A naked girl in an empty bath

"OK, we'll call it there. That seems pretty unanimous. Let's go empty that tub!"

Ellen re-entered the bathroom, her twin still in a deep sleep. Keeping the camera steady, she submerged her other hand. Her fingers brushed Maisie's bare feet as she felt blindly around for the plug.

"Got it," she whispered, and yanked it out.

Maisie's head and shoulders had been the only parts of her not underwater, but it took just a few seconds before the top of her breasts broke the surface. The singer continued to doze as more of her body gradually became visible. Less than a minute after it had been full, the bath was empty.

Water droplets clung to Maisie's pale skin, while bubbles slid down her slick body.

"Take your screenshots, guys!" Ellen whispered, pointing the camera down at her sleeping twin. Retreating, she closed the door silently behind, and flopped back down onto her bed.

"Let's leave Maisie to her beauty sleep," Ellen winked. "I'll leave the stream running with a holding screen, but I'll be back on the moment Maisie wakes up!"

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"I'm back, guys!"

Ellen appeared on screen, stifling a laugh.

"Ellen? Are you there?"

A pitiful voice was calling out from behind the closed bathroom door. Ellen leapt off the bed, and bounded over.

"Maisie? You OK?"

"What do you think? Very funny. Now, give me a towel."

"I don't know what you mean!" Ellen replied.

"Oh, and I suppose the bath emptied itself, and all the towels flew out of the window!"

Maisie threw the door open, braced for a round of laughter from her sister, but not bothering to cover a body she knew that Ellen had seen every inch of.

Her expression went from one of annoyance to terror when she saw the blinking red let on her sister's phone.

Screaming, Maisie threw her arms across her torso, and shot back into the bathroom.

"What the fuck, Ellen! Turn it off!"

"Language, Maisie!" Ellen teased. "No need to be shy, get out here, and say hello!"

"Ellen, I am not going to live stream myself stark naked on YouTube!"

"So, about that...there is a possibility SOME of your fans might have seen you when I emptied the bath..."

"Some fans...?"

"Yeah. I mean, only a few tens of thousands. But that's nothing compared to how many listeners you have!"

They heard a muffled sob, before the door opened again, and a very wet, and very embarrassed Maisie Peters stepped out.

"H-hi, guys," she smiled weakly at the camera. "Did you like what you saw?"

With one arm across her chest, and the other wedged between her legs, Maisie sat down on the edge of her bed, where after taking a minute to set up the tripod, she was joined by her twin.

As they started discussing that evening's concert, Maise's eyes darted around the room, trying and failing to locate where Ellen had hidden the towels. She tried to subtly reach for a pillow, but Ellen silently plucked it from her damp fingers.

With only her own body available to cover herself with, the naked girl drew her thighs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around her knees.

Her shivering increased as the cool air from the powerful air conditioning blew over her damp skin, any warmth she'd had from the bath long gone.

She tried her best to engage in small talk with her sister, but couldn't ignore the reality that she was being streamed stark naked around the world.

"Well, I think that's about everything for tonight," Ellen finally signed off. "It's getting pretty late, and I think Maisie's about to freeze solid! Unless you want to chill in your birthday suit for the rest of the night?"

"Definitely not!" Maisie smiled weakly. "I'll be getting dressed the moment this stream is over!"

"I don't know, I don't think your fans would complain if you became a nudist!"

The colour drained from Maisie's face as she imagined walking around stark naked all of the time.

"Err...bye, then!" she stammered, and ended the stream.