I saw the cam light flash once. John collapsed on the couch and pulled me to him. I played with his semi-limp cock and asked, "What do you do with your lily-white girlfriends after they taste this big beautiful black cock?"

He laughed and said, "You're fixing to find out, bitch."

I kissed him and said, "Do tell."

My brain went into overdrive. OMG I was about to be fucked by my half brother and somebody was watching us. My pussy was flowing as my body tickled with excitement as he rolled me under him.

I whispered, "Make sure he can see you in my pussy."

John smiled at me and adjusted our position so the camera on my laptop pointed between our legs. He used his legs to spread mine further and whispered back, "You sure, sis."

I gave him the best lust-filled look I could and said, "Fuck me hard."

I gasped as I felt his big black cock start to open my pussy up. I looked at the camera over John's shoulder as John started pumping his cock in and out of me. At that moment my brain decided I didn't want the experience to stop. It wasn't just my half-brother fucking me; it was the fact that I was getting fucked while someone was watching.

Before I knew it John slammed his cock into my pussy and grunted. I felt his cum fill me. My thoughts were so focused on how exhibitionistic the act was, and with the stranger voyeur watching, I barely noticed I was about to cum. But when I did, there was no blocking it out. My body shook like I was having a seizure. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my brain lost focus. I felt my pussy clamp down on John's cock so hard he groaned in pain. I squirted like I had peed.

When it was all over John moaned, "Oh fuck, Sis. That was unreal."

I was panting like a dog on a hot summer day. I kissed John and whispered, "You should move so he can see your cum in my pussy."

John frowned and said, "Oh fuck, Sis. I forgot to ask. Fucking you was so hot I couldn't stop."

I kissed him again and said, "It's all right. It won't be the last time. That is if you want to."

He moaned as he pulled out of me. While his cum dripped from me, he said, "Fuck, that was a silly statement, but you looked like you weren't here. Your body was, but your brain left the room."

I looked at the camera and fingered the cum dripping from my pussy. I replied to John, "My brain was on the person on the other end of that camera."

The light flashed as I licked off the cum on my fingers.

John whispered, "I have only heard his voice. I am not positive who he is, but I think I know."

I sighed and said, "I am not sure I really want to know. I just want him to keep watching."

John laughed as he said, "It is rather kinky, but so is fucking my half-sister."

I smacked his arm and replied, "Best piece of ass you ever had."

John grabbed me and said, "Time for a second piece."

I didn't object as he started pounding my sloppy pussy. This time my focus was on what was sliding in and out of me. As he pounded me, I saw the little light flashing like crazy. I managed to get John rolled over, and I ground my hips into his. Our watcher could easily see John's cock impaling my pussy.

I was on the verge of cumming when John grunted and said, "Fuck, I am cumming."

I groaned, "So am I."

I looked back at the camera as I felt John's cock swell inside me. I don't remember much after that except waking up naked on the daybed with cum dripping out of my pussy. I was posed so whoever was on the camera could see. That almost made me cum again.

I sat up, keeping my legs spread, and looked at the camera. I asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

The light blinked twice. I smiled and asked, "You want to see John and me again."

The light blinked once.

Puzzled, I asked, "My boyfriend and me?"

Again, one flash.

I started breathing heavier at the thought of what that implied. I asked, "Other guys?"

Light blinked twice.

That made my pussy clench and push out more of John's cum.

So I asked, "Want to see me lick that?"

Two blinks.

I scooped up the cum with my fingers and licked it off.

I asked, "You like that." Two blinks.

I had to know so I said, "You want me to suck you?"

No blinks.

I asked, "Do I know you?"

Two blinks.

I was debating whether to ask the next question or not. My curiosity won, and I asked, "Are we related?"

One blink, long pause, and a second blink.

My next question almost went unanswered: "Is your cock hard?"

Seconds passed, but the light finally blinked twice.

My pussy was thumping. Even without the mess of cum, I was flowing. He could easily see it.

I asked, "Do you want to fuck me?"

One blink.

Surprised, I asked, "Just watch me being fucked?"

Two blinks.

I asked, "You like seeing John's cum dripping from my pussy?"

Two blinks.

I reached between my legs and ran my finger through the cum. After licking it off my finger, I said, "I like how it feels and tastes. You like seeing me taste John's cum."

Two blinks.

I smiled and said, "Can I taste yours?"

No blinks.

I laughed and asked, "Does that mean maybe?"

Two blinks.

I looked seriously at the cam and said, "We need a better way to communicate."

A long pause, and the cam light started blinking. I recognize the pattern. It was Morse code. That narrows down who was on the other end. Not many people knew I knew Morse code, and even fewer were related to me.

He was signaling the names of chat apps. I had three of them. So I told him which one to use. He signaled back, "Hawkgirl16."

I said, "Yes."

He replied, "No voice, no cam."

I just said, "Deal."

