girls I had occasionally thought of following but never wanted to have show up on my actual twitter account. Not that I used the thing anyways. Kik turned out to be some basic chatting service that I would need other usernames for; I assumed other cam girls made you pay for theirs so Mel's username DellaLightful was the sole name on my list in that app. Just as I was going to sleep my phone beeped at me with a chirp I had never heard before. I checked it and found Snapchat had pushed a notification; I had gotten my first 'snap.' My fingers hovered over the buttons on my phone, trying to remember the combination I needed to hit to take a screenshot. The first thing I did when I installed Snapchat and realized the pictures were time sensitive was google how to save them. I opened the snap, saw a flash of Mel's face and clicked the screenshot. She was smiling but was sleepy eyed and obviously tired, the sun just rising in the background over a town out her window. 'Off to work :),' the caption read. She was in standard light blue medical scrubs and they complimented her eyes despite her lack of sleep. She had probably sent it wide to anyone she had given her snapchat info to, but it still made my gut flutter a little bit. I wasn't the kind of guy who collected selfies from chicks or begged for pictures from them; if I was, my clients probably wouldn't be my clients. That made this picture special, even if it was on a hundred or more phones across the world. Mel had taken the time to tell me- us- what she was up to. The connection, however tenuous, felt so surreal. I went to sleep with a smile, memories of Mel from growing up running through my head. Why didn't I just pick up the phone or send a letter or something seven years ago? I knew the answer was because I had my new life, and she had hers, and we were two college students in new places meeting new people. I'd barely even spoken to my parents that first year, let alone reaching out to cousins or old high school friends. ************ I didn't even think to check my phone until I was most of the way through my breakfast, probably because my life didn't revolve around it. The things I dealt with for work, the things my clients wanted to talk about, weren't safe for the phone. Face to face was the only way to stay ahead of the authorities and leave no paper trail for their lines of work, so I had to do the same thing. I stopped getting pat downs at every meeting when I got Lucky Lewiston off of a murder charge. Criminal law was fun to prosecute, but it was even more fun to defend when half the criminal organizations across Australia have you on retainer. It did have its restrictions though; no matter how many times the Boss's son offers to take you partying, you do not go. Three notifications waiting for me. That was more than I got in some weeks. I opened them up one at a time. The first picture on snapchat Mel was in some sort of public restroom alone. It was obviously sometime later in the day for her and she was bright eyed and goofy, her long blonde hair back in a braid as she took the picture with one hand and lifted her scrubs top with the other to flash her tits in the mirror. She had her cute tongue sticking out and there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. The counter wound down and the next picture appeared. This one I knew was her again, but it didn't have her face. Instead, she had pulled the front of her scrubs and her thong out from her body and taken a picture down her pants, the flash illuminating everything perfectly. Her sexy mound was being tugged out by the stretching fabric and I wondered if I was imagining the little glisten of wet spot on her panties. This picture had the caption, 'Just for you ;).' Just for me? Just for her high tippers? It was quite possible she'd sent this one wide just like the others and put on the caption to make every one of her followers feel special. My critical mind analyzed the possibilities, at the marketing ploys involved and the fact that we'd exchanged brief messages at best. The picture was gone before I thought to screenshot it. Fuck. That one was a keeper. The last pending notification wasn't snapchat, it was Kik, about a half hour old and waiting for a response. DellaLightful: Did you like it? 'Wow,' I wrote back. 'What a sight to wake up to.' Maybe she did send me it specifically. Could you mass message on Kik? I really had no idea. I got a message back as I was driving to the office. My commute isn't great since I live on the outskirts of Melbourne and my office, while wonderfully appointed and handily located for my clients, means driving through nearly half the city. I checked it once I was in my parking space in the rear alley behind the building, the rolling chain fence secured behind me. DellaLightful: Just waking up? You aren't some lazy millionaire are you? I grinned and replied, and she quickly responded as well. OverCsSteve: No, well at least not yet. I'm in the South Pacific working, so my clock is different. 15 hours ahead. You're talking into the future. DellaLightful: Ooh, wow that's cool. Anywhere nice and warm? OverCsSteve: Australia. Beaches everywhere :) DellaLightful: Fuck you, so jealous. I miss surfing :( OverCsSteve: :( :( I love surfing. How do you go without? DellaLightful: Agh, you bastard. I need a vacation now :P OverCsSteve: Well, I miss American food. Aussie's aren't bad, but still. DellaLightful: Wanna trade houses for a week? You can get fat on texas BBQ and I can surf all day. OverCsSteve: Tempting, but a vacation alone isn't as much fun. DellaLightful: Truth. I have family out there though, maybe I could visit them. OverCsSteve: Sure, leave me high and dry in Texas :P DellaLightful: I'm sure I could get some friends to entertain you ;) OverCsSteve: :O When I walked off the elevator into my lobby Bella took one look at me and blurted out, "You got some, didn't you?" "Um, no," I said, smiling guiltily. She gave me a considering look, pursing her lips. "I don't believe you." "Bella, I haven't had sex in... a long time." I realized I was coming up on almost a year without a female encounter. Sure, I'd dated a few girls but it hadn't gotten that far, and my associations scared off a lot of nice potentials. I tried to avoid the ones who were attracted because of them; I don't stick my dick in crazy. "Well, not with anyone else at least," Bella said with a wink as I walked by her to my office. I gave her a surprised look over my shoulder as the door automatically closed behind me. Bella was always sexy and flirtatious, but was rarely so forward that she mentioned my daily... activities. Work, work, work. Briefs needed reading, arguments needed writing. Money needed transferring. Meetings and check ins rolled through my office as criminal elements parked in my private parking area, rode my elevator and hit on my secretary. Through it all I got three more pictures from Mel, just sexy teases of some cleavage mostly that she was sending to all her contacts. Around one in the afternoon, just as Bella was bringing in my late lunch, I got another bingle from my phone. She gave me another one of her 'I don't believe you' looks and left, swishing her pretty behind a little extra in my direction. I immediately hit the screenshot buttons on this one. She must have been at home now because she was in a house bathroom in just a bra. She was licking her lips and holding up her thong, a bright green with a dark green wet spot clearly visible on the front. 'Don't tip tonight, you gave me too much already.' I was drooling just a little bit and wiped my mouth. This one she definitely wouldn't have sent to anyone else. Don't tip? She was trying to make money doing this. Shaking my head, I sent her a response on Kik. OverCsSteve: We'll see. DellaLightful: You better not. I'll feel beholden to you. OverCsSteve: What's wrong with a sugar daddy? DellaLightful: Are you really that old? OverCsSteve: Ok, sugar... cousin? DellaLightful: You are a goof. When I sent the cousin comment my heart pumped a few extra times. It was risky and stupid, but she didn't seem to make the leap. One last picture came through, just before 2 pm, of her mooning in a mirror. 'About to go online. No Pants party?' It had obviously gone wide. I didn't have any meetings for the next three hours. I'd asked Bella to keep that time slot clear a few times nearly a year ago and once she had realized what I was doing she'd done it regularly. I had no idea what she did during those three hours, and honestly I didn't really care. She could be off shopping or taking a long lunch or something. Fuck, she could be masturbating right along with me at her desk on the other side of the wall. I quickly brought up the cam site and logged in before searching through the models and finding Mel. There were already about fifty or so people in the room; either they happened to be near a computer like I was or she kept a pretty regular schedule and they had already been waiting. They were also already raving about the fact that my cousin had nothing on but a football jersey. She looked gorgeous. It was an NFL jersey, which I hadn't followed in years since just about every sport except American football and ice hockey were popular in Australia. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, leaving her face with two little streaks of blue and red paint on each high cheek open. "-gameday, but I figured I'd hang out with you guys for a bit before I go out. Maybe work out some energy, if you know what I mean. I don't feel like getting picked up by some dude at the bar tonight. All the lovin' I need is from you guys." HardDeployment: Id pick you up in a second 4nr4rchy: Can we see ass again? Fucksluts: I play football, is that hot to you? HardDeployment: Treat you right to. nice dinner before I love you all night long FootsieTooToes: Feet? Alphabetacal: How much fr prvt? Just like the last time, I wished a quick death on every other person in the chat room. Instead of dwelling on my hate for these people, I decided to try my best to ignore them and instead typed to Mel. OverCsSteve: Hey fantastic, you look great. It took a moment for Mel to notice the message, but when she did her eyes got big and she squealed giddily, a sound I had heard dozens of times before but I had never been so happy about. It used to mean she had spotted one of her friends unexpectedly. "Oh my god," she said, "OverCs speaks! How are you?" OverCsSteve: I'm good, just taking a midday siesta to see you. That chat room had blown up a bit during our quick exchange. Choober54: Who's this? Never seen him before. FootsieTooToes: Feet? Phreakout: wtf y he get big welcome? "OverCs, it's like," she looked at a clock and wiggled her fingers while counting, "It's like just after 2 pm there. Go back to work, you'll get in trouble!" OverCsSteve: I work for myself, it's all good. No clients coming in, you have all my attention. Phreakout: Oh, nw she ignores us. Choober54: I feel slighted. I think we should see ass for this. "Guys," Mel said, rolling hey eyes, "Be quiet, I'm not ignoring you. OverC's is crazy, he sent me my biggest tip ever. It's why I'm like ten ranks higher than when I logged off last night." I couldn't help smiling and feeling a little proud, my intention had been to help her out if she needed it financially. Camming success was a happy bonus. Choober54: Oh yeah? Bet I can beat him. Choober54 has tipped 3,000 tokens. 'Beaat that nigga.' I raised an eyebrow and Mel smiled, calling out her thanks. Each token was worth about 10 cents to a model, so that had been a $300 tip. Pretty rich, except that I'd tipped 10,000 tokens last night. "Sorry, Choober," Mel said, "You get to stare at the pussy, but you didn't get anywhere close to OverCs." The chat room cheered as Mel stood from her chair, her abdomen coming into view but her upper torso and head disappearing off camera. She teased us a bit, slowly lifting the long football jersey up to reveal more and more thigh, until finally she lifted it up to her belly button. Mel had a pretty impressive camel toe, with these plump, just slightly flushed lips and the hint of her clit hood peeking out from between. More, even with her legs together there was a small triangle gap just below her pussy from her fantastic fitness. I was already hard and unzipped my fly as she spread her legs a bit and teased her fingers down her bald pubic mound and fed them through her lips, massaging the skin for about a minute before she sat down again. The pussy was gone but her wicked smile was back as she brought her hand up and sucked her fingers into her mouth one at a time, blue eyes locked to the camera. "Fuck, Mel," I moaned, even though she couldn't hear me. "Alright, here's the rule. OverCs isn't allowed to tip tonight guys, so if he does make sure you boo him a lot." The chat room liked this idea, I just rolled my eyes and unconsciously stroked my dick, staring at my cousin's beautiful face. To be quite honest, I'd jerked off to her probably dozens of times in high school, but it had never been to her face. I hadn't appreciated her beauty at that point, her high cheekbones and bright eyes and full mouth had taken a back seat to boobs and ass. Her show went on. She sang along with her music. She laughed at people's jokes, flirting incessantly. Low tips got a moon, her full lower lips just hinting from between her butt cheeks unless she really bent over. Bigger tips got titty flashes, her boobs perfect and perky in every way. There was just the faintest hint of a scar underneath along the crease between breast and torso to speak to her boob job; they did say Texan plastic surgeons were the best. After about forty minutes the tip count to her first masturbation show had dwindled. "Is OverCs still here?" She asked suddenly, reaching to her computer to scroll through the names in her room, which had exploded to around 800 people. I hadn't typed anything else this entire time, instead just sitting back with her cam on full screen so I could ignore the chat room as much as possible. OverCsSteve: I'm here, just enjoying you. "Ok," she said, smiling at the camera. "I wanted to make sure. You should talk more." OverCsSteve: With you, any time you want. "Just not in the chat?" She made a pouty, puppy dog face. I'd learned to resist it years ago. OverCsSteve: Yeah. "Ok, well feel free to talk. You're fun." Soon after the jersey was off and Mel had a flesh-toned floppy dildo in hand. The last remnants of the count burned out quickly as she grinned like a devil in between suckling on the head, licking at the shaft or putting the whole thing in between her tits. "Fuck, yes," she said as the final tip knocked the count to 0. "I'm so horny." She rearranged her layout, taking her cam down from it's perch and moving her rolling chair aside from her desk so that she was on the floor, the camera looking down at her body splayed out. Her back arched out when she played the tip of the dildo over her pussy, which was clearly blooming with arousal, pushing her tits out and tightening her belly. It was strange, the fact that with everything on display I wanted to kiss Mel's belly the most, just explore all of the bits of her that weren't so sexual. Her legs, long and athletic. Her arms, her shoulders. I wanted to kiss her neck and her forehead and the tip of her nose. I also wanted to stick my dick in her, which I was also clearly imagining as she fed the dildo into her pussy, slowly stroking. Her little moans were still getting picked up by her mic, teasing through me as I stroked myself. What I wouldn't give to be in that room, I thought to myself before realizing if I was there, this would definitely not be happening. The chat was running hot, the regulars and randoms typing their filth for all, and I guess especially her, to see. Not that she was looking at it, Mel had her eyes closed tight as she panted and moaned. One hand was feeding the dildo in and out and she had the other one working her clit, her little writhing movements sending her tits wobbling enticingly. She spread her legs wider as if begging an imagined partner to pound her deeper. "Fuck, fuck, so good. Pound me," She started moaning. "Pound that dick into me so good." Technically We're Estranged Ch. 02 My hand was flying and I had to actively slow myself down so that I didn't go off too fast. Usually when I jerked it in the office like this it was a 'find what'll work and get off asap,' but with Mel I didn't want it to end. I was panting along with her as we fucked ourselves, her eyes fluttering and then looking up at the camera with a glazed expression. "Oh fuck," she said, "I'm so horny I'm gonna come real soon. Are you guys close? I hope so, I'm so close." I wanted to be fucking her. I wanted to pin those legs back and just drive myself into her until she squealed from the pressure and pleasure. I wanted to flip her over and take her from behind, slap her ass for being such a bad girl as I reamed into her. I did the next best thing and reached out, typing quickly and sending a tip. OverCsSteve has tipped 5,000 tokens. 