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“Looks like we’re leaving them on,” Dex said. “For the next vote, do you want us to leave the camera where it is while we blow each other, or do you want it POV style where we let you see what we see?”

The audience voted overwhelmingly for POV style, which wasn’t a surprise.

“And for the last vote before you get some action, do you want me to do Alex first, or for him to do me first?” Dex asked.

This time I was surprised when they voted for me to go first. I would have thought they’d want to see Dex’s face, not mine.

“That okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded. I’d spent way too much time thinking about how much I wanted to get my mouth on him again, and my body tightened with anticipation as he picked up the tripod with the webcam on it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his ass right up at the edge, and spread his legs wide.

I slid to the floor and knelt between them. Dex held the camera up near his head and angled it down, then flicked his gaze to the laptop to presumably check the angle.

It was weird to think that thousands of people were looking down at me like they were in Dex’s position and that my face was the focus of the show right now, but it didn’t dampen my arousal—or my eagerness to get my mouth back on Dex’s dick.

“Ready?” I whispered.

He nodded.

Ignoring the camera, I hooked my fingers over the waistband of his jock and slowly tugged it down, keeping eye contact with him as his cock sprang free.

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip as I tucked the material under his balls. I lowered my gaze to his hard dick, and my mouth watered when I saw a bead of precum form on his tip.

Gripping his base, I pressed my tongue against his slit. His taste exploded in my senses, dark and heady with a hint of something wild.

Dex’s breathing picked up, and I lifted my gaze to his as I dragged my tongue stud over his cockhead in a teasing circle.

His eyes were so bright they looked emerald green, the brown nearly invisible except for a few spots like flaws in a gemstone. His long curls fell around his face, framing his sharp jawline and rugged features. I was a huge fan of his signature backward ball cap, but seeing him all disheveled like this made everything feel more intimate, even with the camera pointing at me.

Keeping my gaze locked on his, I lapped at his cockhead, teasing him with my tongue and my piercing.

He carded his fingers in my hair, not trying to move me or force me to take more of him, and the illusion of control only served to rachet up my desire.

If someone had asked me a few weeks ago if I’d like having my hair held or even pulled during sex, my answer would have been a resounding no. But for some reason, I loved when Dex did it.

Wanting more, I closed my lips around his cockhead and slowly sucked him into my mouth, making sure to rub my piercing against his shaft. He tightened his hand in my hair and gave the strands a gentle tug, urging me to move faster.

I groaned around his length and sucked him all the way down, stopping when he was pressing down my throat. I held him there and swallowed around him, never taking my eyes off his.

I didn’t understand why I loved going down on him so much. The few times I’d done this for someone, I wanted it over as quickly as possible. And I purposely avoided looking at them. With Dex, I wanted him to enjoy every second of it, and I wanted to see his pleasure. But more than that, I wanted him to remember it, to brand myself on him so he thought about me every time someone else put their mouth on him.

Heat and desire flared in his eyes as I slowly pulled off him, dragging my tongue stud up his length. His stare was so intense my own dick throbbed in my jockstrap.

The soft sounds of tips coming in punctuated the air, but I ignored them. We might be on cam and doing this for money, but in that moment, I didn’t give a flying fuck about our audience or their tips. All I could see, all I could think about, was him.

He slipped his hand to the back of my neck and gently scratched his nails through my hair. I swallowed him back down, moving over him in a fast clip as I sucked as hard as I dared and used my piercing to tease his shaft.

He spread his legs a bit wider and rocked his hips, gently thrusting into my mouth as I worked him over. I responded by gripping his balls with one hand and rolling them in my palm.

His breathing picked up, growing harsher and louder until he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, a look of pure ecstasy on his handsome face.

Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to my desire and worked him over the best I could, letting him thrust into my mouth and guide me with his hand so I was giving him the most pleasure possible.

“Too much,” he grunted, tugging me off him.

Reluctantly, I let him fall from my mouth with a lewd pop and waited to see what he would do next.

He let go of my hair and pressed his thumb against the corner of my mouth, his eyes blazing with an intoxicating mix of lust and something akin to confusion.

He dragged his digit over my bottom lip, then brushed it against my tongue as he reached the other side of my mouth.

The insanely loud chime telling us a huge tip had come in broke through whatever spell had been cast over us. Dex shifted his gaze to the laptop.

“Thanks, Stripes,” he said, his voice huskier than usual. Discreetly, he cleared his throat. “Yeah, Alex is fucking good at that. I was about two seconds from coming down his throat.”

Pride mixed with my desire, and I grinned like an idiot as Dex put the camera back on the table next to his computer.

“And thanks to everyone who tipped,” he continued. “Who’s ready to watch me blow my stepbrother?”