The next thing I heard was a beep, and a message popped up on the screen: "You have a friend request from Hawkman36."

I accepted the request and typed, "This way is much better."

I smiled at the reply, "Hello, beautiful. You look breathtaking naked, but would you indulge me and get dressed?"

I replied, "Sure, can I shower first?"

He replied, "LOL, sure, but would you wear what I ask you to wear?"

I thought the conversation was getting interesting and replied, "Sure, I guess you know what I wear, don't you?"

He replied, "I have known you for years, but I have been watching you closer since your birthday. I know some of your clothes. If we are going to keep playing this game, I will buy you more of what I'd like to see you wear. If you're OK doing that."

I replied, "What kind of clothes?"

He typed, "Sexy stuff you can wear in public and naughty stuff you can wear while talking to me."

I laughed and replied, "Naughty stuff. OK, I guess we can continue this. Why don't you want to fuck me."

A long pause and then the reply, "I can't. Not yet."

I replied, "What?"

He replied, "A story for another day. I just want to watch you for now. Not just with John or your boyfriend and not just with guys."

That sent a thrill through me. I typed back, "You want me to have sex with other guys and girls?"

One-word reply, "Yes."

I answered back, "While you watch?"

Again, one word: "Yes."

A thought occurred to me, so I asked, "Are you watching others?"

Hawkman replied, "That is a fair question. John fucked my daughter and I saw it happen. I was embarrassed but turned on, so I hacked into your network and watched him. I never turned on your camera until the night of your birthday. I had seen him masturbating to your picture, so I 'blackmailed' him. Sorry."

I laughed so hard I almost couldn't reply, "Haha, I have been daydreaming of having sex with John. Not sure you needed to blackmail him."

Hawkman replied, "Are you OK with this?"

I typed back, "Free clothes and sex—what's not to like?"

Hawkman replied, "I may ask you to do some really kinky stuff, and I'd like to send you more cameras."

I replied, "More. Why?"

His reply made me laugh. "So you didn't question the kinky stuff, but you did with the cameras? I want to be able to see every inch of that treehouse and hear you."

I replied, "OK, I am going to take a shower now."

His reply floored me: "Shayera, you don't need to do this for free."

I shut down the laptop lid and sat there. Could I actually accept being paid to be his personal porn star? How much would he pay me?

Then my brain shifted to detective mode. He's related, has a daughter, and knows I know Morse code. That leaves just two people. My stepfather's brothers. Logically, it could be my stepdad, but he said he saw John have sex with his daughter before I met her, which rules him out.

I am one hundred percent sure only one of the two is smart enough to hack into our network. He did help my stepdad install it all.

After I showered I dressed as sexy as I could and opened the laptop up. I typed, "You still there, Uncle Hawkman?"

A minute later, the reply was, "You always were too smart for your sexy britches."

I replied, "Well, you did give yourself away with the Morse code."

I stood up and twirled around. When I sat back down, I typed, "You like?"

A smiley emoji appeared on the screen and the words, "So, you still ok with this?"

I replied, "Yes."

He replied, "$500 a week, plus your clothes."

I replied, "Fuck, Uncle Andy, you sure?"

His response made me laugh again: "Hawkman, please, and yes, I am sure."

I typed, "You're making me a slutty porn star."

He typed back, "I know, but just for me."

I asked, "Did you really like watching John fuck Little Hawk?"

A long pause. "Yes. I surprised myself by not being mad. It was like she wanted to be caught. John was fucking her in her room the night she turned eighteen, and the door was open. The words that were coming out of her mouth were a major turn-on."

I typed back, "Little Hawk has a rep around school. I would put money on her wanting your D."

He replied, "You think she does?"

I replied, "Fuck, Hawkman, let me see it."

The video flashed on. I was looking at one big, thick, white cock.

I typed, "If she's seen that, she wants it. I know I want it now." I had to ask, "Is my stepdad's that big?"

He replied, "We all inherited that gene, sweetheart."

I leaned back, flipped up my skirt, and started fingering my bare pussy, then I typed, "I am beyond excited about being your porn queen. I bet I could get little Hawk up here. I know she's been with other girls. I haven't, but I am curious."

His reply, "$1000 every time you do."

I replied, "Are you trying to make me a whore?"

He replied with a sad face emoji, "Sorry, no. Just got carried away."

I replied back, "It's OK. I want to be your slutty internet porn whore. So what would you like me to wear for you?"

He replied, "Unbutton your blouse slowly, then stand up."

I smiled as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I reached in and started playing with my breast as I looked as sexy as I could at the camera. I stood up slowly and swirled around.

On my screen, I saw "Unzip the skirt and remove your panties. Please keep them off while we talk. I will get you some that are sexier."

I asked, "How do you want me to act when we actually see each other?"

He replied, "Unless we are alone, ignore me like you always do."

I replied back, "I don't ignore you. Well, not on purpose."

