RowdyGirl› niiiice!
Strummer94› does it feel good?
RowdyGirl› so fucking good. wish you were here with me
Strummer94› are you going to come?
RowdyGirl› soon. are you jacking off?
Strummer94› yes my cock is
I stared at the screen, watching the letters as my hand worked under my panties, using my fingertip to rub over my slick, swollen clit. The pleasure was building inside of me, preparing for its release.
“Come on, Bobby,” I muttered, “your cock is what?”
I continued to stare, waiting for his words so that I could time our orgasms and come with him.
After a moment, I focused on the keyboard, using my free hand to type out ‘Bobby?’ But when I looked up at the screen, what I had typed didn’t appear. Grabbing the mouse, I swirled it around, watching in frustration as the pointer on the screen didn’t move.
“Shit!” I muttered. “Shit, shit!”
The computer had locked up again, and at the worst possible time. I wanted to come, but didn’t want to do it without my friend, Bobby.
We had met online a year ago, and quickly became close, sharing secrets with him that I didn’t share with my best friends. He had been shy, and I guessed his age was younger than the eighteen he claimed. Probably closer to sixteen. But as we got to know each other, his shyness had turned into inquisitiveness, as we shared the intimate details of our sex lives.
I wanted to meet him, but he lived on the other side of the country, so we had to settle for sharing intimate encounters in words only.
The first time I had come with him had been surprisingly intense, as I followed his directions, allowing my hands to become his, touching all those sensitive spots and pretending it was him. Then I did the same, explaining how I wanted him to stroke his cock. When he came, he was very good at describing how it felt, making me feel like I was right there with him.
I slapped the side of my monitor. “Come on!”
Suddenly, a popup window appeared on my screen, informing me that the hard drive was corrupt, and needed reformatting. Fuck! I knew it wasn’t true, just some virus, but it meant that my computer was screwed.
I sighed and rubbed my face in my hands, catching the scent of my arousal still on my fingers. But the mood was gone. I was too pissed to be horny.
“Dammit!” I said, standing and glaring at the monitor. This was a job for my brother.
I left my bedroom and walked down the hall to the next door, knocking on it.
“Brandon?”
“Yes?”
“Got a minute?”
“One sec.”
A moment later the door opened, and my brother stood in front of me. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt that came down to his thighs and was half unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest. His long dark hair hung down around his deep blue eyes.
He’s your brother, he’s your brother, he’s your brother, I chanted to myself, as I felt my eyes begin to wander curiously over the soft trace of hair that was visible through the open shirt.
Actually, he was my stepbrother, but close enough. When we first became brother and sister five years ago, he wasn’t that impressive. Fourteen at the time — a year older than me — he was just a typical teenager, and an annoying boy living in the house. But over the years he had changed, growing taller and filling out, starring in both football and hockey. I became the envy of all the other girls, who couldn’t believe the fact that I was lucky enough to have a hunk like Brandon living in my house. Despite all that, I managed to keep myself in check, constantly reminding myself we shared the same parents.
But when he had come home from college for the summer a month ago, he was different than when he left. His face was more rugged, and his body thicker, showing a hint of the man he would eventually become.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“My computer has a virus.”
He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. “I told you to stay away from that Russian porn.”
I felt my cheeks getting hot. “No, it’s not my fault.”
He gave me a condescending look. “Mandy, you wouldn’t be getting viruses if you stayed away from that stuff.”
“Maybe you didn’t clean it all off last time.”
He folded his arms. “And maybe I shouldn’t clean it at all this time.”
“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. No more porn.”
The corners of his full lips turned up into a slight smile. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go.”
I led him down the hall to my room, and he sat in my desk chair. He typed randomly on the keyboard, and moved the mouse, confirming that it was locked up. Leaning in, he read the message in the popup window.
He continued reading, even though the message was short. His eyes were focused on the screen in concentration. I looked at him curiously, wondering what he was doing.
Then it hit me. He wasn’t reading the popup message. He was reading what was behind it — the end of my conversation with Bobby.
Shit! I had forgotten all about it.
I stepped forward and hit the power button on the front of the computer. The screen went black.
He blinked, then looked up at me with a curious expression.
“I thought it would be better to turn it off, so the virus doesn’t do any more damage.”
He stared at me longer. “Right.”
“What?” I gave him my best innocent look.
He just sighed and shook his head. “You may as well go watch some TV or something, this is going to take a while.”
I grinned. “Thanks, brother.”
An hour later I was sitting on the couch watching a movie when Brandon came down and sat beside me.
“You’re all clean,” he said.
“Thanks!” I leaned into him and gave him a hug, making sure to keep it sisterly. Although my nips hardened slightly as they brushed against his chest.
“You’re welcome. Um, Mandy?”
“Yeah?”
“You do know that when you talk to people online, there’s no way to be sure they’re really who they say they are?”
My cheeks got warm. “I know that.”
“I just think you should be careful.”
“I am careful. Bobby is my friend. I know everything about him.”
“Do you? Or do you just know what he’s told you?”
“We’ve been friends for a long time. He’s a sweet guy. He would never do anything to hurt me. You don’t spend a lot of time with someone without getting to know them.”
“You would never do anything stupid, right?”
“Stupid? Like what?”
“Like meeting someone from online?”
“Of course not.”
“I saw what you told that guy, about wishing you lived closer.”
“Brandon, that’s just Bobby. He’s harmless. Trust me.”
“Do you talk to anyone else?”
“Not like that.”
He nodded. “Ok. But just be careful, alright?”
