My Name Is...

This chapter originally written by BiBiComte, minor edits by Samus1001

"...Emily Page, and if you liked this video, please be sure to leave a like or comment, and as always, please hit that subscribe button to show your interest in more videos like this in the future! See you on the flip side!!"

A knock came on the door as the girl turned off her phone.

"Yeah?" the teen flipped over in the bed. Her fitting jeans rolled against the mattress as she swung her legs over the side of it. Her bubble butt bounced upon the bed, which also caused her supple chest to follow suit with a quiet touch not far after.

"Emily," came the voice. "Dinner's ready."

Emily blinked as she registered it. She knew that voice. That voice was...

...was...

...was Caleb, Hazel's brother.

Smiling to herself, the girl got up. Silently and on tippy toes, she proceeded to the door, placing one ear against it. Hearing nothing, she twisted the doorknob open. There, at the top of the stairs, stood Caleb, his back to her.

"Boo!" With little tact, she snuck up behind him and prodded his back with clawed fingers. Caleb jumped and turned, then saw the culprit before him. "Hahaha, you should see the look on your face," giggled the tight bodied young woman, and Caleb chuckled a second or two afterward. However, this only caused a new look to follow, as he looked at her with new, apparent studiousness.

"Emily," Caleb held his breath, as he glanced downward at her bulging shirt, gulped, then stared her in the eye, "I was just wondering, and have been wondering, for years... it's okay if I look at your breasts, right?"

Jaw dropping open, the girl stared back at him. Caleb didn't look away, an expression of patience coloring his gaze. Finally, Emily slapped him hard in the arm. "Oh my god, Caleb! You're such a pervert," she said behind a lighthearted jab, "You know, I always knew you were." Then, one swift second later, she put her hands on her hips, thrust out her chest and slid her shoulders up and down, as if doing a mini dance number.

"What do you think?" she asked with a suggestive glance. Caleb replied to the orbs in front of him.

"I think your breasts look great."

"Thank you," she smiled. Before she could say anything else, however, Caleb took the initiative and reached over and grabbed a handful of her tits, squeezing them between his fingers. The soft but firm flesh melted in his hands. Eyes like predators, he grinned in approval. "Oh!" Meanwhile, Emily laughed and slapped his hands away, making a show of covering her chest up with her arms. "Naughty Caleb! I can't believe you'd do that to your own cousin of all people!" She said this without any ounce of real malice. Caleb put his hands up in surrender, detaching them from the girl.

"Right, sorry." He looked down, eyeing her tight jeans. He pictured the pair of legs underneath them and licked his lips. "I'll try to hold myself together."

"You better," Emily pointed at him with a fake finger gun, "or else I'mma make a YouTube vid about my cousin's dirty minded brother."

Caleb raised a brow. YouTube vid? "YouTube, huh?" he said cheekily. "Are you some internet star by night I don't know about?"

Emily smiled, apparently entering a subject of interest to her. Caleb watched as she folded her arms and tilted her head. "Not yet. Just making some casual make up tutorials and vlog type stuff for the time being. Oh, and finished a little sketch with Hazel yesterday. She can be a good sport even if she sometimes gets cold feet."

"You just started?"

"Oh, no, this has been going on for almost a year now."

Well that was new. Caleb tapped his chin. He wondered if they ever told him about that previously, but couldn't remember it.

He thought.

Then again, this could be another example of the watch's effects working behind the scenes. Making someone like Emily comfortable enough to talk to him about it for the first time. Turning to look at the lithe girl, he had to marvel at how convenient this made things.

Then, suddenly, he had a horrible idea.

"Emily," Caleb said in a propositional tone, and tried to control himself as she looked up at him, "don't female Youtubers normally get bored of make-up tutorials and vlogs and other ordinary, family friendly stuff, though? Aren't there more interesting things to document?"

Emily blinked at him thoughtfully as he continued.

"Like, for example..." Pointing at Emily's chest, he revealed, "Their bodies, or others' bodies. You know. Anatomical, sexual explorations. Normally, that's a lot more interesting than just a plain old make-up video, right? Getting to point out the best parts of your body in front of thousands of viewers is what female Youtubers such as yourself normally do, as well as creating content that is meant to titillate and please viewers to a possible point of sexual climax. Not some make-up tutorial."

A few seconds passed, when Emily eventually rolled her eyes. "Well, duh," she said, punching his arm, "of course, silly! That's why in my next vid, I'm going to spend ten minutes just rolling my breasts in my hands in front of the cam. I want some of my viewers to get off on me, after all; otherwise what's the point?" She looked contemplatively at her fingers. "Then, after that, I'll probably shake my butt in a very sexy dance I'll have to learn off of Keisha. Then after that, a Q&A about my favorite sex positions. Then, a masturbation video. And then...."

Excitedly she trailed off as more ideas for her (and, as Caleb hoped, every other Youtuber out there) new direction in her online career poured into her cranium. His work there was done.