I didn’t need to look at the chat to know his audience was in favor of that.

“Ready?” he asked me.

Nodding, I stood on trembling legs and switched places with him.

It was so weird to see Dex on his knees for me, but fuck if I didn’t love it.

When he was settled, I picked up the tripod and held it up near my head with the lens angled down, double-checking the screen to make sure I had the angle right.

Being able to see him in real time on the screen was insanely hot. Did I have a voyeur fetish? The thought of watching other people didn’t really get me hot, but watching us did. Was that voyeurism, or maybe narcissism?

Before I could fall too deep into that train of thought, Dex leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss against my stomach, right over the waistband of my jockstrap.

I held my breath as he dropped a line of those teasing kisses over the outline of my shaft. The soft material of my jock rubbed teasingly against my skin, and I nearly dropped the camera when he closed his mouth over my cockhead and tongued it through the jock.

I let out an embarrassingly loud cry. The combination of his hot mouth and strong tongue was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Dex flicked his gaze to mine and pulled off me so he could tug my jock down. My cock sprang free, nearly slapping him on the cheek.

With a wicked grin, he ran his tongue up my length, then closed his lips around me and gave it a hard suck.

My entire body felt like it was charged with electricity, and I had to fight to not thrust into his mouth.

He must have sensed, or seen, that I was already teetering on the edge and pulled off me, replacing his mouth with his hand to give me a few gentle strokes.

“Thanks,” I mouthed.

He shot me a smirk-smile that did nothing to help my situation, then drew me back into his mouth. He kept his suction light as he moved over me, the pace just slow enough that I was able to relax and enjoy it without worrying about blowing my load before we got to the good part.

Not bothering to quiet my moans of pleasure, I slid my hand through his soft hair, playing with the curls and gently scratching my nails against his scalp. His moans of approval vibrated up my shaft, pushing me closer to the edge.

I’d never felt like this with anyone other than Dex. I’d had my dick sucked a few times since that night four years ago, but I hadn’t been able to get out of my head long enough to actually be in the moment, and I’d pretty much had to force myself to come.

With Dex I had to fight to not come, and I wasn’t ready to unpack what, if anything, that meant.

All too soon, I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, gathering low in my body and building until I had no choice but to tug him off me.

He let my cock fall from his mouth and got to his feet. Before I could put the camera down, he leaned closer, his lips next to my ear.

“Can I eat you out?” he whispered, taking the camera from me to put it back on the table.

Dumbly, I nodded.

We hadn’t talked about rimming when we set our boundaries before the last show. I figured he hadn’t brought it up because he didn’t like it or didn’t want that with me. I didn’t say anything because I’d never wanted that with anyone.

I had no clue why, but for me, sucking someone’s dick or having mine sucked wasn’t really that intimate. It was a way to get off, but it didn’t require a lot of trust. Definitely not as much as letting someone put their fingers or dick in me, which was why I’d never had sex with anyone other than Dex. And the thought of being in such a vulnerable position with anyone else and letting them put their mouth on such an intimate place made my skin crawl.

Dex was probably the only person I could do that with.

“And for option two?”

I startled at Dex’s voice. Option two? Had I really just completely zoned out there?

A bunch of tips came in, and I focused my attention on the screen and off my racing thoughts.

“Looks like we’re doing option one.” Dex grinned at the camera.

What was option one? He’d gone over the things he was going to ask the audience to vote on when he explained the new show format to me, but I was drawing a blank.

Dex must have realized I was completely lost because he shifted so his face was angled away from the camera. “They voted for us to fuck face-to-face.”

I nodded, my heart rate speeding up as my mouth went dry.

Face to face. I’d agreed we should have that as an option, but now that it was actually happening, I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.

Keeping eye contact with him while we’d exchanged blowjobs had fucked with my head so much that I literally zoned out and detached from reality long enough to miss the vote and anything Dex said before that. What would fucking face-to-face do to me?

“You okay?” he asked, concern etched into his features as he studied me.

“Yeah,” I croaked.

He shot me a dubious look. “Are you sure? We can stop or?—”

“I’m fine.” I gave him what I hoped was a smirk-smile but probably looked more like a grimace.

He studied me for another second, then nodded. “Get naked and on your knees so I can eat you out.”

My stomach swooped with both anticipation and nerves as I stripped off my jockstrap and got into position. Dex settled behind me and wrapped one arm around my waist to haul me up so I was pressed against his front.

“Watch the screen while I do it,” he murmured in my ear. “I want you to see how hot you look when you give in to me.”

A shudder ripped through me at his command, and the last of my nerves disappeared. Why did that turn me on so much? Maybe I really was a narcissist and didn’t realize it.