'Doggy, looking over your shoulder?' The noisy alert from her speakers that she'd received a tip bingled and she looked up at her screen, straining as she slowed her thrusting and rubbing. Her chest and cheeks were flushed with the exertion she had been putting out. When she read the message she grinned and flipped over immediately. The chat was flying by, those who had been on since the beginning of her show Booing me, quickly joined by the newer folks when someone explained I wasn't supposed to tip. Some of the boos were accompanied by emotes of people clapping or bowing down. I didn't give a fuck what these people thought, or why they were even taking the time. Mel was on her knees, her ass high in the air and her legs wide, showing off everything she had. Her pussy was flowered open, dark pink and glistening, and her juices had left delicious trails down into the crack of her ass to her asshole. "Mmmmm," she groaned as she reached back and slipped the dildo back in her vagina. "Fuck yes, mount me and fuck me hard." She quickly got back into a rhythm, albeit a little more awkwardly positioned. We couldn't see her tits any more, but her ass humped back at her hand as she fucked herself. "Oh fuck, fucking fuck me. Fuck me hard." Her voice was rising in pitch and her body was shaking as she built towards an orgasm. She was looking over her shoulder, eyes going from her hand and ass to the camera and back. "Oh shit, fuck me OverCs, you're fucking me so- Uuungh!" I wanted to come really badly but I froze. She'd just called out my name and orgasmed. No, she was still orgasming. Her ass had slid lower to the floor and her hand was barely keeping the dildo in as she humped her hips up and down. She wasn't looking back at the camera any more, her face was buried in the floor and she was biting at her carpet and she came and came and then went still, the only sound her panting. If I hadn't been holding my own dick like a vice there would have been semen everywhere. As it was, my own feelings of orgasm subsided and I just leaked precum copiously. The chat room was booing more, mixed between the 'damn so hot' type comments. One guy posted a .gif of the teletubbies with the flashing words 'again, again.' Mel slowly got to her knees, wobbly, and then pulled her chair over and sat in it before looking to her camera. "Holy fuck," she said with a sloppy grin, "That was fucking hot. I think I need a shower now guys. By myself. I'll see you all tomorrow." She kissed her fingers and held them up to the cam, and she was gone. Didn't even acknowledge her regulars in the chat room, just disconnected. I sat back in my chair and breathed deeply, my dick still hard as I tried to sort through what had just happened. In less than a minute my phone buzzed. She had messaged me on Kik. DellaLightful: i'm still so horny. A pic followed. It was her in her bathroom sitting on the edge of a tub. Her legs were spread wide, showing off her pussy still soaking wet, her inner lips flowered open and begging for attention. The camera was held low and looking up so I could see that her nipples were hard and she had a desperate look on her face. OverCsSteve: Why didn't you do another show? DellaLightful: I was embarrassed. About calling your name. Was that ok? I hesitated a moment before responding. OverCsSteve: It was very fucking ok. I could have used the second show too though, I was getting close but you surprised me and I didn't get off. I'm still rock hard. DellaLightful: Show me. Whoa, I thought. Ok, this was new. She wanted to see my dick. In my small experience with social media, texting and whatever else was out there, I had never sent a dickpic. I'd never wanted to, and I'd never been asked. I knew it was stupid to send anything digitally unless you wanted it out there. But this was Mel, wanting to see my dick. I'd just watched her orgasm and she had said my name while she came. Ok, my pseudonym, but still. I rearranged myself, opening up my trousers more and pulling my boxers down instead of just feeding my dick through the hole. I looped the elastic waist under my balls, pushing them up a bit, and stroked myself a few times to make sure I was fully hard. Click. My dick was now on my phone screen. Before I could question it I sent the photo. Whoosh, my phone buzzed at me, signalling it was gone. I'm not some well hung beefcake built for porn. I'm a little over average height and have stayed in shape since my high school football days, and my dick is average in probably every way. Right now I was wishing I took my personal downstairs grooming a little more seriously, but I wasn't exactly planning on sending that picture so hopefully Mel was alright with the bush I was rocking. About a minute later, mostly consisting of me stroking my dick while looking at the picture she had sent me, wondering what she tasted like and what it would be like to cuddle up next to my cousin and make out with her while I worked my fingers in and out of her honeypot, teasing her for hours. The picture disappeared as I got another message. I thought it was another picture from her but when I tried to expand it the screen changed and started loading a video. It buffered quickly, and there was Mel again, sitting on the edge of her bathtub still. She was scrunched up a bit as she held the phone out to capture herself, but that just made her tits hangs a bit and jiggle with every movement. Her other hand was feeding two fingers into her cunt quickly and she was moaning loudly. "Oh fuck, you've got a nice cock," She groaned, pumping herself. "Now that I know what it looks like I can imagine it fucking me. Oh fuck, and we're fucking on a beach late at night. We spent the day surfing but you've been teasing me the whole time. Fuuuck, you're taking me right on the beach and I love it. Hunh- Hunh- Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me- Hnnngh." Her entire body tensed as she came again, fingers buried deep as her thumb rocked on her clit. Her hand fell away and a little spurt of girl cum oozed out of her and down the side of the tub. The video ended, all of forty five seconds long. I played it again with my phone lying on my desk as I stood over, watching it while I jerked myself hard. She started coming. I shot my load, my hips jerking over and over as I pumped out everything I had onto the dark, polished wood. I collapsed back into my chair, panting. My hand missed the phone the first time I tried to pick it up. I took a picture of the mess I had made, blearily making sure I didn't include any hints as to who I might actually be. Wouldn't that be great, a document in the corner of the picture with my name at the top or something. I sent the picture and leaned back, taking a deep breath. "Holy shit," I said to the empty room. "Holy shit is right," Bella said from the doorway. I jumped in surprise and scrambled to try and pull my pants up and tuck my dick away. "Uh, shit, Bella-" She snorted, waving the situation away as if it was nothing, and walked towards me. She grabbed a couple of paper towels from a cupboard beneath one of my bookcases and stood right next to me as I was zipping up my fly. She quickly wiped up my come. "You wouldn't want to stain the desk," she grinned at me, running her finger over the spot she had just cleaned to make sure it was all gone. Then she sat right on that spot. "Alright, spill it. You've never gotten that kinky before, from what I can tell. Who is she?" This was one of the many reasons I didn't fuck Bella; she knew me way too well for a relationship like that to be healthy. I stammered a bit before managing, "I met her online." "Well that's nice," She said noncommittally. "American?" I just nodded silently. "Of course, you never were happy with a nice Aussie girl," she grinned at me, obviously hinting at our unconsummated relationship. "It's not that-" I started, then realized what trying to explain the situation would mean. She's my cousin, so it's special, probably wouldn't fly very far. "Don't worry about it, Stephan," She said, my first name rolling off her tongue just as easily as her usual Mr. Tanner. "I don't mind catching a show like that at all. I just have one demand." She said it with her sweet smile so I knew I wasn't looking at a blackmail case for harassment here. "I want to see that video." "I- uh-" I stammered "Oh come on, if it was hot enough for you to do what you just did, it's gotta pretty fucking good. Whoever this sheila is, she just got the best criminal defence attorney in the country to shoot his wad and do something stupid like send a picture of it." "Bella," I said, "I think-" "Are you going to fuck me?" She'd stopped my train of thought. "No, you know we aren't going to do that." "Then show me the video, Stephan." I handed her the phone and she watched it. I got hard again just listening to my cousin orgasm, and as I watched Bella I noticed she got a little more flushed and her nipples made little dimples in her blouse. "Damn," she whispered during the last few seconds, "What I would do to that." Then she swiped her finger and was looking at my dickpic. "Hey," I said, grabbing for the phone but she held it out from my reach, forcing me to stand and take it while she got a good eyeful of my junk on the screen. "Mmm," she hummed, smiling teasingly. "If you weren't such a good boss, I'd probably jump you or something, Steve, and fuck the consequences." She got up and sauntered back to the door of my office, hips swaying as she watched me watch her. "I'm taking a longer break than usual, alright Mr. Tanner? If you need me I'll be in the restroom taking care of a personal problem." She shut the door behind her. Why wasn't I fucking her? Oh, right, I'm a professional. Bella was getting herself off in the little restroom in the lobby. Mel hadn't responded to me yet. I had another hour and a half before my next meeting. I unzipped my pants and flipped my phone back to the video clip. ==================================== I would love to hear thoughts and comments on how TWE is progressing. I know the teasing, drawn out aspect is not everyone's cup of tea. Thoughts on the characters, how I portray camming and play with social media as also very welcome. If you are looking for something a little more heavy and 'hands on,' check out my Font of Fertility series in the SciFi/Fantasy category. If you happen to be interested in hearing directly when I am posting another work, send me some feedback below with your email to be added to the list. ==================================== Technically We're Estranged Ch. 03 ==================================== All characters are 18 years or older. This story is the continuation of my Technically We're Estranged series and I suggest reading the first chapter before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, and masturbation. Stephan and Mel interact a little more directly – Cam to Cam. Thanks to Ante_matter for his editing. ==================================== In my defence, Mel was getting as into our online relationship as I was. It had been two weeks since I discovered my cousin, living half a world away, was spending her free time as a camgirl online. That first time I watched her dance and masturbate for the camera had been one of my most surreal sexual experiences, full of long-forgotten desires and nostalgia for the girl who had been one of my closest family members. I hadn't known why she was doing it, if maybe her divorce meant she needed the money or something else was going on in her life, so I dipped into my considerable savings and sent her a grand worth of 'tips' anonymously. If I'd known that was how I would get Mel back in my life, I would have sent five. She was still camming and sending out pictures over snapchat to her viewers, still bantering over twitter with guys who wanted to get into her pants, but every picture that went 'wide' was quickly followed by another one just for me. Always a little dirtier, a little more personal. If she flashed her tits on snapchat, I got a pussy shot. If she mooned in a picture for twitter, she sent me one spreading her cheeks. We hadn't sent any more videos, not since that second day, but we were constantly flirting. She joked to me that her nurse friends thought she had a secret boyfriend, and I told her my secretary had been asking the same questions. Kik, an anonymous chatting app, was our main avenue to talk and talk we did - about everything. Surfing, college days, food, movies. I learned her friends names and she found out I was a lawyer. And every day in the early afternoon I logged onto the camming site and watched my Mel slowly tease her way to naked, masturbate herself to orgasm at least once, and then sign off. She still had no idea on the other end of the screen her cousin was watching, falling for her more and more. DellaLightful: Did you like the show? She asked me that almost every day. Over the past two weeks I'd tipped her nearly three grand in american dollars until she had made me promise to stop, telling me she felt guilty I was sending her so much. OverCsSteve: Of course I did, you are amazing. DellaLightful: :D DellaLightful: Can I tell you a secret? OverCsSteve: Only if it's dirty ;) DellaLightful: I wasn't even watching the cam or chat while I was getting off. I had the pic of your dick maxed on my monitor. I raised my eyebrows and blinked, looking down at my phone. The door to my office opened and Bella poked her head in, checking if I was 'still busy' with my afternoon activities. Seeing I wasn't actively jerking off, she swept into the room and sauntered over to my desk, hips swaying and a smile teasing her lips. "Show over?" she asked. I didn't respond, typing quickly back to Mel. OverCsSteve: Wow. I don't know what to say. DellaLightful: You don't have to say anything, but sooner or later you need to send me more. "At least tell me your cam-girlfriends name, Stephan," Bella said, sitting on the far corner of my desk and peeking over it at me. She pursed her lips in mild irritation when she found that I had already done up my pants. Ever since she had walked in on me taking a picture of the mess I had made when Mel sent me a personal video of her coming, Bella had been trying to get a better look at my dick. I shook my head and breathed out through my nose before answering. "Why do you want to know?" She shrugged nonchalantly but we had worked together long enough I knew she was putting on an air. "Oh, I'm just curious is all. She's got you all worked up and that little clip you let me see was especially hot." She had blackmailed me into seeing 'that little clip,' though I knew it had been a harmless threat. That had been the first time Bella had admitted to me she liked women as well as men, openly insinuating she would be on break masturbating in the washroom right after seeing it. She was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties, the same as Mel and I, but she was a native Australian where I had immigrated permanently from the US after attending university and law school on student visa. Long, dark hair, that classic aussie smile and accent, and her bikini-ready body had all been a bonus through our couple of years together; she was also a fantastic legal secretary. "Well you've already seen her, so you don't need her cam name." "You know her real name then?" Bella asked, picking up on my too-detailed retort. All the reasons she was so good at her job were also why I had never fooled around with her, even when she had offered freely. I hesitated before answering and her eyes lit up, "Hah, you do know it. That's alright though, you want to keep her secret. Just tell me her screen name." I took a deep breath and sighed it out; in all honesty Bella could just access my computer and look it up in my internet history. As the only other employee in my little firm, and already knowing I jerked off to porn in my office, there hadn't been a reason for me to limit her access. "It's DellaLightful, one word." Bella immediately pulled out her phone and typed the name in, flashing me the screen to confirm she was looking at the right profile screen. I nodded in resignation, Bella could now watch the same shows as I was. She gave me a little sigh and leaned down, kissing me on the cheek before standing. "Why so scared, Stephan? Think she might fall for me instead of you?" "No," I said, my emotions somewhere between embarrassed and pouty. She chuckled and shook her head, "It's the internet, bossman. You only find love in real life." ********* DellaLightful: I was wondering if you could do me a favour? Mel had messaged me sometime in the night, which was earlier in the day for her since she lived in Texas. Most days now I woke up to a couple of naughty photos and some messages from her, along with the ones she sent out to all of her followers on social media. This morning was different. There were still the teasing pictures of her cleavage and underwear sent over snapchat, but just that one message waiting for me. OverCsSteve: Sure, anything. She would be in the middle of her shift at the hospital, and just the thought of Mel in her scrubs gave me a woody as I sat eating breakfast. Her long blonde hair tied back, revealing her round face and dazzling smile, her bright blue eyes flashing with mischief. I eventually got a message back just as I was pulling into my parking spot behind the building my office was in. DellaLightful: I was sort of wondering if you would cam-to-cam with me during my show tonight? I didn't know what to say. Mel wanted to watch me, watching her. It sounded extremely erotic, sitting there knowing she could see me stroking myself while she ground a dildo into her pussy. There were also a lot of problems with it. DellaLightful: I know it's kind of weird. And you don't have to show your face! DellaLightful: I just can't get you out of my head, I want to see you get off to me. DellaLightful: You're like the best part of every other guy who watches me. What do I even say to that? I took my time answering, even though she was probably on pins and needles waiting for my response. I walked to the elevator and took the ride up to think. She wanted to respect my privacy, but she also wanted this enough that she wasn't trying to bribe me or sway me one way or the other. I knew my cousin. When she really wanted something from someone she cared about, she didn't play games or trivialize. She asked sincerely and believed the person she was asking cared as much for her as she did for them. She'd been like that since we were kids, and I had always followed through for her when she asked me. I guess I can't stop now. OverCsSteve: Yeah, I think I can do that. I'll figure something out. I sent the message once the elevator had opened and I had reception again, stepping out into my lobby. Bella was already at her desk, typing away dutifully but taking the time to look up at me and smile. "Good morning, Mr. Tanner. Coffee this morning?" I was always Mr. Tanner out here, where Bella was the professional. Even in my office, in private, I had been Mr. Tanner when we were discussing business. Now it was odd hearing her call me by my last name; over the past two weeks we had talked more in innuendos and openly about my online 'relationship' than we had the business. "Not this morning, Bella, thanks. I do have a favour to ask though. If you can find the time this morning, could you express order a decent webcam for my computer?" She raised an eyebrow and I knew she was on to me. "It's for a client meeting, he wants to talk over skype," I lied. "One of your clients wants to talk over skype?" she questioned. It really was a dumb lie; I was the defence lawyer for multiple criminal organizations across Australia. My practice was literally built on protecting criminals, and it paid exceedingly well because they knew I took precautions like not doing stupid shit. "New prospective client," I clarified. "Unassociated with our usual clients." Her eyebrow remained peaked as she looked me up and down, lips pursed in judgement. "I can take care of that, Mr. Tanner," she finally said, but in such a way that I wasn't sure she was talking about the webcam so much as a more personal need. "I