My Private Camwhore

I never intended to become a blackmailer. I was only trying to protect my sister...at first. I always thought of myself as a good person but, when it came down to it, I couldn't resist temptation.

It all started at a kind of a lonely time in my life. I'd never been that social in school, and college was proving no different. I didn't have many friends, and lately the one guy I could usually count on Kirk had been blowing me off with stupid excuses about stuff he had to do, so I was feeling down. It didn't help that I was still living at home with my family (I just couldn't justify the expense of on-campus housing when I lived such a short drive away) and spent most of my evenings there.

I guess it wasn't surprising then that I would lock myself in my room and kill time the Internet almost every day. Sometimes I'd surf forums or dick around social media, but I know what you're thinking and it's true, a lot of it (maybe even most of it) was looking at porn. Still, it wasn't just any porn. Honestly, the hardcore stuff and even pornstars made me a little uncomfortable. It just all seemed so fake. So I found myself gravitating toward girls my age, who looked like someone I might see around campus. I'd watch amateur stuff, sure, but honestly, even that felt...I don't know, like she was doing it for someone else?

I guess more than just wanting to get off, I wanted to feel like I was getting a piece of what I was missing in my (lack of a) social life. And that's what lead me to camgirl sites. There, I could look at girls my age and talk to them without them having to see me, which eased a lot of my nervousness. It got to be addictive. It wasn't just what you could see...but how hard she was trying, how she focused just on me, even if only for a moment. Sure, it was an act, but it felt more like a game. Her trying to get me to pay her to see what she came on that site to show, and me trying to see how much I could get her to do without shelling any out. At least once a week, and sometimes once a day, I would talk a hot girl's bra off. If I was lucky, I'd convince her to take off everything. Those days were epic...and arousing, of course.

Still, I felt a little bad for those girls. Many of them ended up getting recorded, and the videos spread all over the place. Some were even blackmailed into doing more than they wanted. I didn't like that part of it, but I my lust for contact (and yeah, boobs) outweighed my indignation. So I remained one of the faceless crowd of people in those rooms asking for them to show us tummy or bra in hopes of more and angling for any little response to my comment, for her to focus, if only for a moment, on me. And in my anonymity, I could avoid thinking about her as a real person. She was just my fantasy girl and I didn't have to worry about anything bad happening to her.

But that all came crashing down in a heartbeat. I always kept a watch out for the new users, since they were the ones most likely to be talked into something. I checked out a new user's room several times an hour. This particular time, I entered a room and was rewarded with the image of a girl's flat tummy. That was always a good sign, and my dick started to harden in anticipation. Then, as I looked closer, I realized something seemed odd. I began focusing on the room instead of the girl and realized that I recognized it. When she stopped showing her tummy and sat back down in front of the computer, my suspicions were confirmed. It was my sister. She was only down the hall from me, in her room, and I was watching her on webcam.

My sister Erin had only turned 18 a week ago, three years younger than me and still in high school. She had long dark brown hair and has always been super cute, with a shy smile and a bubbly look, and faint freckles that you can only see when you get close. When she laughs she reminds me of one of those cartoon faeries. She wasn't like most girls on the site. For one thing, she looked way too young to be on there (I'd often tease her about how she'd get stares just getting tickets to an R-rated movie or getting behind the wheel of a car). Heck, she even still had braces! Also distinguishing her from the other camgirls is that she hadn't dressed up for the show, wearing her usual jeans and a loose shirt. She'd been a bit of a tomboy, but the kind who was still clearly a girl. She wasn't into makeup, but didn't need it either. Her hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Erin was also a cool kid, by my judgment. She was sweet and really smart, and into a lot of the same geeky stuff as I was. Sure she bugged me a lot, too, but I loved her. Honestly, the silver lining of living at home was getting to see her every day and would have and would still do anything for her. Our dad died when we were young so I was more protective of her than most older brothers.

And I'd just gotten hard at seeing her flashing her tummy. Knowing who she was didn't turn me on more...but, to my shame, my erection wasn't going down, either. The other people in the chat room were asking to see even more and I sat there, dumbfounded, and watched as she teased them, inching her shirt up again, more slowly this time. With a playfully embarrassed smile, she answered the demands of those in the chat room and pulled her shirt up higher, over her sports bra.

I knew what would happen if I didn't act. Hell, if it were anyone else, I would have been joining in on encouraging it! She was like a lot of girls, in love with the sudden attention she was getting and willing to go a little farther each time. It was trouble. I had to put a stop to it. You might be willing to let that happen to some stranger, but if you see trouble coming at your sister, you do whatever it takes to protect her. So I did the first thing I could think of...