He dropped one hand to my dick and gave me a few hard strokes. Moaning, I turned my head toward him, not sure what I was asking for but needing something.

He covered my mouth with his in a blistering kiss, and the last of the noise in my head finally quieted when he released me.

I let myself fall onto my hands and spread my legs wider for him. Remembering his command, I looked at the laptop.

I was far enough away I couldn’t see what people were writing in the chat or the tips, only the blurred colors of the text. The only part of the screen that was in focus was the image of me on my knees with Dex behind me.

My breath caught as he stared at my ass. I could only see his profile, but he looked absolutely enthralled. Slowly, he lifted one hand and ran it over the swell of my ass cheek. His touch was reverent and so gentle my cock visibly pulsed under me.

I bit my lip to distract myself with the pain. Why was this so hot? It wasn’t so much seeing myself that was doing it for me; it was being able to see what he was doing to me, seeing the picture we made together.

Dex was my opposite in pretty much every way. I’d assumed I’d look like a skinny nerd next to him, but our differences somehow worked. His tanned skin contrasted nicely against my pale complexion, and his bigger, more muscular body made mine look lithe and lean. His pretty-boy jock vibe enhanced my goth one and even made my tattoos and piercings seem badass and not emo like so many people had called me over the years.

This was dangerous. I wasn’t supposed to notice these things. This was supposed to be about sex and making money, not feelings and self-discovery. Orgasms and tips, that was it.

I had no idea if Dex sensed that I was about to freak out, but he removed his hand from my ass and rubbed gentle circles onto my back, helping soothe the spiral I was about to fall into before it could truly start.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “Remember our signal if you need to stop.”

“I’m good,” I managed to rasp back and spread my legs the slightest bit wider. “Don’t want to stop.”

Fuck it. I wanted this. I’d deal with the fallout later.

He drew a few more of those soothing circles over my skin, then gently gripped my ass cheeks and split me open.

I should have felt vulnerable and exposed, but all I felt was a calm sense of arousal as I watched my stepbrother lower his mouth to my ass.

The first swipe of his tongue felt like I’d been touched with a live wire. I jerked, a loud cry escaping my lips as my entire body lit up like he’d set off a firework inside me.

I somehow kept my attention on the screen as he lapped and licked at my hole, his muffled groans mixing with my stifled cries and creating a soundtrack that was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.

Having something to focus on helped me keep in the moment, and I stared in rapt fascination as Dex ate me out like a man possessed. He wasn’t just into it; he was loving it as he held me open and buried his face in my ass like he was trying to merge with me.

I rocked against him involuntarily, needing more but not knowing what to ask for. He held me tighter, keeping me in place, then drove his tongue inside me.

My arms gave out at the intrusion, and my chest hit the bed as he fucked me with his tongue. It was so warm and wet and somewhere it definitely shouldn’t be, but it felt so good I didn’t have the brainpower to be embarrassed. And the fact that he was going at it like he was being graded on his skills told me he was as into it as I was.

My cock pulsed and my balls throbbed, and my body tightened to the point that I knew I was only seconds from coming.

Not wanting it to end but not ready for things to be over, I fell onto the bed in a heap, pulling out of his grasp with a garbled, “Close.”

Dex immediately covered my body with his, blanketing me as he pressed me into the mattress like a weighted blanket. “Did you almost come from having my tongue in you?”

I nodded, unable to form words just yet, as my body tingled deliciously.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he said in that growly voice that was going to be my undoing. “Get on your back.”

Once he was off me, I rolled over and lay like a starfish, too dazed to do more than stare up at him as he knelt between my spread legs. His eyes blazed with lust and something I couldn’t read as he lifted a condom to his mouth and tore it open with his teeth.

Jesus, why was that so hot? How could opening a condom be so damn sexy?

My brain and body finally seemed to reconnect as he rolled the condom on, and I instinctively lifted my knees as he squirted some lube into his hand.

He rubbed his fingers together to warm it up, and something in my chest flip-flopped at the simple yet thoughtful move. Leaning over me, he planted one hand on the bed to steady himself, then reached between my legs with the other.

I was already soft and so turned on from having his tongue in me that he was able to slide his finger all the way inside me on the first pass. I arched into him as my body tightened and I clenched around him.

Having him over me like this was insanely intimate, but instead of setting off alarm bells or sending me on another spiral, it helped me focus and kept the noise in my head at bay.

He prepped me with one, then two fingers, thankfully staying away from my prostate because I was already so close I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold off if he touched it.

“Do you want three?” he asked quietly.

I shook my head. “Want to feel you.”

He groaned and pulled his fingers out of me. I clenched around nothing, feeling far too empty. He fixed that by gripping his cock and guiding it to my waiting hole. He notched it against me, then slowly pushed in until he popped through my outer ring.