would be more than happy to." I nodded and smiled, all of my training as a lawyer required to make it not look sheepish, as I passed her and entered my office. DellaLightful: OMG, thank you. I can't wait. Just you saying yes has me way horny. Along with the message she sent me two quick pictures. The first was her in profile as she took a selfie in a bathroom mirror. She was pointing to her boobs, which clearly had nipple bumps showing through her scrubs and a goofy 'worried' face. The second picture was down her pants, pulled out from her body along with the front of her panties, showing her bald mound and a dark stain on the white fabric of her underwear. She was soaked. Taking a chance, I took a quick picture of my hardon tenting my slacks and sent it back. DellaLightful: Fuck, why would you do that!? Now I want to get off right this minute but I can't! OverCsSteve: I work most of the day hiding a boner because of you. You can be patient. DellaLightful: Ugh, why are you so awesome but suck so much? I need to get back to work. She sent one last photo, which was just her face as she flashed her baby blues and made a sad puppy face at the camera. I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone, remembering all the times she had done that to me and my friends over the years. At one point in our junior year of high school someone had made a picture similar to that into a poster with captions like 'Mel is not happy' and 'Do It for Mel.' She was a meme before internet memes were popular. Eventually Bella came into my office around mid morning holding a boxed webcam. "So, what kind of client are we talking about?" The professionalism had faded now; not gone but certainly more personal. "Corporate," I said, practically reciting the lie I had developed over the past couple of hours. "An American looking to invest in the Australian market. I think he googled 'Attorney in Australia' and I had the most hits." Not an untrue fact, considering my name ended up in the papers and on the web whenever a criminal skipped through the justice system. Bella frowned slightly, realizing she might have been guessing wrong. "Oh, well, when is the meeting? I'll make sure it's in your schedule, Mr. Tanner." The professionalism slid back into place as she handed me the box. "Tomorrow morning," I lied yet again, "I wanted to make sure I had it all working before then." Bella smiled politely and nodded, backing away towards the door, "Alright then, I'll make sure to fit it in." Just as she was about to exit she turned and looked back at me, her eyes slightly hooded as she bit her lip in a curious but sexy pose. "There isn't anyone scheduled to come in this afternoon, Mr. Tanner. Are you expecting anyone not on the calendar?" "No, there shouldn't be anyone coming in," I replied. "Good," she was using a slightly huskier voice that sent a tingle through me, "Just so you know, during your break I'll probably be taking mine as well. If you hear anything out here, it's not an emergency." She gave me a pointed look and then closed the door. My hot ass secretary is going to masturbate at the same time as me, watching the same girl as me. I had to drink an entire glass of water to get rid of my dry mouth as I contemplated everything that was going on. It took me way longer than necessary to get the webcam setup. Beyond the standard plugging it in, making sure it worked and everything, I took an inordinate amount of time making sure it was positioned correctly - high enough that she'd be able to see my chest if I unbuttoned my shirt, but not so high as to show my face. Triple check that it was firmly held in place so that there wouldn't be any accidental moves and my face came into the frame. I even went so far as to move a couple of the items I had behind my desk just in case they would give too much away or cast a reflection of something else in the room on a shiny surface. Finally it was done and I sat back down to work. DellaLightful: Hey, are you ready? It was right about that time when Mel usually logged on to her cam account. She'd gotten home from work, quickly ate something and changed into whatever she was going to wear for the show. Usually we'd would have been chatting back and forth a bit, but we had both been quiet today. I know for me it was the nerves of this new step and I had to wonder if she was feeling the same thing. OverCsSteve: Yeah, I have it all set up. DellaLightful: Want to test it out quick before I go online? OverCsSteve: Probably a good idea, smartypants. This was it, the big moment. The website had a built in cam-to-cam feature that I had to initiate. From what I had gleaned from watching other girls on the site before I found Mel, most of the time they charged for something like this. I took a deep breath and arranged myself, then sent the request. A little black window appeared in the corner of my screen and quickly resolved into a view of me from upper chest to knees, sitting in my office chair. Three dots kept blinking across it, waiting for an acceptance from her end, and I realized there was an 'open mic' symbol on. I quickly clicked it off and a moment later the blinking dots disappeared and a small green one lit up in the corner. I was live. There were already a few of Mel's regulars in the chat room so we couldn't talk there. I lifted up my phone and pointed to it, then messaged her. OverCsSteve: Is it working? DellaLightful: It is, omg this is so cool. DellaLightful: Nice bod, business man. I pantomimed laughing and then messaged back. OverCsSteve: You should probably log on, the natives are getting restless. Half a minute later my phone pinged, and by this time I recognized the distinct noise that a snapchat had come through. I opened it quickly to see Mel smiling into her camera, her tits pushed together by a white bra and a lifelike dildo resting in her cleavage. The message on the screen read, 'Showtime? Showtime!' Twitter blooped at me soon after, and then the white, empty box in her room on the site blinked black, the spinning 'buffering' symbol accompanied by cheers from the quickly growing chat room. Looking at the picture she had sent already had me getting a chub and I shifted my dick in my pants to get more comfortable. As Mel's camera blinked into life she was looking down at her phone, pressed a button and then looked up, smiling broadly. She started saying hello to her regulars and my phone buzzed in my hand. I had another message from Mel. DellaLightful: Already getting hard? Don't get off to quick, I want this show to last ;) I rolled my eyes, which she couldn't see, and flashed her both my middle fingers and wiggled them. On screen Mel scrunched up her nose to stop herself from laughing and interrupting what she had been saying. The first half hour of the show went mostly as normal, with Mel interacting with the chat room and acting sort of goofy. The countdown to get her out of her grey tank top and yoga pants went fairly quickly; Mel wasn't in the top twenty girls on the site yet but her rise up the ranks had been fairly meteoric. When Mel took off her shirt, I unbuttoned my own shirt and let it fall open a little, revealing my chest and abs, my tie loosened but still on. I could see Mel's eyes wandering over to the side of her screen, checking me out, while she played with her tits in her bra for the room. She picked up her phone while she was responding to another regular asking how her day had been, and mine quickly buzzed. DellaLightful: Oh yeah, baby. Take it off!! Woo!! OverCsSteve: One for One, every time you take something off I will too. Mel checked her phone on cam and smirked, letting out a, "Mhmmhmmmhmm." Then she looked at the screen and licked her lips. Choober54: Look at miss popular 69Noscope69: I'd fuck that mouth so hard P1ran1s: What do you keep looking at? Choober54: Dellas milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Hornd0wg: Hi I'm new and I think ur gorgous. Choober54: Or are you inviting a friend over for the show? Hornd0wg: gorgeos* B.e.a.utifELLA: Damn girl, I'd sit on your face any day. The chat room was flying but Mel still managed to respond to the reasonable people quickly. "Aw, is Choober jealous? And I'm not looking at anything Piranis. Hi Horndog, thank you." She raised an eyebrow at the sitting on face comment, "Sorry, Beauti-fella, I don't give rimjobs." Choober54: Crap, now My Milkshake is stuck in my head. B.e.a.utifELLA: Thats fine, I want your tongue on my clit anyways. And call me Ella, cutey. Toemageddon: Hey sexy, cn we c feet in highheels? P1ran1s: Oh come on Della, are you watching porn again? Hornd0wg: Oh wow, you actually talked to me *blush* I clearly facepalmed at the last remark, even though she couldn't see my face, and Mel had to stifle a laugh as she was responding to people. "Choober, serves you right. But it's stuck in my head too you bastard," she smiled and started the song in the background, mouthing along to the words and bobbing her head when she wasn't talking. "Ella, that's kinda hot actually. I don't think I've ever had a girl be so forward about watching my room before. Are you gonna stick around? And Piranis, yes, I'm watching porn again. It's a guy with a super hot bod and it's getting me all worked up for the show, so stop complaining." She stuck out her tongue at the camera. "Horndog, of course I'm going to talk to you. Just be nice and hang out and we can be friends." Technically We're Estranged Ch. 03 My deep seated hatred for the chat room had dulled over the past couple of weeks, not that I overly enjoyed them watching my cousin along with me. I thought of it more like a symbiotic relationship now though; because of them Mel kept camming, which meant because of them I got to watch her too. The show continued and I felt odd, trying to figure out how to be sexy for Mel. When she got up from her chair and bent low, showing her ass to the camera and peeling her yoga pants down slowly I responded by unbuckling my belt and unzipping my slacks just as slowly. Once she was sitting down I stood up and watched her watching me unbutton my pants and let them fall down my legs, revealing my tight black briefs. She smirked and looked into the camera, blowing a kiss. As I sat back down I adjusted my dick and I saw her lick her lips lightly again before returning to the chat. The user B.e.a.utifELLA was a talker, chatting away with Mel about what brand her bra was and how cute her panties looked. "She" also flirted with the other users, egging them on to talk dirty and pretending to get turned on by it all. The fact that "she" was probably a four-hundred pound dude in his mom's basement didn't seem to phase the other people in the chat. Eventually enough tips came in that it was time for Mel to take off her bra. Since she hadn't been flashing her enhanced tits like she usually did, she put a drumroll on in the background and for almost an entire minute teased us by tugging on the straps and cups, giving little peeks and hefting them until finally the drumroll stopped and she whipped the entire thing off. They bounced from the force of her reveal, nipples hard and seeking attention, which Mel gave them as the chatroom ooh'd and awe'd over her. It was like they had never seen her tits before or something. The so called 'female' user piped up, saying she wanted to motorboat Mel, and that she would do anything those tits told her to. Mel snorted and laughed it off, but the way she rubbed her neck and then twirled a lock of her blonde hair told me she thought that was pretty hot. Not wanting to be outdone, and a little jealous of the attention this other person was getting, I hammed it up a bit. Mel couldn't help laughing as I pretended to tease her with my shirt, covering up my own nipples and rubbing on them, then giving her a peak before pulling my shirt all the way back, letting her see my entire abdomen. I was a good looking guy, and I took care of myself, so I wasn't shy about my body. I rolled my stomach, flexing my abs to make them more visible, then rubbed at my nipples, making Mel laugh all over again. One thing I was glad of was that I didn't have any distinguishing marks, or this never would have been possible. A stupid tattoo or a scar from back in highschool probably would have given me away to my cousin, but instead I could see her getting hot as she looked over at my body every minute or so. I was rubbing my dick through my underwear when Mel started nearly pleading with the chat room, "Come on guys, we need to finish this countdown. As soon as my panties come off we're doing a cumshow, no more waiting. I'm all kinds of revved up now." Choober54: Where's your boytoy Steve? He always finishes these counts P1ran1s: He's in the chat. Come on dude, throw that cash around again. B.e.a.utifELLA: Who is this? Choober54: Della's sugar daddy. Drops tip bombs all day, even when she tells him not to. "Guys," Mel said, "Come on, leave OverCsSteve alone. Only I'm allowed to pick on him." Her eyes slid over to where my cam was on her screen and I flashed her an 'ok' sign, then pointed at my computer, and then shrugged. 'Is it ok to tip?' Rolling her eyes, Mel sighed, "Fine, I want to get off, so yes Steve, you can tip." I pretended to clap my hands, making sure not to so that I didn't make a loud enough noise to alert Bella. Hopefully she wasn't watching this. OverCsSteve has tipped 7,500 tokens. 'Drop the panties, ride the dildo.' "Steve, what the fuck!?" Mel shouted at me through the camera, "That's like seven thousand too much, you dumby." The chat room disagreed with her, a stream of .gifs with various characters and people bowing and clapping. I shrugged with my hands into the camera again, and then tugged on the elastic of my briefs. "Grrr," she growled, fake-angry with me. "You want me to ride the dildo, do you?" Mel got up from her chair and wheeled it back a bit. She quickly shucked her panties, not even bothering to tease, and opened her legs. "Look how fucking horny I am, I've practically been dripping all day waiting to get off." She wasn't talking to the chat room anymore, it was just her and me. As she stuck the suction-cup end of the lifelike dildo to her chair I lifted my butt and pulled my underwear down, teasing just a little bit before tugging them all the way to my ankles and letting my dick flick up into the air to stand proud. "Fuck that looks good," Mel muttered, as she looked back at the screen. She'd spat on her hand and was fisting the dildo. "What if I don't want to ride it right away though? What if I want to suck on it for a bit?" She leaned forward and took the dildo in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it. I mimicked her motions with my hand, my eyes glued to the screen as I tried to imagine it was her and not me stroking my dick. The chat room was streaming by fast, people loving the show, but Mel had practically forgotten about them. I wondered if she had maximized my camera on her screen, like I reached forward to do quickly. "Mmmpgh," Mel hummed as she bobbed deeply, the end of the fake cock pushing into her throat in a bulge before she withdrew. "I'd spend all fucking day with your cock in my mouth if I could," she said, her voice low and husky. "Maybe I'd just live under your desk and be your personal cock whore. Would that be alright with you? If every time you sat down at your desk I reached out and unzipped you and gave you a blowjob?" I was stroking faster now, but stopped myself and took my hands away, letting my dick bob in the air. I pointed with both hands at it over and over again. "No, that wouldn't be enough, would it?" She continued. "You don't just want my mouth, you want my hot Texan pussy too." She got up from her knees and backed up onto her chair, legs wide so that her cam caught every inch of her stretching as she took the dildo deep into her. "Mmm, your dick feels so good, just like I knew it would." I grunted as I fisted myself again, spreading my legs so that she could see as much of me as I could allow. It was at this point I decided it had to be a lot easier for a girl to be sexy for a camera than a guy, because I was having trouble being creative. In a flash of brilliance I lifted up the hand that wasn't on my dick and pretended to grope and invisible breast. "Oh, you like my tits too though," Mel said as she watched me, grabbing her own tits so that she could feel what I wanted to be doing to her. "Fuck, you know just how to touch them, rubbing my nipples in your palm as you grab me with just the right roughness. Ungh, fuck, and your dick feels so good inside me I can't even believe it." I heard a noise that didn't come from my computer and it took me a moment to register that it had come from outside my office and in the lobby. Turning back to the screen and camera, I pantomimed grasping her by the waist and thrusting quickly, and she sped up her riding of the dildo. "Fuck, you like it fast and hard too, don't you? I love fucking like this." I made a pulling down hard motion, and Mel buried the dildo inside of her and groaned erotically, then stood up off of her toy as I made a lift and spin gesture. "You wanna watch my ass bounce as I ride you now? Alright, I know you love my booty." She mounted the dildo again, this time with her ass facing the camera, and quickly began riding hard again. "Oh, fuck, you really do like my ass. Do you like watching it bounce over and over while I ride you?" I gave her a thumbs up as I stroked myself, then made a scooping gesture in front of me and wiggled my fingers a few inches in front of my dick. Mel reached a hand down and started playing with her clit out of view, "Oh, damn, you're so good. Keep playing with my clit like that while you stuff me full. God, you're amazing." Taking a chance, I stopped jerking myself off and brought that hand up, sucking on my forefinger briefly and then lowering it to where her ass would have been. Mel, wide eyed as she looked over her shoulder, was panting breathily. "Oh, fuck. Are you gonna play with my booty now while you stuff me? Are you gonna tease my little asshole? I never let anyone do that, but for you I will." She licked her finger and brought it back, wedging it between her ass cheeks and leaning forward so we could see the dildo still working her pussy and she teased, and then entered, her puckered backdoor. "Fuuuuck," she moaned. "Oh, fuck," I heard from the lobby, "Fucking fuck. Fuckfuckfu-" and then Bella got quiet enough that I couldn't hear her. I stopped pantomiming and started jerking myself again, beads of sweat on my forehead and my arms starting to get tired from the physical and mental exertion I was putting out