He typed, "I am going to buy you some fishnet hose and a garter belt. Skirts that split up the side. Sexy blouses, a few sexy negligees, and other things."

I replied, "You want me to pretend I am Little Hawk?"

He replied, "No, well, maybe occasionally. We can roleplay other things. Do you have any teachers who catch your eye? Maybe somebody you babysit for? Other people?"

I typed back, "Well now that I am sexually active, I do see guys differently, even a few older men."

He answered back, "OK, we'll work on that. Would you really want to try and get Little Hawk in the treehouse?"

I laughed. "With or without John?"

Another one-word reply, "Both."

My pussy was flowing, and I showed him.

He typed, "Will you allow your pussy hair to grow back?"

This time I said, "Not as long as I am playing volleyball back. Those short hairs get stuck in the spandex shorts and hurt."

He answered, "OMG, OK, fair enough. Is that why Little Hawk is shaved?"

I replied, "No, Little Hawk gets dicked by somebody who likes her shaved. The guy is clean-shaven too."

Hawkman asked me a question that made me think. He asked, "Did you enjoy John's BBC?"

I couldn't deny that I did. Was my enjoyment due to his size, his being Black, our relationship as half-siblings, or a combination of all these factors? There are only a few ways to find out, so I asked, "Did you enjoy seeing me fucked by a BBC, or was it because it was John?"

Hawkman replied, "I would like to see you used by black cocks."

I typed back, "Used?"

He replied, "Yes, sweetheart, used. You know what that means."

My pussy was thumping hard as I replied, "Yes, I do."

Hawkman replied, "That's good because I want to use you for my pleasure."

A part of me didn't like where this was going, but ironically I walked into this. Could I stop it? I had to know, so I typed, "What if I don't want to be used?"

He replied, "Your choice. Block this conversation, and no bad feelings."

I started to delete and block, but I hesitated. My pussy was winning the battle between logic and libido, so I typed, "So you want me to bring other Black guys up here to have their way with me?"

He replied, "Yes. Especially older Black men. I want you to beg them not to cum in you. Make them believe you aren't on birth control."

I replied, "I am, though."

He replied, "LOL, they don't need to know that. You tell a man not to cum in you, and he's going to. You let him in you bareback; he's going to cum in you."

The logic of that statement didn't escape me. Both John and my boyfriend had unprotected sex with me, and both ejaculated inside me.

He continued, "You can have condoms ready for their use. Let them decide to use them or not. Just don't tell them to use one."

I had to admit I love the feel of cum dripping from my pussy and down my leg. I let my finger hover over the delete key, but I couldn't do it. I type, "OK, when do we start?"

His reply, "Good girl, I will let you know."

The chat ended. I spent the day thinking and doing a lot of self-love. I didn't hear a thing from Hawkman until it was almost the weekend.

While in study hall my camera light came on. My pussy immediately started getting wet. My brain started to wonder what he would make me do. Didn't take long. Morse code started, "Unbutton your blouse. Just two buttons."

Fuck, I was getting really wet. I looked around and slowly and discreetly unbuttoned the top two buttons.

More Morse code: "Show some cleavage."

Now I was breathing heavy and was horny enough to fuck anyone. I slowly opened my blouse.

More Morse code: "That's a good girl. Are you wet?"

I mouthed, "Fuck, I am drenched."

Again the Morse, "Good girl. Now show me how wet. Finger yourself."

Ohhh fuck, this shit was about to make me cum in the middle of study hall. I mouthed that to Hawkman.

He replied, "That's a good girl."

I mouthed, "My teacher is going to see me. You want me to cum?"

Three letters, "Y E S."

I didn't hesitate. I slipped my finger under my panties and started rubbing my clit. I really didn't care who saw me. All I cared about was making myself cum. That really didn't take too long. All this had me ready to explode. I looked up, and my teacher was looking at me. I locked my lust-filled eyes on his and squeaked when I came. I kept my eyes on my teacher while I licked my fingers clean.

I watched as he wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. The note said, "After school, my office."

I looked up and smiled at him. I bit my lower lip as I nodded my head. The little light on my laptop flashed "Good Girl" when I held the note so Hawkman could see.

After study hall was over, my laptop was blocked from internet access again, so I was lost in my thoughts. What had I got myself into? I knew the answer to that. My panties were drenched by the time after school came around. I went into the girls' room and took them off. Cleaned up my pussy because I was sure people could smell how horny I was.

I knocked on Mr. Roberts' office door and heard him say, "Come on in." When I entered his room, he was behind his desk. He smiled and said, "Lock the door and come here." I bit my lip as I reached behind me and locked the door.

As I walked over to his desk, he pushed his chair back. His cock was out and hard. I took a deep breath as I smiled at the thought of that being in me soon. He smiled back and said, "Sit on my desk with your feet on the edge."

I did as he asked, and he slid his chair closer to me. He spread my legs and slid my skirt up, exposing my thighs and...