After this, they called down Hazel who was in the bathroom. When she came out, she laughed at Caleb's ass-slapping hand, wiggling her butt into his palm. Once he was done with his bottom-fondling, Emily offered her own ass to him, and, of course, he took it. When they made it down to the dining room, they gathered together and began eating up. Throughout the meal, Caleb would give dirty glances to the women around the table, and typically he would feel their responses via one of them sliding a bare foot up his leg to his crotch to rub under their toes, (which, after being followed by two others, became a bit of a tangled mess -- but a pleasant one nevertheless), all while they casually stuck their forks into their peas mid-conversation over the latest local gas price controversy.

It was only when they had finished, and his mom had gotten up to collect the plates, that he felt two familiar mounds push up against the back of his head, along with a hard pair of nipples. Before he could ask who it was, his question was quickly answered as Emily's voice whispered sultrily into his ear. "Sorry for being so blatant, but," the girl apologized in advance. Then her hand then went down to grip Caleb's already rigid cannon through his pants, her arm pushing against his side as she squeezed. "...is it just my imagination, or is that an anaconda in your pants?"

Caleb was about to say, 'Anaconda,' when his mom's voice fumbled in from the living room.

"Caleb! Your dad and I are about to have sex on the couch, now! Get your butts over here," she warned playfully, "or you'll miss it."

"Ooh," they cold hear Hazel's voice following the plop of the recliner, "are you going to try stretching her like Caleb did, Dad?"

"Pff, that pussy is already as stretched out as it's gonna get, sweetie. As if I'll ever reach the same monster sized cock-cellence of my son." Mr. Anders' voice baritoned above the sound of rustling clothes. "All I could hope is that he has a good time watching us, or at least his beautiful mom's breasts swinging while she gets another round. You know, she used to be quite the screamer back in college. But with this stretched vagina she's probably bound to crack a glass in pleasure if she ain't careful..."

"Charles!"

"What? I'm just telling them how you were like in your younger, wilder years."

"I know," came Mom's hushed reply, "but do you have to say that as if that was the only sexual quality you remember fondly of me? There was more to me than just a loud moaner, you know. As I recall, you always begged me to do that thing with my hips the night before each serious exam."

In the dining room, Caleb smiled. The normalities had taken root just as planned, as he could very well see. He turned to Emily. Standing up, he dropped one hand down and squeezed her buttocks, gesturing to the living room. "Well, nothing like watching two adults go at it in real time. Let's go."

The girl stood in place, however, as she looked at him with an apologetic smile. "Um, I would love to join you, Caleb, but..."

"But what?" Caleb, puzzled, wondered if the normality hadn't worked on her for some reason.

"Well, it's fine if you want to watch your parents have sex," she explained, "but it would be weird for me to be there, watching two naked adult bodies just rutting like that, you know... unless, they were my folks or something."

At first Caleb just blinked at her. Then, as it dawned on him what had happened, he broke into a carapace of laughter. Emily just looked at him with a smile, hesitant, but a smile nonetheless, as she wondered what was so funny.

Of course she was reticent. He had made it normal for all parents to let their children watch, but never specified cousins or other relatives. This meant that, while she found it completely acceptable for him and Hazel to watch their parents having sex, and for the very act itself to be reasonable, she'd be crossing a line of discomfort if she were to join along.

Caleb shook his head. Talk about dissonance.

"Don't worry," he waved her worries away, and patted his dick underneath his pants. "Tell me what you were going to say earlier, before Mom interrupted us."

The gleam re-appeared in Emily's eyes, and she looked at Caleb with an appetite for dessert. "Oh, nothing, really. I just wanted to know if your little package was, you know... sufficient enough to give your good 'ol cousin a bit of a stretch, that's all."

The grin in his face ate more shit than a mudpie-loving cow as he grabbed the top of his pants and tugged them downward, exposing his hard, sizable penis to said cousin. Her lips parted at his genital's presentation, and she stuck a hand against her breast in the guise of folding her arms. "What was that about little?"

After breaking out of her daze, Emily looked back up at Caleb. "Oh please, Caleb. Please please please, can you stretch my little pussy with that, with that, with that beast!"

Her hopeful eyes pierced him. "Oh, I don't know..."

"Please!" the taut cousin repeated. One eye on her breasts, Caleb finally gave in.

"Okay, fine." Emily pumped a fist, saying something about getting her pussy officially stretched for the first time and how monumental of a moment this was. "But only if we do it in the living room with everyone there."

"Sweet, fine with me," Emily nodded. "That means your parents could chaperone it, so that kills two birds with one stone! Also while they have sex, too, so it'll be kind of like an orgy." She laughed at her vulgar joke, and Caleb chuckled. Now she got it.

"Yep. Besides..." he looked at her with a sparkle of his own as he remembered something else. "Wouldn't this make for some great material for your channel, too? Nothing like seeing a hot girl getting rammed by a pussy-stretching cock, right?"

As he looked at her, an effortless smile split Emily's cheeks and she stepped towards the stairs. "Caleb, you're brilliant! My viewers will probably cum buckets from something like that," she said with a raised hand. "Hold on, I'll get my phone!"

And with that, she was up the flight. Caleb nodded in contentment as he adjusted his collar and entered the living room, where his naked mother and father now lay while Hazel sat in the recliner, texting. His gaze shifted to the side. As promised, a thousand dollars and a pair of condoms were set on the table. He smirked, taking a step forward. This was going to be a productive night.