pretending to have sex with my cousin. "Hnn-oh, fuck," Mel groaned as she bounced up and down on the rubber dick. "Fuck, Steve, so good. You fuck me so good. All the right- fuck, moves. Are you gonna come? Are you gonna come in my pussy, Steve? Fuck, that would be amazing." The thought of what must be happening in the chat now drifted through my head as I blacked everything but Mel on the screen out from my consciousness. "Fuck," I groaned out loud, "Fuck, so fucking good Mel. I want- fuck. Fuck!" She couldn't hear me, but I think she knew by my erratic movements I was about to come. "Oh god, you're coming. You're coming right in my fat pussy and I can feel your hands all over me. Oh, fuck me, pump me, I love it. Fuck." She tensed up, her back arching as she lowered herself completely on the dildo, hands gripping the chair back in front of her, white knuckled even while she craned her neck over her shoulder, eyes focused on me and her screen. I stood up and brought my dick closer to the camera, pumping hard until I shot load after load, making a mess of my desk again as I moaned along with Mel in our orgasmic bliss. Slumped back into my chair, I watched as Mel heaved in deep breaths, the movement of her body almost sexy enough for me to stay hard. She slowly dismounted, and as she turned back to the screen with a sheepish look on her face knowing our game was probably up with the rest of the chat room, Bella said, "Well, I can't deny the chemistry, but fuck I would ride that." I practically jumped right out of my skin. She was standing about six paces from my desk, her hair was a bit messier than earlier and she didn't have her pantyhose on anymore. Her blouse was also undone an extra two buttons, her black bra clearly visible. I quickly covered myself and shuffled away from my desk before bending to pull up my pants. "Aw, does little Stephan have to go away?" she said, smiling sexily. "Or should I say little Steve?" "Bella, what the fuck?" I demanded, buckling up my pants. "Oh, come on Stephan, it's not like I haven't seen it before. And she was pretty amazing. Was she really watching your cam?" "Shit," I grunted, stepping back in front of my computer and unplugging the webcam. Bella came around and stood next to me, closer than was appropriate, as we watched Mel whooping with laughter. I shrunk the video back so we could see the chat, where everyone was asking what had scared her, and why she was laughing so hard now. "I- Hahaha, I was watching OverCsSteve on cam-to-cam and I think he just got caught by someone," she wheezed out. "OverCs are you still there?" Bella leaned forward with me as I bent to type. "You know, she sounded pretty into getting with me, boss. I might give you a run for your money." "What are you talking about?" I asked while I was typing. OverCsSteve: I'm here. Secretary walked in on me. "Oh no!" Mel said, "Please tell me you aren't going to get sued for sexual harassment or something." Bella hummed happily and pushed my hands out of the way, quickly typing into the chat. OverCsSteve: Turns out she was B.e.a.utifELLA and was watching too. I am a pervaklnffa;kgn Bella laughed as I stopped her from typing out more embarrassing messages from my account and closed the window, logging myself out from the site automatically. "Ok, that's enough," I said. "This is going a little far, Bella." She put her hands on her hips, "Really, Stephan? It wasn't too far for me to facilitate your afternoon jerk-off breaks? Or our constant flirting? Or when I told you I was going to masturbate?" I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to collect myself, but before I could say anything she cut in again. "Face it, Stephan. We have a bit of a special working relationship here. Wouldn't it be better if we just were more open about it, instead of trying to make it go away?" "Ok," I said, surprising myself and her as she blinked, obviously expecting more pushback. "Ok, we'll be open about sexuality in the office. But we still aren't going to have sex." She gave me an 'oh come on' look, but acquiesced after a moment. "That's fine. But if I walk in on you jerking off again, you don't get to act all embarrassed and hide yourself." "You really want to see my dick that bad, then fine. I won't even pretend to hide my dick anymore," I retorted, realizing I was just playing into what she wanted. "Good," Bella said, using a hand to swipe her hair back out of her face. "Then I think we're done here." "I think we are." She turned and walked to the door, stopping before exiting and unbuttoning her top the rest of the way but leaving the tails tucked into her skirt. "I'll be dressing more 'casually' whenever we don't have someone booked in for a meeting." "Great, get comfortable," I said, feeling like I was going to regret that one. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "You should probably message Della, Stephan. She might be worried." She shut the door after her. Fuck me, I thought, blinking as I stood in my office, shirt unbuttoned and haphazardly falling off my shoulders. I sat down at my desk and pulled out my phone. OverCsSteve: Hey DellaLightful: Is everything ok!?!?! OverCsSteve: Yeah. B-ELLA actually was my secretary. She started typing other stuff so I cut the connection. DellaLightful: Please tell me you aren't in any trouble because of me x.x OverCsSteve: No, nothing bad. The office is going to be weird for a bit, but everything is good. DellaLightful: Was she really watching the show? OverCsSteve: She convinced me to give her your screen name this morning. Didn't think she would walk in here though. DellaLightful: She's australian right? Does she have a hot accent? OverCsSteve: She has a hot everything, but we don't fool around. DellaLightful: Damn, I was hoping to get a sex tape :P DellaLightful: She kinda got me going, talking about sitting on my face. What do you think of me doing a show with another cam girl? OverCsSteve: I think if I saw you eating out another girl I might have a heart attack. DellaLightful: I was thinking Strapon, but I like where you're going :D ==================================== To those who have been patiently waiting for a new instalment, thank you for your ongoing encouragement. If you have enjoyed this story, check out my ongoing series Font of Fertility in the SciFi/Fantasy category as well as my recent release Pushing Buttons under First Time. If you are interested in joining my email list to hear about when I am posting my next work, send me feedback with your email address and you'll also receive hints and previews for some of my other works. ==================================== Technically We're Estranged Ch. 04 ==================================== All characters are 18 years or older. This story is the continuation of my Technically We're Estranged series and I suggest reading the previous chapters before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, and masturbation. A bet between Stephan and Bella changes the office dynamic yet again, and Mel gets busy with a friend on cam. Thanks to Ante_matter for his once over on this. ==================================== I found out two days before Mel made the announcement. My cousin, the chipper high school cheerleader-turned sexy nurse, the camgirl who lived half a world away from me, was going to do a girl-girl show. When she finalized the plans I was the only one she told and she did it by sending me a minute and a half long clip of her talking dirty while lying in bed, the camera posed so that it looked like she was talking to me while I was lying next to her. She did it that way because she knew I would get the message when I woke up, fifteen hours ahead of her, in Australia. She didn't even flash me in the video, but I still masturbated to it a couple of times just imagining kissing her as she whispered those dirty words to me. The only problem with our sexually charged, long distance flirting was that Mel didn't know she was actually messaging her cousin. After high school we had both left Hawaii, her cute behind headed for the mainland and school in Texas while I went in the opposite direction. She had settled and gotten married, and I had... well, I had settled and started up a successful law firm defending organized crime. We hadn't spoken in over seven years until about a month ago when I had stumbled across her on a camming site. "Did you read this?" Bella, my secretary, asked as she burst into my office holding up her phone. There was no way I would have been able to tell what she was talking about if I hadn't had Mel on the mind already. My cousin had just tweeted a few minutes ago with the news about her planned show. Bella was also a fan of Mel, even though she only knew her by the screen name DellaLightful and had no idea we were related. "I did," I said noncommittally, looking at my computer instead of my gorgeous secretary. Since our heated discussion five days ago about sexual openness in the office, Bella's wardrobe had changed from 'sexy secretary' into something more like 'sexy dinner party.' Today she was wearing a white, semi-transparent blouse with a drooping neckline practically to her belly button. It showed off her tight stomach and delicious looking cleavage from her small, braless tits. She swayed over to my desk, her hips working over time in my peripheral vision, and she sat on the edge. "Stephan, you knew this was happening." It was less a question than an accusation. I looked up to her face, still trying to avoid looking at her chest. Bella reminded me of a Bond girl, sexy and aristocratic, but also whip smart with a devilishly dangerous accent. "I did." She smacked me on the arm, "Why didn't you tell me? Aren't you fucking excited?" "Of course I am, but you can't keep your mouth shut in the chat room and it was her news to put out there." While I watched Mel's camshows from my office, Bella watched from her desk out front. We both knew the other was masturbating - it was what had caused the 'sexual openness in the office' talk to begin with - but so far I had stayed firm on not crossing any of my self imposed lines. A year ago Bella had gotten divorced and had made it clear she was interested in expanding our 'working relationship' but I had declined for a number of reasons including things like professionalism and not wanting to ruin the system we had. Those were quickly sliding out the window now, but I had another reason not to fuck Bella even though she let me know subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, every day. I had Mel. Well, I didn't have Mel, but I could feel myself falling for her in this confusing way. We chatted and flirted through Kik, she sent me dirty photos on Snapchat that went way beyond the teasing ones she sent to her camming fans, and she was clear we were more than friendly client-camgirl. Her friends at her day job called me her 'secret boyfriend,' which she laughed about but I wondered if she saw us that way as well. Mel had always respected my privacy and had never asked to see my face in a picture, but we had been getting riskier and riskier with photos and now cam-to-cam during some of her shows. My set up allowed me to 'show off' for her without showing my face, but I had started feeling guilty about the whole thing. She had never asked, but I could tell she wanted to know who I was. My phone pinged before Bella could respond, and by now she knew the sound my Kik app made as well as I did. "Is that her?" she asked. DellaLightful: OMG people are freaking out DellaLightful: Apparently the only thing better than watching one pussy is watching two. "Yeah, it's her," I said as I typed out my response. OverCsSteve: Naw, I'd watch just you any day of the week over two other girls. DellaLightful: DellaLightful: Oh man, I might make bank tonight just cause of the news. The guys are going wild on twitter. "Well, what's she saying?" Bella asked. "None of your business," I retorted, feeling like I was bickering with a sibling. We had never talked like this to each other before and I wasn't sure if I liked the familiarity or not. "Ugh, come on Stephan," she said impetuously, folding her arms across her chest which had the effect of spreading her shirt even further, both nipples poking out from around the hem. They were small and brown and looked like they would be a blast to play with. I cleared my throat and she raised a questioning eyebrow, and I flicked my gaze down. Bella realized what was going on and finally had the decency to blush, covering herself up. "Sorry." "Look, Bella, I think we need to come to a new arrangement-" She cut me off, "Let's make it interesting then." "What?" "I said let's make it interesting. A bet. If you win, we'll go back to the way things were and we'll never talk about DellaLightful or anything sexual ever again. If I win, then when our 'breaktime' starts I get to watch in here with you." I blinked. 'Breaktime' was in the middle of the afternoon, when I used to schedule in free time so that I could jerk off to porn. Bella had known about it but it hadn't become a 'thing' until I found Mel and Bella also started taking advantage of the time. "You want to what?" I finally managed. "Watch the show on your fancy big monitor," she reiterated. "And while you're jerking off, I'll rub one out as well, and then we'll go back to work like nothing happened." I felt light headed. "What's the bet on?" Bella smirked, "Well, I have plenty of fun ideas, but I figure you'll shoot them down, so how about if I can dissuade Joey Rocks that he doesn't actually need to see you then I win." Joey was what I called a 'frequent flyer,' in that he was always swinging by my office with his newest legal emergency. It had started happening so often I made him book emergency visits in advance now. I couldn't just send him away since he was the kid brother of one of my more respected, and dangerous, clients, so I had to deal with everything from his littering tickets to the time he had declared bankruptcy to try and dodge taxes. "And if I win we never bring this up again?" There was no way Bella could convince Joey not to come in. He was an entitled prick with little in the way of social graces. "Totally," she said. "But I'm going to win." I took a deep breath. This was a risk - physically I was going to 'win' either way, but ethically she was looking to move my line closer and closer. "Alright." She gave me a wide smirk and her eyes lit up with the challenge, "You're on, bossman." ************ OverCsSteve: So I need to tell you something. DellaLightful:??? what's up? I almost just told her everything. 'So I'm your cousin Stephan, who you haven't seen in the better part of a decade. You've always been gorgeous, but now you're pretty much my only sexual fantasy.' Instead I took a deep breath and held myself to just admitting the bet. It had been on my mind for a day and a half now and so far Bella was winning. I didn't owe anything to Mel, but I still felt this guilt over putting myself into a situation like this when we had our... thing going on. OverCsSteve: I got into a bet with B.e.a.utifELLA OverCsSteve: Basic principle is if she can deal with a problem client by herself she wins. OverCsSteve: If I win then she tones down the office antics. DellaLightful: What if she wins? Mel knew Bella, or B.e.a.utifELLA, was my secretary and I had shared with her my concerns and what had been going on. Mel had been supportive, even if she had snickered a bit at how much of a 'good guy' I was not wanting to ruin my working relationship. She had even gone so far as to call out Bella on cam for something she had been writing in the chat once. OverCsSteve: She watches the big show with me tomorrow. Same computer, side by side. DellaLightful: Touching? OverCsSteve: Not specified. DellaLightful: Come on Stevey, get your lawyer on. DellaLightful: Enjoy the show, just don't let it go further. OverCsSteve: You think that would be fine? I felt like I was asking her permission, which when it came down to it I was. This awkward thing between us meant so much to me that I didn't want to keep it from her and I cared whether she was ok with it or not. DellaLightful: Babe, I think it would be super hot. DellaLightful: Actually, I want to watch it happen. You ok to cam-to-cam when I have PixieDust on tomorrow? OverCsSteve: You really want to watch? DellaLightful: The way you've described B-ELLA? Fuck yes. Pixie will think it's super hot too. So it was decided, if Bella managed to keep Joey Rocks out of my office, another three layers of sexy kink was going to get added to my already incestuous voyeurism of my cousin. *********** The morning of Mel's girl-girl show I woke up to a picture of her and PixieDust kissing chastely for a camera. Where Mel was a blonde, blue eyed bombshell, Pixie was a tall Native American girl with legs for days and skin the color of light mocha. As soon as Mel had told me who she was inviting over to do the show I had looked the girl up, so I knew exactly who Mel was kissing for my benefit. DellaLightful: Today's the day! I wanted to give you a free preview show but Pixie doesn't do vids, just live. DellaLightful: Can't talk much, on a girls' day at spa before show. Let me know who wins the bet though! Coming in to work, I glanced at the clock on my car dash before I stepped out. It was 8 am, meaning Bella still had four hours to lose the bet. At this point, with Mel excited about what my losing meant, I was only in the thing to preserve my pride. Morals and ethics be damned if my cousin wanted a show. Bella greeted me as I walked in, just like every other day, but I stumbled over a throw rug in the lobby as I looked at her standing beside her desk. All pretence of business attire was gone; she was wearing a sleek, tight cocktail dress with another plunging neckline, the blood red colour vibrant amongst the earthy browns and greens of the office colours. "Wow," I said bluntly. "Good morning to you to, Mr. Tanner," Bella said, stepping forward and handing me a folder and my coffee mug. She looked like she wanted to kiss me on the cheek but held back. "Bella, you look incredible." "Thank you," she smiled sweetly, turning to show off the way the dress clung to her athletic ass. "I'm looking forward to continuing my current dress code change." "Four more hours," I managed. "Still time to lose." "We'll see," she smiled again. Three hours and twenty five minutes later there was commotion outside my office. Two other clients had come in that morning, both of them looking over their shoulder as Bella sauntered out of my office after ushering them in and pouring them a coffee. Ralph Encini did this every time anyways, but Bella was so on point today that even old Foster Menouli, the retired boss of the small Italian syndicate in Melbourne, was craning his neck to watch her leave a room. "Hey, Bella, you are looking extra sexy today." I would know that voice anywhere. It would probably be the thing the devil used to torture me in hell. "Joey, I told you Mr. Tanner isn't able to see you today." "Maybe I don't come to see him, Bella. Maybe I come to make sweet love to you." Joey was born in Australia to second generation Italian parents. They, and his older brother, were all my clients and none of them spoke with the ridiculous accent he did. I suspected he had watched the Sopranos a few too many times as a child. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times Joey. No part of me is ever going to get with any part of you." "Oh, that stings, Bella. Truly it does - you've torn my heart in two." God I hated this guy. I was standing by the door to my office now, but hesitated to open it. Technically the bet was that Joey didn't see me, not that he didn't step foot in the building. Bella still had a chance of swinging this around... or I could step out of my office and win. "But look, my Bella, I need to see Stephan. It is very important." "I don't believe you, Joey. Last time you didn't even get a ticket, you were just mad about someone painting their door a different colour." "Hey, it's bright and garish and it takes away from the beautiful view I get from my condo balcony. I sit up there sometimes, Bella, and think how your beauty compares to that view, and how I would make sweet love to you on that balcony." "Joey, step back from my desk please." "But Bella, can't you see I'm smitten with you? I am such a big, strong Italian bull, I would make you such a happy woman." "I'm already happy, Joey." "Is it because you get to see my roguishly handsome face?" "No." "I'm going in to see Stephan, Bella. Have a wonderful day." Footsteps came close to the door, but I could also hear Bella get up from her seat and block his path. "Joey, you are not going in to see Mr. Tanner." "Oh, Bella, I knew you wanted me!" There was a ruffle and an angry mumble through the door and I wasn't sure what was going on, but then I heard the sharp smack of flesh on flesh. "Don't you ever do that again!" Bella shouted. "Thats enough of that, you dirty little whore. Joey tried to play nice with you, but now you gonna know who's in charge." I don't know if I started moving when Joey referred to himself in the third person, but I like to think that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Everything else was just gravy. I came through the door like a hurricane, pulling Bella aside from the downward smack Joey Rocks was about to lay on her and popped the little Guido one right in the nose. Joey fell back, grabbing at his nose and looking horrified. "What the fuck man?" he shouted, his already annoying voice growing more nasally due to the blood dripping from his nose onto his extravagantly patterned orange dress shirt. "You can't do this to me, I'm Joey Rocks!" I took out my phone and dialled one of the many memorized numbers I had stored away. I don't know what Bella was doing behind me but Joey and I were locked in a staring contest as I held the phone to my ear and it rang. "Stephan?" John Marc Menouli answered the phone. Joey could hear the voice and his eyes went wide - I was calling his brother, the current boss of the Menouli syndicate. "I'm just calling to let you know I cracked your brother one in the nose, John Marc." There was a long silence on the other end and my heart was pounding in my chest. I had spent years developing a relationship with the Menouli's and it could all go down the drain on this phone call. "... Did he deserve it?" "He assaulted my secretary." "Is Bella alright?" "She is now." I could hear the irritation in John Marc's voice. "Alright. Tell Joey he needs to apologize, then send him to me. He won't be coming by anymore." The phone clicked as the mobster hung up. I put the phone into my pocket and stood for a moment, considering punching Joey a second time. In the end I just took him by the collar and stood him up. "Apologize to Bella." "Phwuck you, mang," Joey said through the blood. I shook him, "Your brother says you need to apologize to Bella. And then you need to go see him immediately." Joey seemed to deflate in my hands. "Thorry Bella." Bella looked like she would have slapped him again if his hands weren't in front of his face trying to pinch his nose shut. "Now get out," I said, shoving him towards the elevator. The man looked pitiful as he stood there, looking at us ashamed as the doors slowly closed and he began his descent. Bella broke the long moment of silence. "Stephan..." "It's fine." "No, it's not. You could have-" "Bella, it's fine." Another moment, and then she went back over to her desk. "I guess you win." I looked to her, eyes slightly shimmering as she held back her emotions. "Not really. Joey's never coming back, so I think you won." She tried to say something but I went back into my office. It's happening, I thought. This is going to be so fucking weird. ************ "So how are we gonna do this?" Bella asked, standing close to my desk. It was five minutes to showtime, the countdown starting twenty minutes ago when Mel and PixieDust had started sending out tweets and snapchat pics. The computer was all ready to go, I even had the webcam set up so that it would be able to catch both of us but not our heads. "Well, I'll sit here and you can sit in this chair." "Ok. Clothing?" "Uhm," I hadn't really put a lot of thought into this. "What's comfortable?" "Well, honestly I'd be more comfortable naked, but I can manage with just hiking up my skirt." Bella had lost her forwardness now that we were actually doing it. I could tell she was nervous, but still turned on. "Do you want to get naked?" "I don't know," her voice wavered. "What do you want?" I had a feeling we would have been a lot more coordinated if we had just jumped into fucking each other in the heat of the moment. Talking about logistics was taking the sexiness out of everything. "How about this," I said. "We'll start dressed, and I assume the girls will as well anyways. As things go on, take off whatever you want." She nodded and took the seat next to me. "There's, uh, one more thing." "Stephan, if you really don't want to do this..." "No, no, this is good. We're doing this. I just, ah, may have promised Della we would cam-to-cam for the show." "Both of us?" "Unless you say no." She hesitated and I knew she was having the same thoughts I had when Della first asked me to cam back to her, let alone send her that first dickpic. "No faces, right?" I shook my head no. "Ok, let's do it." I turned on the cam and brought up the website, logging in quickly and sending the cam-to-cam request to Mel. It was quickly received and the black box appeared, buffering and then revealing our camera. I was on the right, my tie discarded in favour of just a blue dress shirt and my slacks. Bella looked fantastic in her dress, the red popping on the screen and her thick brown hair laying over one shoulder neatly. She waved, and a fraction of a second later on-screen Bella waved as well. Technically We're Estranged Ch. 04 "Oh my god, this is so weird," she said. DellaLightful: OMG this is so weird. DellaLightful: Pixie and I both love B-ELLAs dress btw! They hadn't turned on the broadcasting cam yet so Mel and her guest weren't communicating in the chat yet. I showed Bella the message and she stood up, turning so that the ladies could see the back, then waved again as she sat down. DellaLightful: Hot stuff. Dat assssss. DellaLightful: Any previews of my favourite man meat? I snorted and shook my head, then realized she couldn't see me. I gave her a thumbs down and a shrug. Mel's cam came on a moment later and she was giving her classic big eyed puppy stare into the cam, making both Bella and I laugh. We started laughing even harder when Mel tilted the camera down to show PixieDust's exotic looking face half buried in Mel's tits, motor-boating her, before tilting it back up to her puppy face. Both girls on cam broke out laughing and Mel put the cam back in it's usual spot. "Hey guys!" she practically shouted, "Everyone say hi to my beautiful guest PixieDust!" Pixie waved and smiled and my dick twitched. She was gorgeous. I still would have taken Mel over her any day of the week, but damn. The chat room was moving like mad, both girls fans having packed into one room, plus all the new ones the volume had drawn. Nearly four thousand viewers were tapped into Mel's feed. Mel and Pixie started off by telling everyone about the sexy lady day they had, showing off their ultra smooth legs, which the chatroom wanted to 'eat like a drumstick,' their fresh pedicures, which some people in the chatroom nearly died over, and finally flashing their completely bald mounds. When both girls flashed the camera Bella took in a sharp breath but I didn't want to look over to her and miss anything. "She's so fucking sexy," Belle said and it took me a moment to realize it hadn't been my own thoughts. "Mhmm." "I meant both of them." "Mhmmm." The show went on for a while, the countdown extra large due to the big crowd and double feature. Mel and Pixie tried to respond to the chatroom as much as possible but it was moving faster than I had ever seen and they had troubles keeping up with it. Eventually they were down to bras and panties, their outer clothes discarded. Mel was wearing light blue lingerie, which accented her eyes, and I messaged her to tell her I loved it. Pixie was wearing a red and black lace bra and red panties and spent plenty of time making sure the viewers got to drool over her fantastic legs. I saw Mel looking over to the side of their screen where she kept the cam-to-cam feed and she got distracted for a moment. I hadn't really done anything yet, but when I glanced at Bella she had pulled down her dress, exposing her small breasts. She was slowly massaging them, biting her lip as she watched Mel and Pixie, though she stopped and blushed when she noticed me watching her, cupping them fully. "What?" she asked, and I gave her a little grin, feeling silly. "Nothing," I said, "You're just... you're just as sexy as they are." "Thanks," she replied quietly. Mel and Pixie started getting more flirtatious with each other, kissing for tips and flashing their tits. I started to get properly hard once the bras came off and I watched Mel become absorbed in Pixie's cleavage. My cousin giggled as she played with the other girls boobs like they were the first she had ever seen, licking at the tops as she fondled and groped. Pixie loved the attention, cooing and rubbing her hands through Mel's hair and over her bare shoulders. I had opened my shirt and undone my belt when the two girls switched roles, Mel leaning back in her chair while Pixie crawled up her body and started playing with her enhanced tits. Pixie's silky thick black hair shimmered as she went back and forth between Mel's nipples, nibbling at them and teasing her continuously. I was rock hard and ready for this to move forward, so I leaned in and quickly typed in my exorbitant tip. OverCsSteve has tipped 25,000 tokens. Both girls looked back to the screen when they heard the bingle made by the site when someone tipped. Pixie dropped to the ground and covered her mouth, eyes wide in shock, while Mel immediately stood up and shucked her panties. "Fuck yes," she said, "I knew you'd do that." I opened my own pants and let them drop to my ankles, uncaring that Bella was beside me. As I pulled down my briefs, freeing myself completely, she stood up and slipped off her dress, leaving her in a black thong. I looked to her and she smiled, tugging on the thong strap, before she turned and showed her ass to the camera. I didn't know where to look as she gazed at me with heavy, lustful eyes and slowly lowered her thong, revealing her ass and pussy to the girls. On screen Mel had Pixie mirror Bella, bending her guest over to show off the native girl's full ass and then proceeded to slip off the girls panties. Mel spread her ass cheeks, showing off Pixie's darker asshole and pussy, and the other girl laughed making both twitch reflexively. I was stroking now, and when I glanced over Bella had one leg up on the chair arm, one hand slowly rubbing over her mound as she licked the fingers of the other. She looked back at me and then down at my dick, slowly sliding two fingers inside herself as she watched me slow stroke. On cam, Mel was now sitting in front of Pixie's spread ass and turned to the cam. "So, this is my first time eating pussy and Pixie smells amazing. Here goes nothing." Mel turned back and leaned forward, her cute pink tongue sticking out to tentatively take a taste of her friend. She quickly got more into it and Pixie started moaning quietly. "Oh, unh," Bella moaned breathily beside me. The girls traded places, Mel sitting in the chair with her legs spread while Pixie ate her out, obviously the more experienced in sapphic delights. She had Mel mewling for more after a few minutes and I could feel my balls tingling as I watched my cousin's face screw up as she came on another woman's tongue. Shortly after, while Mel's chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, Bella groaned and I turned and watched her swing her head to the side then bite the back of her chair as her legs twitched violently. She opened her eyes in the middle of her orgasm and they locked with mine, and I had to clamp my fist around my dick to keep from coming then and there. I knew what was next and was waiting for it. Once Mel finally had her breathing under control she grinned woozily at the camera. "Alright guys, I was gonna do another count down for this but OverC's smashed that one with his last tip. Who do you want to see use the strap-on, me or Pixie?" The chat room blew up and in the end the girls had people tip 1 for Mel and 2 for Pixie. Pixie won by a small margin and went off screen to don the dong. Meanwhile, Mel took out a small jar of lube and used some on her tits, greasing them up. "Just so you guys know, I'll be imagining this dick is someone in particular." She winked at the camera, and then it adjusted quickly to zoom out. Pixie was standing with the strap-on harness dark against her light mocha skin, the bright pink dildo attached to it drooping out about 8". "Fuck, I hope that girl knows how to use that," Bella moaned as she rubbed at her pussy again, working herself up. "Della needs a good dicking, since she's so obsessed with you." Was Mel obsessed with me? I had never thought of it that way, figuring I was the one who kept throwing money at her, feeling like scum of the earth while basking in the feelings she gave me. Did she feel the same way, or at least something similar? Mel wrapped her tits around the dildo and Pixie rotated her hips, sliding the plastic cock up and down Mel's cleavage. Soon she had a decent rhythm going and Mel leaned her head down, letting the tip pop in and out of her mouth as her friend kept thrusting. I was keeping a steady rhythm of my own as I stroked myself, but stopped when Bella reached out and her hand grabbed my thigh. She was holding me almost painfully tight and my hand came up to grab and push hers away, but ended up just holding her firmly. Bella was coming again, this time from watching Mel get titfucked. Bella's orgasm was winding down but she didn't move her hand, so I didn't move mine. Mel scooted back onto her bed, Pixie following after picking up the cam and holding it up so the viewers could see Mel from her point of view. "Are you going to fuck me now?" Mel asked the camera innocently. Pixie nodded it up and down. "Are you going to put that big cock inside me?" Another nod, and then the camera lowered to a fantastic view of Pixie entering Mel. Her pussy was wet and open and the fake dick poked in easily, accompanied by Mel's moans of pleasure. The camera shifted and now it was on the bed looking at Mel sideways. Her chin was tilted up as she moaned into the air, her tits bouncing as Pixie thrust into her. The native girl dropped into view, their breasts mashing together as she kissed Mel deeply, continuing to thrust into her. Pixie drew back and she moaned lowly, "Fuck, Della. You fucking sexpot, you're so fucking hot. You're fucking tight too, I can feel you gripping my cock." "Ungh, ungh," Mel moaned. "You're- not- so bad- yourself." She grunted out between thrusts. She leaned over and picked up the camera, holding it over her as she looked up at it, body moving with the thrusts and her sweat glistening on her brow. "Fuck me, fuck me so good. Over and over and over." She was grinning now and not even looking at the camera, but instead past Pixie at the screen where I knew she could see me stroking rapidly, Bella's hand still gripping my thigh where I held it pinned while she worked on her third orgasm in a row. "Maybe you want something else though," Mel said, looking back to the camera. "Something just as delicious, but even more naughty." The camera went dark for a moment with movement, then clarified as she used a foot to push it back further onto the computer desk, revealing a view of Pixie's ass and back as she thrust between Mel's legs. "Maybe you want to make me watch while you fuck my friends. Is that what you want? To make me wait until you're done with Pixie?" Mel leaned forward, making Pixie's thrusting awkward, and grabbed her friends ass, spreading it lewdly. "What if you want to fuck her while she fucks me? It's kind of hard to get to her pussy while she's got this strap on on though, so you'll probably need to fuck her in the ass." My cousin stuck her finger in Pixie's ass, causing the native girl to grunt in surprise and thrust hard into Mel, who gulped air and whispered, "Oh fuck," as she went off. I came. The first spurt went the distance, smack dab onto the computer screen, while the rest quickly piled into my jerking hand. "Oh my god," Bella said as she pulled her hand from me to tug on one of her nipples while she reamed herself with the other. "Three- oh god. Three times." The show continued for another half hour, winding down as Mel ate Pixie out again, rimming her for the camera as an apology for shoving a dry finger up the girls butt. I was done though, as was Bella, and we sort of just wallowed naked in our seats after wiping ourselves down with kleenex from my desk. Mel and Pixie had their arms wrapped around each other in their own post-orgasmic bliss as they signed off, thanking their tippers and saying goodbye to their regulars. Pixie interrupted at the last moment before Mel cut the feed. "Oh, and a huge thank you to OverC's and his sexy friend. You were some great inspiration." ************ DellaLightful: I'm so sorry. And so is she. I don't know why I hadn't responded yet. It had been nearly six hours since the show. Bella had gotten dressed in my office and went back out to her desk, leaving behind her thong on my desk. An open message I appreciated. She had gone home for the evening now and I had stayed late to 'catch up on work,' though in reality I didn't want to struggle with this at home where I had booze. Me drinking and trying to think this through could lead to something really stupid like a phone call or video with my face in it. It wasn't like it had been Mel who had broken my trust. Really it hadn't even been a breach, considering Mel's regulars already knew we cam-to-cam'd. Hard not to after that first time. Still though, she hadn't ever given something about me away like that but now someone she had let into our little circle of trust had done so. It wasn't a huge deal, I kept telling myself. So what if a bunch of people knew that my anonymous alias had been with someone else on cam while watching two girls have sex? I'd turned off our side of the broadcast immediately when Pixie had said it. No goodbye, no wave, just me leaning forward and pulling the cam plug before shutting off the web browser. Bella had tried to soothe my frustration with words, reinforcing my own rational thoughts that I shouldn't care, it wasn't a big deal. None of it had worked. 