A gamer girl's gotta game

We had a pretty normal Saturday afternoon. Since it was a nice late summer day I washed the truck then cooked meat out in the back yard and Cassie chopped up veggies for me to grill, and she turned it all into kebobs. She really can be a sweet and wholesome sister when she feels like it. Emphasis on "when she feels like it".

After our late lunch or early dinner, I set up her stream for the evening. She's gotten in with a group of girl gamers like her. Most of them have way more viewers, but since she's good at games and good on the mic, they let her squad with them. Some of them have darn near 10,000 people watching and their viewers often come over to watch Cassie. Turns out there's a whole community of mostly guys who like watching non-slutty, highly skilled gamer girls, and they're pretty generous with the donations too. So not only does squadding with these women make for an entertaining evening stream, it gets her more viewers and subscribers. It's funny how well this streaming stuff works out, Cassie seems to make more money every month, all for playing video games. What a time to be alive.

I talked to the other girl's managers to get the evening set up. All the popular streamers have managers, and the big-time girl gamers all seemed to be managed by their boyfriends or husbands. It didn't seem exploitative though since they were tasteful streamers like Cassie (it feels weird to call Cassie "tasteful"). But they're the sort of girls who are good at games, they don't act sexy and flirty. Some of them dress like librarians. It nerdy, but kind of chill too.

Cassie wore a red shirt with long sleeves that night, and no cleavage showing. I definitely approved. I mean, she can do what she wants I suppose, but I was definitely glad she wasn't being a glorified camwhore and was actually succeeding based on her skill rather than just being will to show skin and act like a bimbo.

And she is really good at games. Whenever an asshole guy in her chat says she's "just" a girl gamer or that girls can't be as good as guys at games, she'll challenge him to 1v1 in the game of his choice. Most of the time they chicken out and are never heard from again, and even when they do take the challenge she's won every time, usually embarrassing them pretty badly.

All the other managers have assumed I'm Cassie's boyfriend, which is so awkward, but it would be even more awkward to correct them and say I was her brother. I got Cassie in a good squad and then she kicked me off her computer and started streaming while I moderated the chat from my laptop on her bed. The night went really well. Her squad was playing Apex Legends and they were winning most of their games. Cassie went over 2,000 live viewers for the first time and got a bunch of new subscribers.

She streamed until a little past nine. She's been thinking about doing longer streams but short and sweet seems to be working (well, if you consider three-and-a-half hours short). After ending the stream, she changed clothes and went out with her old high school buddies to a dance club. I'd have preferred she not go, since those places can get wild, but it was Saturday night and she was spending her own money. What could I do?

I stayed up until almost one but that was a little too early to expect her back, realistically. I'd thought about setting a curfew but she was an adult and like I said, she was spending her own money. If she wanted to go party until the crack of dawn, I really had no right to stop her. Sure enough as I fell asleep with my bedroom door open to our shared hallway, I didn't hear a peep from her.

I definitely did hear something at about 3:30 in the morning though. I jumped out of bed and went for Dad's gun, which I kept in a quick-access safe by my bed, but before I had it out I heard Cassie's drunken voice singing a Taylor Swift song.

It wasn't a burglar. It was a brat.

I wandered out into the hallway in my boxers. It had taken Cassie a solid minute to make it up the stairs and she was holding onto the wall with both hands to keep herself standing. I switched on the hallway light and saw her wearing some kind of glittery blue dress, wobbling down the hall toward me. She stumbled and her bra-less boobs flopped right out, and she giggled.

"Heya Mikey!" she said, "Did ya miss me?"

"No," I said with a sigh. I could smell the booze before I even touched her, and I also thought I detected some weed. I grabbed her and helped her walk down the hall toward her bedroom. I wished she didn't do that kind of stuff, but most everybody at 18 drinks and does a little weed these days, I'm the weirdo for being stone cold sober ever since I graduated college and became a serious homeowner adult type.

I helped her into her room and unzipped her dress then pulled it off. She was totally naked under it, but this was nothing new for me to see.

She ran around the room naked, her sporty body and shaved twat on full display. "Wheeee I'm nakers!" she said drunkenly. Damnit, the last thing I wanted to see was her totally naked under the bright overhead light of her room. It was higher res than any 4k porno, and she looked so good. Totally hairless, those perfectly sized tits, her abs were even starting to look defined from her daily exercise sessions.

"Come on Cassie, let's get you to bed," I said wearily.

"Nooo I'm a sexy lady!" she said, "All the guys wanted to dance with me at the club, and take me home, and fuck me!"

"Well thank god you didn't let them," I said. Hey, what guy wouldn't want his little sister to stay chaste? The thought of her having casual sex with douchebags from a nightclub made my skin crawl. In my head they were all like the Roxbury Guys from that old sketch on Saturday Night Live.

"You're no fun, Mikey," she whined, putting her hands on her hips as she stood naked in front of me and stuck out her tongue.

I pulled down the sheets on her bed. "Yeah yeah, I'm the killjoy big brother," I said, wanting to get her tucked in so I could go back to bed. This was ruining my night's sleep. "Now come on, let's get you to bed."

"Nuh uh!" she said obnoxiously, running to her computer, "I wanna stream!"

"You're naked, dumbass," I said impatiently.

"I'll get way more viewers this way!" she said gleefully as her computer booted up. I'd built her a lightning-fast gaming rig so this took all of five seconds.

"Oh no you won't," I said, getting annoyed, "You'll get banned if you turn the webcam on now, moron."

It was true, she streamed on a respectable site with a very strict policy on nudity. Streaming naked was an obviously ridiculous idea. But she was drunk and probably high, so all logic went out the window.

She sat naked in her computer chair, jiggling her C-cup breasts at the expensive webcam, which thankfully was still off. She hummed drunkenly then said "Oh yeah, look at my boobies everybody! Aren't they nice!" Perhaps she really thought she was streaming until she looked at the empty desktop screen. "Oh," she said, having at least some awareness, "Well if I can't stream at the usual place I'll make an account at a camgirl site! I'll be a big hit there, and everybody will love to see me naked!"

She loaded a browser and typed "naked webcam girl site boobs" into Google. Even in her drunken state she could type correctly, if not coherently.

"Cassie, you're not going to be a camwhore," I said, grabbing her wrist and pulling it away from the mouse.

"I can do what I want!" she yelled. I looked down at her fleshy boobs, glistening with sweat from her state of excitement. Her brown nipples were hard. She definitely had the assets to be a star camwhore too if she gave it a try.

"Let go of me, Mike! I wanna be a camwhore!"

What could I do?