Submission and a show.

"Good girl. Look at you... you're amazing, Becky. And I bet you want to be even better, don't you?"

Becky tried to find her voice to reply, but couldn't bring herself to speak. She nodded ever so slightly, despite that nagging voice in the back of her head trying to set off warning bells. She did want to be good for him - she wanted to make him happy, to follow these strange feelings and see where they led.

"Drop the arm."

It took her a moment to consciously realize that her arm was down, her face and teenaged breasts completely exposed on camera for her 'uncle' to see. She shifted a little, almost chickening out and covering up again, but something about the look on his face gave her the courage to keep showing them to him.

"Damn, Becky... I had a feeling about you, but I never thought you would be this good!" Eric said, voice husky. "You like being seen like this, don't you?"

She nodded again, but he gave her the same look she remembered from when she was younger: that slightly skeptical, I-expect-more-than-that-young-lady expression. "Say it," he told her.

"Y-yes, I like it..." she practically whispered.

"Yes, I like it, sir." He corrected.

"Yes, I like it... sir." Why did that feel so wrong, but so right for her to say? Her heart pounded in her chest, a blend of nerves and something deeper as she parroted what he said.

"Then keep going. Show me how grown up you've become. Show me the rest of that sexy body of yours."

A little shiver running through her body at being called sexy - not cute, not any number of diminutive little pet names someone might call a child, but sexy and grown up and mature and desired - Becky stood up and turned the laptop so that she was still clearly in view.

She stood up, still looking at his face on the bright screen of the laptop he sent her, and hooked her fingers on either side of her pajama pants and slid them - and her cotton panties - down her legs.

"Fuck, Becky, you are perfect. Turn around and show me your ass."

The girl followed his orders and turned around, past the point where she questioned why she was doing this.