'It's fine.' I had written it nearly a dozen times and then erased it. It wasn't fine, I wasn't ok with it. It was stupid and silly but I didn't want to just lie about my feelings. 'I'll get over it' wasn't enough. 'I love you' got erased once. Finally I wrote out the best I could come up with and sent it before turning off my phone completely. I needed to eat something juicy and delicious and satisfying. There was a steak place I knew where I would probably run into some of my clients for company. OverCsSteve: Talk tomorrow. I need to tell you something. ==================================== Thank you to all those who have been following TWE and have been posting or sending me your encouragement. Every word is appreciated and pushes me to produce content. TWE Chapter 5 will be slightly delayed as I attempt to push out content for my other series. If you have enjoyed this story, check out my ongoing series Font of Fertility in the SciFi/Fantasy category and recently released Pushing Buttons in First Time. If you are interested in joining my email list to hear about when I am posting my next work, send me feedback with your email address and you'll also receive hints and previews for some of my other works. ==================================== Technically We're Estranged Ch. 05 ==================================== All characters are 18 years or older. This story is the continuation of my Technically We're Estranged series and I suggest reading the previous chapters before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. It includes incest, exhibitionism and voyeurism through the internet, masturbation and oral. Stephan tries to fix things with Mel, and Bella gets frustrated before they all get off. Thanks to Antematter for checking it over, and making sure I was still alive. ==================================== "Stephan," Bella called after me as I walked into my office, "You're being an idiot." I turned around and poked my head back out. "I know I am." Despite the fact that Mel was a world away, the fact that she was a camgirl, that she hadn't actually done anything, and most of all that she was my cousin, I still felt betrayed. Totally, utterly irrational. My emotions were all over the place - we hadn't talked since I had told her to wait until today and that was throwing me into a tailspin as well. For the past three weeks of getting to know my cousin again it was like I had her here with me, and now I had cut myself off. My lonely night out, eating alone at a restaurant, going home to an empty apartment, had only served to frustrate me further. The closest friend I had on the continent was also apparently my secretary and wanted to sleep with me - Bella was the only person I could talk to about this. Sure, I had other friends from College days but we were distant at best. My clientele worried people, my successes kept criminals on the street. Who wanted to be friends with the scumbag who did that? But Mel, she didn't know that, and if she did she wouldn't care. Blind faith, blind compassion - she would love me all the same. But would she? Bella could tell I was out of sorts when I stepped out of the elevator and into our little lobby. She'd stood, as always, with a file in one hand and a coffee in the other, today in a black dress that was high collared in the front but backless, the skirt riding high on her shapely, athletic thighs. "Good morning, Mr. Tanner," was all she had said as we performed the morning ritual we had perfected over our years together. File in one hand, coffee in the other, I nodded my thanks quietly and went to my office. And then she broke the ritual, and so did I. We'd been doing that a lot recently. Sitting in my office, I had to close my eyes to think. Every morning for the past three weeks I had woken up to a picture, or a message, and once even a video from Mel sent to my anonymous account. She didn't know my name, she only knew my pseudonym. OverCsSteve. But then I wasn't supposed to really know her name, she was just DellaLightful and not my Mel. I stared down at my phone, playing the most recent video she had sent me quietly. She was lying in bed, the covers up around her shoulders and her eyes still sleepy. No makeup, still pretty but not perfect. She whispered to me about how she was going to do the girl-girl show that had happened yesterday, whispered about how she dreamt about me and how she was doing this because she was curious and I thought it was hot. She smiled dreamily, her voice breathy. Morning light was peeking through a window off screen, bathing her in an angelic light. And then the video was over. I'd watched it plenty of times before. I watched it again, leaning my head against the edge of my desk as I tried to block out the world. 'I'm sorry,' I typed out. Yesterday I hadn't needed to say that. Yesterday, Mel was the one who had broken a trust, however tenuously and minutely, when her friend talked about what Bella and I had been doing. Today I was the idiot. OverCsSteve: I'm sorry. I shouldn't be frustrated but I am. I shouldn't feel hurt, but for some reason I do. I'm being an idiot. I feel like I'm some raving teen. This is totally my fault and I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to stop talking or whatever, I'd just be happy we did for at least a little while. Tell Pixie I apologize, she didn't do anything wrong and was great in the show. I hit the send button before I could rethink the message, before I could wordsmith it or try and build in some nuances. I set my phone down and turned on my computer, but before it could even boot up my phone let out the little bingle that I had a notification from Kik. I grabbed it and fumbled the password twice before I got it unlocked. DellaLightful: omg steve I'm like crying I'm so happy you messaged DellaLightful: I felt lonely when we weren't talking and I thought you were so pissed at me I wouldn't see you again. DellaLightful: and STOP saying ur sorry right now. I know you don't like stuff getting out about you. Pixie feels super bad she didn't realize how srs I was when I told her not to say anything about the cam-to-cam. I had to take a deep breath to steady my nerves. She wasn't pissed at me, didn't think I was crazy or being a child. OverCsSteve: Della, I AM sorry. I'm sorry I made you worry and I'm sorry I kept you waiting and I'm sorry I'm an idiot. Believe me, I think the only way you'll get rid of me is if you tell me to leave you alone. OverCsSteve: You are the complete package of beauty and brains, but most of all you are the kindest, most beautiful person I know on the inside. DellaLightful: Oh great, now I'm crying again. DellaLightful: And I'm still at work so people are gonna look at me like I'm crazy OverCsSteve: I bet you're even pretty when you cry, breaking hearts all over the hospital. DellaLightful: :) Stop complimenting me! I'm supposed to be the one who's sorry DellaLightful: BRB, need to do work. It was ok. I don't know how, but everything was ok with Mel. I honestly should have known better than to think she would be done with me - my cousin had always been a bit of a bleeding heart for anyone who was hurt. She'd been the one to console me when my highschool girlfriend, a senior while I was a junior, broke up with me when she went to college even though she was still on the island. Mel had spent an entire weekend cramming me full of peanut butter icecream and watching rom-com's with me, cuddling on the couch in our pj's. On the third day she took me surfing, forcing me to stay out on the water until I caught a perfect wave all the way to shore. She knew instinctively what I had needed, more than my guy friends could have ever helped with. I had loved her the most out of my entire family. Now I just loved her. I'd thought about it before but it was something I couldn't put into words in the real world. It wasn't something I wanted to send to her over text, or in a snapchat or even in a video. I needed to say it live, talking to each other. I needed her to know who I was, to know what it actually meant. But that was the problem - she was my cousin. She loved me too, in the family way, I'm sure. We'd always have our childhood and high school together. If I revealed who I was, it would be like souring all of that for her because I had turned into some creep who watched her on the internet. ************ Bella knew something had happened as soon as she brought in the first client for my morning meeting, but couldn't ask me anything. John Marc could though. "What's happened?" the crime boss asked as he sat down in the plush chair across my desk. "You look like you got hit by a bus then raised by an angel." I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head. "Something like that, John Marc." "Lady troubles? You're not one to get stuck on a girl, Stephan, I'm surprised at you." The dark haired italian man was big, but over the few years I had known him I had been surprised to find he was empathetic. Sometimes that made him seem like a softy, but I also knew it could make him a very scarey man to cross. Sighing, I shrugged, "It's a first for me, honestly. The whole thing is complicated." "So uncomplicate it," the big man grinned. "Pussy isn't hard to come by, my friend, but a real woman? Rare as can be. If she's pussy, drop her. You don't need the hassle. If she's a woman, be a man. Do the right thing." "It's not like she's pregnant, John Marc." "Even better," he laughed, "Usually that's what complicated means. Is it another guy?" "No," I shook my head, "It's all me, honestly. Gotta get my head straight when it comes to her. But that's all personal, and you're a busy man. What can I do for you, you usually don't drop by like this. Is something wrong?" The crime boss took a deep breath and shook his head, "No, no, everything's fine. I wanted to come by myself to express my apologies over the actions of my brother yesterday, to you and to Bella. Joey is an ungrateful bastard and has been riding on our family name since we were kids. He won't be doing that any more, but I wanted to be sure you understood how deeply I disapproved of what he did." "John Marc, there's no need-" I started as my client reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope. "No, there is. I know I've already paid for the time he's wasted, you billed it fair and square, but this is just something extra for all the trouble he caused. You've saved my family and associates a great deal of grief since we hired you, our appreciation should be known." I didn't look in the envelope when he handed it to me, instead silently nodding my thanks and slipping it into my own inner suit pocket. "I thank you," I said, standing to follow him as he headed towards the door. "No need, Stephan. You're valuable, and every once in awhile you need to show your valuables that you care." He grinned to me, "I've apologized to Bella as well, I'm sure she'll share something from the gift basket with you." He paused and cocked his head, eyes narrowing slightly, "It's not Bella, is it?" "No," I said, holding up my hands. "It's not her, though she's part of the problem." John Marc rolled his eyes and his grin came back, "I still haven't figured out if she'd be worth angering my wife over." "I bet she would," I smiled back, thinking of Bella spread and fingering herself in the chair next to me as we watched Mel's show yesterday. "But then again, I haven't seen your wife angry." "Pray you never do," John Marc laughed. I walked him out and he gave Bella another brief apology, bending to kiss her hand as he left, making her blush. As the elevator doors closed, Bella walked over to stand next to me in the middle of the small lobby. "How was the meeting?" She asked innocently. "Fine, Bella," I answered. "And your other meeting?" I took a breath. "Fine, Bella." I turned and walked back to my office but felt bad and turned while still in the threshold. "It was good." She smiled sweetly, but something in her eyes looked distant. ************ I didn't get any teasing pictures beyond the ones Mel sent wide today, and even those were a little more demure than usual. It was obvious we were still a little bit on tenterhooks, our usual back and forth a bit more tentative. The flirting was downplayed but still there, it felt more like status updates than anything else. As morning turned to afternoon I found myself furtively checking the clock. I'd been doing this for weeks, but it had always been in excitement - now it was nervousness. Would things be different with us feeling weird? Would she be ok to do her usual show? Why did I even think it wouldn't go the same as usual? With five minutes to go Mel had already sent out her notification tweets and snapchats, she was dolled up but wearing a baggy t-shirt with a deep v-neck that showed off a ton of cleavage, her long hair up in a messy bun instead of loose and flowing. I was just finishing up reading a document when Bella knocked on my door and opened it, peeking her head inside tentatively. "Hey," she said. "Hey?" I asked. Bella never knocked on my office door. "I, ah-" She stuttered, stepping into the room. "I was wondering if... well, yesterday went so well... Can I watch in here with you again?" She was blushing and biting her lip and I had to take a breath. "Um-" I said. "Technically the bet wasn't just for yesterday," she rattled off. "It was that I could come in here and watch on our breaks, how many times or when wasn't stipulated." I could tell she had been practicing that one. "I- yeah, ok." "Ok?" She raised her eyebrows. "Sure. We won't be camming back to her today though." "That's fine," Bella said, walking over and moving the extra chair I had set up yesterday to behind my desk. She reached up and fiddled with the tight collar of her dress which clung to her neck, supporting it up and leaving her shapely back bare. "This dress is harder to get off than yesterday, so I'm just gonna take it off to start." She stripped off the cocktail dress quickly, revealing her pert, small breasts with their soft brown nipples. The dress had required her to go braless, but I was surprised to see she'd been totally commando, her smooth mound immediately bare to my eyes. She ran a hand down her tight, athletic stomach, fingers brushing over that mound as she stood before me. "Is that ok?" "Yeah," I said a little hoarsely, blinking. Fuck, but she was a beautiful woman. I reached to the computer and logged onto the camming site, bringing up Mel's page. She hadn't logged on yet but there were already several hundred people sitting, the chat streaming by as people referenced the show from the day before. Mel's popularity had blown up after doing a girl-girl show, her rating on the site rocketing up to within striking distance of the top 20 list. Bella sat down in the chair next to me, legs slightly spread, leaving herself open to my view. I took off my suit jacket and tie, unbuttoning my shirt halfway but leaving my belt and pants alone. "Stephan," she breathed out, but then the screen lit up as Mel started camming. The show started slow as Mel talked about seeing Pixie off and answered questions about when she might have another girl on. She looked a little frazzled but still my beautiful Mel. About fifteen minutes in, once the first tips had started rolling in, I picked up my phone and messaged her. OverCsSteve: Your hair looks great. Her phone buzzed as she was talking to someone and she glanced down at it, finishing her answer before reading my message. She smiled and brought a hand up to her hair, tucking a loose lock behind her ear. The first half hour slipped by and Mel had started her teasing. "I've got some news once the countdown ends guys," she said over and over. "Once you get me naked I'll tell you what the next big thing is." I sent her a series of question marks, which when she received them her mouth twitched to the side and she bit the inside of her lip lightly. Why is she feeling self conscious? I knew Mel's ticks, and she wasn't sure about the news she was going to give. Eventually her shirt came off, followed by her bra. She wasn't as happy-go-lucky as she usually was, not really singing along with her music or goofing off as much. Something was on her mind. Something was also on my mind. When Mel took off her shirt, Bella readjusted herself in her seat so that her far leg from me was lifted over the arm of the chair, spreading herself open wide as her other foot brushed against mine firmly. She was teasing herself, brushing fingertips over her body slowly as she watched Mel on the screen. I suppressed a groan as my eyes ran up and down her body before turning back to the screen. For the number of people in her room, the countdown went slowly. Lot's of freeloaders taking advantage of the show, which I couldn't even find myself frustrated with since that was how I used the site for over a year before I came across Mel and started tipping. Clad in just her thin black panties, Mel started teasing herself and the viewers, bending over and rubbing herself a few times, stretching this way and that, playing with her enhanced boobs and tweaking her nipples lightly. DellasChoober: Where be OverC? Justaniceguy: Damn gurl u b fiiine DefToneJam89:Bend over again, but this time show us your bumhole MixerLot: I like big butts an I cannot lie P1ran1sLightful: I kno right? We need to speed this countdown up Choobs DellasChoober: Plus where be fElla? She's usually around too. "They're missing us," Bella pointed out in the chat, gesturing with her hand before bringing it back and setting it on mine where I had it resting on the arm of my chair. I looked down at her hand on mine for a moment. "They miss my tips and your flirting." "Choobs, Pi, you can't rely on OverCs to finish every countdown," Mel said on the cam, though she was scrolling through something on her screen until her eyes lit up a bit and she smiled. Was she checking to make sure I was still here? The final tips rolled in, spurred mostly by her two other 'most faithful' viewers and fans. Mel grinned faintly as the last tips came in, slowly standing from her seat and then adjusting her webcam so it stayed focused on her. Her fingers played in the stretchy hem of her panties, teasing it away from her hips. "Do you guys want the news first, or the view first?" Her regulars wanted the news, the freeloaders wanted the view. "OK, well, I need a prop," she smiled, reaching off screen and grabbing one of the dildos she used in her shows. "So this is a penis, and you guys seem to really like watching me slide this big, long one into my tight, juicy little pussy." Mel rubbed the tip of the dildo against her lips through the panties. One thing I noticed was that, for maybe the first time I had seen her like this in the past month, there wasn't a wet spot. "And yesterday everyone loved watching me with PixieDust so much that I was thinking what other kinds of shows I could do with people." No, I thought weakly, getting a feeling where this was going. "So Pixie gave my number to a guy she's done some work with before, and he offered to make a little video with me. First I would suck on his big, hard dick," she slipped the dildo into her mouth, suckling on the head. "Then I'd let him put it between my tits," the dildo left her mouth and cradled in her cleavage, which she pressed together. "Then I would bend over like this, and he'd slip his thick, hot cock right up in me." She bent over the back of her chair and dropped her panties, toying the dildo at her pussy. Mel suddenly turned around and sat on the chair, dildo in hand. "But I wasn't sure if I wanted to make a video like that, or if you guys would want to see it. Do you want me to make a boy/girl video?" She was acting. I could tell she was nervous about the whole thing and the sexy act was overdone. Bella didn't know her as well as I did though, and she was slowly rubbing herself with the hand that wasn't clasped onto mine, moaning lightly. The chat went berserk. 'Yes, yes, oh my god yes!' 'I would die for that video.' 'I wish I was that guy.' Hundreds of anonymous people telling Mel that she should fuck on camera, that she would make thousands. That she should go into porn, that she should do it live, that she should sell tickets. I shook my hand from Bella's and grabbed my phone. OverCsSteve: Don't Mel was smiling into the camera, bantering with the viewers. Her phone went off and she frowned, looking up at the camera quickly. DellaLightful: How come? I typed quickly into my phone and Bella turned from the screen to me, sitting up. OverCsSteve: I don't have the right to say this, but no excuses about it ruining your life or something Technically We're Estranged Ch. 05 OverCsSteve: I just don't want you to. DellaLightful: Don't want me to make a video, or don't want me to fuck another guy? "What the fuck are you doing?" Bella demanded. I looked up to her and she looked as frustrated as I had ever seen her. She reached out for my phone and I stood, backing away from her. "You don't have the right to tell her not to, Stephan. You aren't in a relationship, she doesn't even know what you look like. This isn't healthy." She was standing now, staring me down, hands on her naked hips. 'Both,' I typed and sent. "Bella, you can't tell me what to do with this," I said. "I have feelings for her, feelings I haven't felt in a really long time." "She's an entire world away, Stephan!" She shouted. Bella stalked up to me, grabbing my hand and placing it on her breast, taking my phone from the other and setting it on the desk, taking that hand and placing it at her warm, slick pussy. "You can't touch her, can't be with her, but you can touch me." I pulled my hands from Bella and turned around, squeezing my eyes shut and rubbing at my temple. Fuck. FUCK. I shouted internally to myself. The bingle of my phone turned me around. Bella read it at the same time I did. DellaLightful: Ok, I won't. For you. Bella sucked in a breath and left me, sitting back in her chair. Mel was still on cam, joking around. She sounded less tense, less unsure of herself. Like something had lifted from her spirit and she was rising up again. OverCsSteve: We should- No. I want to skype with you. Tomorrow. Face to face. Mel looked up from the message, directly at the cam. Her eyes were alight and she was smiling broadly. "Really?" she asked, ignoring the chat room. OverCsSteve: Yes, but tomorrow. You have a mob to appease I think. She grinned at the message and nodded, ignoring the few people who were asking why she was distracted. Mel leaned back in her seat, opening her legs and using her fingers to spread herself open for the camera. Her show started. Bella sat quietly as I took my seat next to her awkwardly. "Bella I-" I started but she shook her head. Stark naked, Bella got up and left my office, going out to her desk. I wasn't sure what she was doing, looking down at her dress still discarded on the floor. Had I just ruined the one relationship I had in the country that wasn't with a criminal? B.e.a.utifELLA: Can I play with him? FootsieTooToes: Omg you have such nice toes, I want to suck on them B.e.a.utifELLA: Della, please? CherryPickUpLine: Mmm, rub that kitty, lets see it squirt DaddyoMally: So hot in hurr Bella walked back into my office, slightly flushed and her eyes cast downward, refusing the meet mine. I worked my jaw a few times but I didn't know what to say. It took Mel a moment to see the message as well, and she stopped moving as she read it a few times. Mel looked at the camera again, then reached for her phone, typing quickly with one hand while continuing to tease her labia with the other. DellaLightful: Do you want to? What is she wearing? I glanced to Bella, who met my eyes. Hers were big and she licked her lips nervously. I'd never seen her like this. OverCsSteve: She's in my office. Completely naked. And only if you are absolutely ok with it. DellaLightful: Oral only, and only if she lets you take pictures for me. I swallowed and showed Bella the messages. My secretary of three years, a woman who I had passively lusted after but had refused to engage with sexually despite her offerings before and after her divorce, read the message three times and hesitated. I knew exactly what was going through her mind. Pictures. Did she trust me enough, did she trust my fucked up relationship with Mel enough, to risk pictures of her getting out? They would have to include her face if it was pictures of her giving me head. "Ok," she said, reaching for my belt. For the first time I didn't stop Bella before it went too far. She had my pants around my ankles and her hands were on my briefs when I told her to stop. She looked up while I got my phone into camera mode and took the first shot, her naked and on her knees in front of me, looking straight into the camera, hands reaching for me while my bulge pointed towards her. I sent it off to Mel, who received it moments later and moaned over the internet to us, "So hot." The digital sound of my phone's camera snapping pictures went off every few seconds as I watched Bella begin working me over through the touchscreen. She took down my briefs, letting my dick bob out in the open for a moment, before taking it by the base and bringing the head into her mouth. She suckled there, letting me snap pictures while she rubbed her tongue along the ridges, slowly taking more and more into her mouth. Her lips pressed firmly as she sucked, then she released me and moved her head to the side, kissing my shaft up one side and down the other. She dropped her head and licked the underside from base to tip, pausing to pose for the camera occasionally. In the background Mel was only half paying attention to her audience, playing with herself one handed while continuously opening pic after pic I sent her. She moaned when she saw Bella drop lower and suck one of my balls into her mouth, and then Mel groaned as Bella went back to bobbing on my cock, taking me almost to the root. I reached out and scooped Bellas wild, thick brown hair behind her head, holding it back and snapping a few more pictures as I watched Mel on the screen, sucking on the dildo before setting it on the chair and easing herself down to ride it. "I'm gonna come," I said out loud, though I wasn't sure if it was to Bella or Mel. "On my face and in my mouth," Bella gasped. "Let her see I'm your office cock sucker now." A few moments later my leg jerked and I started to come, lacing three streaks across Bella's beautiful face and dropping two globs onto her lips. The phone camera clicked and whooshed, sending off the picture. "Mmm, I want it," Mel gasped on the cam, riding harder as she sucked on her fingers. I took Bella's hands and helped her up, sitting her back on my chair. "Spread your legs," I said. She did, looking up at me hopefully, but I didn't straddle and mount her. Instead I took a closeup picture of her pussy, which was flushed and flowering open, then worked the phone one handed as I slid my other hand across her inner thighs before rubbing at her wetness. She gasped, and Mel gasped on the screen as well. I slowly worked two fingers into my secretary, hooking them and seeking her g-spot instead of thrusting in and out. Soon the hooking, come here motion had Bella gasping and her pussy squelching as she leaked onto the leather. I got a perfect picture of Bella's orgasm face, eyes closed and eyebrows raised high, mouth quirked in not quite an 'Oh.' Two last pictures, one of me slowly withdrawing my fingers, and one of Bella's well worked, juice covered pussy, set Mel over the edge. She was moaning and groaning, nose and eyebrows twitching with that little tick she had mostly gotten over before her teens. She gasped and froze as she came, then exhaled heavily as she slid from the dildo on her chair to the floor, laughing breathlessly. The chat was cheering her as if she'd scored a goal. I collapsed into my seat and took a deep breath, grabbing Bella's hand and bending my head to kiss it. She mumbled something I couldn't understand, so I reached for the box of tissues and handed it to her so that she could wipe up her face. She took a few and I put it back, patting her thigh lightly and squeezing it before standing to pull up my pants. Mel was back in her own seat, grinning like a fool. "Fuck, that was really good and really hot. I think I'm done for now guys, but now I can't wait for tomorrow. Love you all." She signed off, the screen going blank. Bella eased to her feet and tossed her used tissues into my garbage, using a couple more to wipe down between her legs. "Hey Stephan?" She asked with a sigh. "Yes, Bella?" "Are we expecting anyone else in today?" "I don't think so." "Alright," Bella bent and picked up her dress from the floor, giving me a view of her tight ass, before standing and heading to the door. "I might stay like this for the rest of the afternoon. If you need anything..." "Thanks," I said with a tired smile. "Oh, no. Thank you," she smiled back. So hands and oral were on the table between us now. There go my standards of professionalism, I sighed to myself. I wasn't sighing about the shift in the office dynamic though. Tomorrow I was going to tell Mel that her online-something-relationship-thing was actually her cousin. Fuck. Me. ==================================== TWE finally returns, and if you have been following it since the beginning hopefully you'll be glad to know the two final chapters will be releasing shortly to finish off the series. If you are interested in joining my email list to hear about when I am posting my next work on Lit, send me feedback with the form below including your email address for updates. Finally, thank you to those who have been so interested in this series specifically. It started out as an experiment and quickly became something much more. ==================================== Technically We're Estranged Ch. 06 ==================================== All characters are 18 years or older. This story is the continuation of my Technically We're Estranged series and I suggest reading the previous chapters before continuing. TWE is intentionally shorter, and hopefully you enjoy the tease. This chapter includes oral. The skype date looms. Thanks to Antematter for... oh, you know this line by now. ==================================== DellaLightful: So how was it? I had to look down at my phone for a long moment, thinking about how to respond to Mel's question. She didn't need to clarify it, I knew she was talking about the blowjob I had gotten from my secretary Bella not half an hour before. A very well documented blowjob; the pictures I still had on my phone, and that I had sent to Mel, were numerous and tell-all. Well, everything except who I was. OverCsSteve: It was good, but I think it was watching you get off to it that made it really powerful. OverCsSteve: You might have opened the floodgates and created a monster though. DellaLightful: Hey, you said yes too :P DellaLightful: What's she doing now? OverCsSteve: Working at her desk totally naked. No more client meetings today so she'll stay like that until she leaves I think. DellaLightful: Mmmm I bet she looks super sexy. Does she wear glasses at her desk? Sexy Librarian style? OverCsSteve: No, but damn she would look hot like that. Mel and I had talked about Bella before, though most of the time it had been her laughing at me for how big of a dolt I was for not screwing my hot and willing secretary. It was light-hearted laughter, and she would commiserate with me about trying to be professional while Bella tempted me every way she could think of. Mel had also been helpful in opening me up a bit, leading to the naked events of the past couple days. My phone buzzed and bingled in my hand, different than the Kik notification. My cousin had sent me a snapchat picture - Mel was wearing thick rimmed rectangular glasses, making a stern face with a quirked eyebrow at the camera, her blonde hair pulled back and up. 'No talking in the library, mister,' the caption read. I snorted a laugh and shook my head, the playful twinkle in Mel's eyes and the quirk in her frown as if she were on the verge of breaking into laughter ruined the look. We chatted, mostly about nothing, until Mel eventually needed to go to bed and I had to finish up my work for the day. It felt good, the turmoil from the last twenty-four hours dissipating as we fell back into our easy banter - all I had to do was pretend in another day I wasn't about to blow this up by revealing to her that her online fling was actually her creepy ass cousin sending her thousands of dollars while watching her take her clothes off and masturbate on camera. I am such a fucking toolbag. Near the end of the day Bella sauntered into my office from her desk in the lobby. Barefoot, bare ass and wielding a wry smirk along with the files she was bringing to me. She sat on the corner of my desk, legs slightly apart and giving me a tantalizing view, before she handed me the files. "Don't forget that tomorrow morning you have that interview," she said. "What interview?" I asked. I hadn't been paying nearly as much attention to my schedule lately as I had before finding Mel. "The student journalist from your Alma Mater. You agreed to be featured a couple of months ago in the Alumni magazine." She reached over and her fingers played at my collar before fixing my tie. Her nakedness so close to me while I was fully dressed was heady and intoxicating. "I booked a solid hour for it in the morning. You also have a few other quickies before lunch, then your afternoon is free." She licked her lips lightly, eyes flashing to mine before she drew back her hands and folded them on her lap. Bella knew exactly what she was doing to me. I could get through the quick meetings with clients almost mindlessly, they were all just check ins or document drop offs, but this interview... I had Mel on the brain already, was I even going to be sane with hours to go before the skype date I had set up with her? This kid, whoever he was, better not be looking for a scoop or I would send him out the door. "Alright, thanks for the reminder. You can take off a little early if you'd like today." "Take off?" Bella raised an eyebrow. "Now why would I want to do that?" "Because nothing else is going to happen in the office today," I said, putting my hands on her knees and softly closing her legs. "And I'm thinking of leaving a little early as well." "Stephan, we didn't-" Bella started, the concern plain on her face. "No, it's fine." I stood and kissed her on the cheek. A little more familiar than professional, a lot less than what her naked body made me want to do. "We're fine." I helped her politely down from her perch on my desk, not that she needed it, and ushered her towards my office door. "Get dressed. Go home. I'll see you tomorrow." My hand was on her lower back, her skin soft under my fingers and her walk moving her hips and ass and shoulders and tits- She was beautifully made, from her thick dark hair, still slightly wild from earlier, to her neatly painted toenails. "Tomorrow," she replied, and she grinned at me again just before shutting the door behind her. Oh, fuck me, I thought. She's got some sort of plan. ************ When Bella disrupted our morning ritual, the handing off of the files and the coffee after I walked off the elevator, by dropping to her knees and fishing at my pants zipper I was more surprised at myself for being shocked than anything else. I had woken up that morning to a dreamy eyed video from Mel, similar to the one she had sent before of her telling me the news about her girl-girl cam show. "I can't wait to see you," she whispered to the camera, eyes still heavy with sleep. "I was dreaming about you last night. About your body, about curling up next to you on a beach, the waves crashing as we watch a sunset. You keep fondling me and I giggle and push your fingers away from the strings of my bikini because there are people around. We spent the day surfing." She moved the camera and pulled back her sheets, revealing her naked torso. "Once it's dark I let you slide your hands inside, rubbing my nipples until they're hard as we make out. I want you inside me but there are still people around, kids at a fire down the beach." She sighed heavily, pulling back to just her face, the camera positioned as if we were lying next to each other, nose to nose. "Maybe someday," she sighed softly with a little smile. "I can't wait to see you later." Heart lurching, I wanted to cry with happiness and throw up with nervousness. This, she, was fucking perfect, and I was probably about to uproot the entire thing. We messaged back and forth as I ate my breakfast and readied for work, and I warned her again about Bella. OverCsSteve: She's going to want to do it again, and probably more. OverCsSteve: I think we could probably go back to the way things were still, but not if anything else happens. DellaLightful: Do you want anything else to happen? OverCsSteve: This all started because you wanted it to. She's amazing, but my yes or no is completely based on what you say. DellaLightful: Mmm, so you're giving me the power over Bella. I like it :P DellaLightful: To fuck, or not to fuck. That is the question. :D :D OverCsSteve: Okay cornball. What do I say to her? DellaLightful: Everything you've done so far is ok. But no P in V. Or in the A, I bet she'd figure that out in half a second. OverCsSteve: Are you sure? I don't want her between us if you aren't absolutely sure. DellaLightful: I trust you :) So I didn't move as Bella fished my dick out of my pants and wrapped her lips around it. She was wearing a red blouse, buttons undone halfway with no bra, along with a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips and thighs tightly. She bobbed her head, lips tugging me towards hardness as she looked up at me from her knees. My head popped from her mouth and her tongue snaked out, licking the tip. "Good morning, Mr. Tanner." "Good morning, Bella." I replied breathlessly as she went back to her ministrations. I set the files down on her desk beside us and steadied myself there as she rolled her tongue on my shaft. I'll be honest, I came quickly. Couple of minutes max. I'd watched the video from Mel three times that morning already and even though it wasn't totally sexual she had my engine running, and now Bella with her blowjob. She hummed with pleasure as she felt me tighten up with impending climax. "Soon," I grunted. "Give it to me," she whispered huskily, taking her mouth off of me for the barest moment. I came, she swallowed. No mess. I helped her stand back up and she stood close to me, the fabric of her blouse just barely brushing against my suit jacket as she looked me in the eye while delicately slipping my dick back into my pants and zipping me back up. She palmed the mug of coffee from my hand and took a quick sip before giving it back. Her face was still inches from mine. "Good morning, Mr. Tanner." Her smile was pert and wry and knowing. She picked the files back up off her desk and handed them to me. "You're first meeting is in about fifteen minutes." It took me a long moment to move, and when I did I somehow managed not to trip over myself as I went to my office door. "Stephan," she called after me, and I turned. "I-" she hesitated. "Lunch," I said. "Don't order anything." The smile returned. The first thing I did when I sat down was tell Mel about what had just happened. She didn't say anything as I typed out my little version of the story messenger line by messenger line on my phone, but when I was done I got a snapchat. It was her, at work, in a toilet stall. Her scrub pants were around her ankles, her top pulled up just enough to show off her smooth tummy, and her legs were spread, two fingers buried between them. 'So hottt,' was the only caption. A moment later I got a second one, this of just her face and hand. Mel was flushed and making a silly embarrassed face, the middle two fingers on her hand were slick and shimmering. 'Oops, I came. At work!' I had to do some maneuvering to hide my slight chub over my first morning meeting, but it was gone by the time he left. After about half an hour of actually getting work done in my office, my door opened and Bella walked in, closing softly behind her. Once it was closed she practically skipped over to my desk, pulling my rolling chair out a bit a plopping herself in my lap, one hand on my chest. "Your appointment is here," she said, nose crinkled in a snicker. "What are you doing?" I asked. Her snicker turned into a smirk. "You'll understand once I show the student in." She kissed me once on the cheek, the smirk still on her lips, then stood and walked back to the door. She opened it, her stance and voice back to professional. "Mr. Tanner will see you now." The student was not some scruffy kid working on a journalism degree but destined to become a barista in some Starbucks. As she stepped through the door of my office I could feel my inner self dropping it's jaw, tongue wagging and eyes bugging out as if I was in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Hell, add an exploding cigar and a hit from a giant wooden mallet to the list. "Miss Oppenheffer, from the University," Bella said as the girl walked forward, winking behind the girl's back to me. She probably knew exactly what I was thinking even if I was stone-cold impassive on the outside. I felt like I was in a courtroom battling for a client's life. "Penny, please Mr. Tanner," she said as she walked forward and offered me her hand. At some point I had stood and took her hand - needs to work on her handshake, I thought absent mindedly. "Of course," I said. "Please, feel free to call me Stephan." I gestured to one of the chairs in front of my desk, the same one John Marc, head of the Menouli crime family, had sat in twenty-four hours ago. An anecdote she probably would have appreciated, but also one John Marc would not. As the coed fumbled with her notebook for a moment I swallowed and checked my phone. Could I surreptitiously take a photo of her to send to Mel? It was like I was looking at my cousin's twin, just a few years younger. Longer blonde hair, the same face and eyes. Same hands and body type as far as I could tell. She even bit the inside of her lip the same way as she made her nervous notes. Penny Oppenheffer was Mel's fucking doppleganger. "So, Mr. Tanner- I mean Stephan. A year after graduating with your law degree you were already in the news after successfully defending an assault and battery case despite the police assurance that they had the right man. How did you get your start defending criminals?"" I watched her mouth moving as she spoke, mesmerized by how she sounded like Mel as well if only Mel had an australian accent. Same pitch and tone, just different words, different intonation. My stare lingered and she blushed slightly. "Luck brought me my early clients, mostly," I finally said, shaking off my internally stunned demeanour. "I had intended to be a prosecutor for the state, but once I graduated I found people didn't like the idea of an American representing the government even if I was already a full citizen of Australia. 'It would demonize us in the press,' one prosecutor told me after an interview." I shook my head and looked across my office to my filing cabinet where I kept completed cases. "Nice guy. I've beaten him three times in court since then." "So you were, um, having trouble finding a job?" Penny asked. "A career," I clarified. "Jobs are easy to come by, professional careers are not. It was tough for a few months - I would need to go through more schooling and exams if I wanted to go back to the States and practice law, but no firms wanted to hire an American lawyer here. So I went into business for myself. My first few cases were simple neighbourhood things, a matter of public record I'm sure you can look up." "I have," she smiled timidly. For all her beauty, I felt like Penny was awfully shy. "Tell me about yourself," I asked her before she could read off another one of her questions. She blushed again and looked down at her paper, but I thought I saw something in her eyes. "Oh, I couldn't." That's when I knew what was going on. I stood from my desk and walked around, sitting down in the chair beside hers. "Ms. Oppenheffer, what exactly are you expecting out of this interview?" "Well, I-" She started, awkwardly fumbling with the notepad again. "Were you expecting me to be cool and standoffish, more interested in figuring you out than answering your questions? Maybe because you're a beautiful, slightly awkward girl hiding behind some self confidence issues? Were you maybe, just maybe hoping that I, in my dangerous and lonely career, would offer to take you to dinner because I was so intrigued by you?" "Mr. Tanner-" she said, blushing furiously now. "Ms. Oppenheffer, I am not your Christian Gray. This is not Fifty Shades. You are a beautiful girl, but you are too young for me and I have someone I care about. Please, sit up straight and compose yourself, find whatever it is inside that made you choose journalism as your undergrad degree and then we can continue this interview." I had embarrassed her, put her off her center. Offering her a little assuring smile, I stood and walked back around my desk, giving her a long moment before turning and sitting back in my chair. "So, Penny. I believe you were asking how I got my start." ************ "And then I told her that we weren't in Fifty Shades." "You didn't," Bella chuckled, arching her back and closing her eyes before groaning in pleasure. She was splayed out on the couch of the little sitting area in the corner of my office that I never used. Her blouse, the red contrasting beautifully with her pale skin, was completely unbuttoned now and one of her breasts was out, the small brown nipple rising and falling as she breathed deeply. She had taken off her skirt when I asked her to lay there, leaving her in thigh high stockings and a garter belt, no panties to speak of. I was sitting on the far end of the couch from where her head rested and she opened her eyes to slits, watching as I massaged her foot with both hands. "You know, after that blonde little tart walked into the office I figured you wouldn't be able to control yourself. This isn't what I was expecting when you said Lunch," she sighed happily. "Isn't it?" I asked, one hand slipping from her foot, up her shapely ankle to her smooth calf and shin. "Maybe a little," she grinned, closing her eyes again and enjoying the sensations. I bent my head, bringing her leg up higher and kissing her shin lightly a few times. "We need to talk about something, Bella." "Does it have to be right now?" "I think so," I said. "Are you going to stop massaging me?" I smiled. "No, but you need to listen." She was silent but nodded. "I'm going to be skyping with Mel this afternoon," I said. "Mel? Is that Della's name?" I had totally forgotten Bella didn't actually know her name. "Yes, though she doesn't know I know that. Bella, I've known Mel for a long time and just stumbled across her on the camming website. I was completely surprised and before I could really think about what was going on I'd already sent her money and started talking with her." "Who is she?" Bella asked. Her eyes were open now, but she wasn't being accusatory. I sighed. "My highschool sweetheart." It wasn't a total lie, I had loved Mel during that time of my life, just not the way the term meant. "Was it a bad break up?" Bella asked, cocking her head slightly. "No. We both graduated and went our separate ways. We lost touch. I hadn't even spoken to or thought about her in years, and then there she was. Falling into whatever kind of crazy anonymous relationship thing this is was easier than even I would have thought." "But she doesn't know it's you." It wasn't a question. "No, she doesn't." "And you're telling her today, aren't you?" "I am." Bella was silent for a long moment. My hands had stopped working on her foot and leg, simply holding her warm skin in my palms. "So either she finds out and she's happy, or she finds out and is totally embarrassed or pissed off." "Pretty much." Bella rolled her eyes and leaned forward, almost folding in half to reach out and pull my head to hers. She kissed me on the forehead and then smacked me on the side of the head. "You stupid, dumb, sweet idiot," Bella laughed quietly. "You should have told me sooner, I wouldn't have-" "No, no," I said, squeezing her leg softly. "This is between you and I. It's connected but it's different. Whatever happens with Mel, we can be closer - she opened my eyes to letting myself go and enjoying the people around me. She's laid down her law, no sex, but otherwise she trusts me. Us." "No offense, Stephan," Bella said with a small, wry smile, "But I sort of hope it doesn't work out between you two." I coughed a single chuckle, "Thanks, I think." Bella stretched, her legs flexing under my hands. "Ok, as long as we're clear. Now, are you gonna get back to work? You've got two whole thighs and one very lonely pussy to massage still." I snorted and pulled her down on the couch, palming her thigh in my lap and kneading my fingers into it. Technically We're Estranged Ch. 06 She groaned and closed her eyes again. "So no sex?" "No," I murmured. "Do you want to-" "She also stipulated no anal." "Damn." ************ I had sent Bella home after our lunch playtime. She had wanted to be there for me after the skype call, no matter what the outcome was, and I appreciated that. This was something I wanted to be alone to do though. I had brought her to a pair of orgasms with my fingers before sending her off, so she hadn't been in much of a mood to argue. She'd left me in my office with a soft kiss on the lips and a squeeze of my fingers with hers before sauntering out, skirt in hand and pert little ass weaving. There was work that needed to get done before the call, but I couldn't focus. I kept finding myself staring off into space, sometimes thinking of things to say, sometimes wondering what Mel would say. Sometimes my mind was just blank. I set up a new skype account with the same name as my other fake social media accounts, then added the account Mel forwarded me - also anonymous, also under her camgirl name. Then I sat and waited. DellaLightful: Are you ready? Mel had already messaged out to her fans that she wouldn't online today. 'Personal things' was the reason she gave. I'm sure she had gotten some sappy, some perverted and some downright oafish replies. In response to her message on Kik, I moved my cursor over the blue and white call button of skype. I took a breath, the air cool in my chest, and cleared my throat. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck fuuuck fuuuuuck, I sang to myself internally, and clicked the button. The skype window, maximized on my screen, turned blue with Mel's picture hanging in the center. The ringtone went on and the pit in my lower intestines got deeper, sucking confidence and energy out of me. My lips were dry, my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I hadn't been this nervous for my first day in court. Why wasn't she picking up? The stupid tonal song was drilling through my head. I went to hang up. The song stopped and the speakers clicked lightly as they started broadcasting. The picture of Mel expanded into a streaming window showing her chest and chin, which she quickly adjusted up to show her smiling face. God, she's beautiful, I thought. She outshone her doppleganger purely because I knew this was my Mel. "Hi!" Mel almost shouted. I had clicked the Start Video Call button and my own webcam turned on, showing my chest but not my face. I waved. Mel cocked her head, her concern clear. "Don't I get to see you, Steve?" I typed quickly into the chat box associated with the call. OverCsSteve I know, I'm sorry but it needs to wait a minute. I need to talk to you about something first. "Okay," Mel said, quirking her mouth to the side. "If it's about not telling anyone who you are, I hope you know I would never, ever do that." OverCsSteve I trust you totally It's not that at all I need to tell you something about myself. Something you might not like. "I can't see me not liking anything about you," she smiled warmly. "The last month has been amazing, getting to know things about you. How much we have in common even though we're totally different. This might sound weird since it's been so short a time, but I feel like I finally found my best friend - and you happen to be a guy with a hot bod' who tells me I'm beautiful and goes out of his comfort zone for me." She licked her lips and then bit her lower one briefly. "Tell me what you're worried about so I can tell you it doesn't matter and it'll be ok." Fuckfuck, fuckfuckfuck fuckfuck fuuuuck, I hummed in my head. OverCsSteve I have had an absolutely amazing time getting to know you too Over the last month you managed to break me out of my rut. Open my eyes. I think about you all the time But it's not like I'm disfigured or have a big ass scar or something I paused, heart thumping hard in my chest, and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. I felt like I was tearing up and nothing had even happened yet. The built up emotions were killing me. OverCsSteve Mel, we've known each other for a long time but we lost touch years ago I should have told you before but I wasn't sure how This whole thing has been such a crazy ride, I knew I needed to tell you now or never But before you see me I want you to know you have been the best part of my life since I stumbled across your picture on that site. So whatever happens, thank you. Watching her face as I typed out the message I knew she was confused and then concerned. It was written on her face.Her faint smile returned as she read my final words and blinked a few times. Breathing in, I filled my lungs and bucked my courage as much as I could. I tilted the webcam up and my face came into focus. I'd matured since high school but it was still me. Still Stephan Tanner, her cousin. Mel's eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with her hand in shock. Her eyes teared up and her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh my god," she whispered behind her hand. 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