I gasped at the sensation, but instead of feeling too full or any sort of pain, all I could feel was a delicious sense of pressure that helped ease the ache inside me.

Dex pushed forward until his thighs brushed my ass and he was all the way inside me.

“Good?” he asked, his voice strained and his face a mask of concentration.

“Yeah,” I gasped, pulling my knees up even more so I was completely open to him.

He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in, moving the slightest bit faster and harder with each subsequent thrust. I arched into him, urging him to go deeper as he found a rhythm and fucked me so good my feet actually started to tingle as pleasure built inside me.

“I’m getting close,” he whispered, his arms shaking as he held himself over me and slowed his pace. “Is it okay if I do another vote? I need a second so I don’t come.”

“Yeah, go for it,” I said. “I’m close too.”

He leaned down and pecked a kiss against my lips, then sat back on his heels and pulled out of me.

I pulled in a few deep breaths as he crawled across the bed.

“Thanks to everyone who tipped,” he said to the webcam. “How about we do another vote?” He paused as people presumably answered. “Yeah? Awesome. Do you want us to change positions or stay like this?”

I held my breath. Flipping over would be better for my nerves and psyche, but I wanted to finish like this.

“Votes for change positions?” A pause. “And votes to stay like this?” Another, slightly longer pause. “Looks like we’re staying like this.”

The now familiar chime that said a huge tip was dropped blared out of the laptop speakers.

“Thank you, Trucker. I’ll ask.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “He wants to know if we can do some POV shots before we finish,” he murmured.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

He turned back to the laptop and picked up the tripod with the webcam on it.

I waited as he crawled back over to me and settled between my legs again. Holding the camera with one hand, he sat back on his heels, his legs spread wide, and shimmied closer. I started to lift my knees to give him more room, but he gripped my thigh with a firm hand and draped it over his own thigh, tugging me closer so his dick bumped against my ass.

Taking the hint, I moved my other leg into position. Sliding one hand under my ass, he lifted my lower body and pulled me up so I was mostly supported by his legs to help with the angles. It wasn’t much of a change, but not having my knees up against my chest and being able to plant my feet on the bed and splay my legs apart made me feel less exposed and vulnerable, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I loved feeling him under me and holding my weight up.

Dex did that thing where he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and raked his gaze over my frame, his eyes full of lustful appreciation, and I felt…beautiful.

I blinked a few times to clear that nonsense out of my head. I was happy with the way I looked and didn’t feel the need to change to fit other people’s standards of what was hot, but beautiful wasn’t a word anyone would use to describe me.

Dex must have seen some sort of change on my face because he moved the camera so it was pointing at his dick and not at me. “Okay?” he mouthed.

I nodded. I was fine, just getting stuck in my head again.

Gripping his cock, he rubbed the tip against my hole a few times. The scrape of his broad head sliding over my skin helped me focus, and I shifted my attention to the laptop, wanting to watch as he entered me.

The sight of his cock sliding inside me was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t look away as he moved, thrusting inside me and angling his dick so it dragged over my prostate with every measured glide.

Tearing my gaze from the screen, I looked back at Dex. He was magnificent over me, like some sort of sex god. Moans and cries fell from my lips as he fucked me within an inch of my life, and all too soon, I was teetering on the edge again.

Dex wasn’t faring much better. His cheeks were flushed, and his skin was slicked with a thin layer of sweat, making him look even more chiseled and perfect. His damp curls fell over his face, but it was the wild, almost feral look in his eyes that made it hard to breathe.

Wordlessly, he shoved the camera at me. I managed to grab it, but probably made the audience a little seasick as I fumbled to turn it around and point it where our bodies were joined.

I spared the laptop a few glances to make sure the angle was good, but as hot as it was to see him fucking me, my gaze kept returning to his face as I flew higher and higher, getting so close to orgasm but unable to get there.

Dex gripped my cock and gave me exactly three strokes before I erupted, my orgasm hitting so hard and fast I lost my grip on the camera as I let out another inhuman cry.

He grabbed the camera as I came, but I was too far gone to notice where he pointed it as I shot my load all over my chest and stomach. Dex cried out and slammed into me, his body jerking as he ground his cock as deep inside me as it could go. Warmth filled me as he unloaded into the condom, and I wished I could feel him come inside me with no barriers.

Before I could even try to unpack that insanity, Dex pulled out of me and leaned down so he could drag his tongue through the rope of cum that landed over my nipple. The rasp of his tongue felt incredible, but I was so stunned at the move I could only lie there as he lapped up more of my release.

My shock only intensified as he lifted his head and moved up my body to press his lips to mine in a deep kiss.

I groaned as my taste filled my senses and kissed him back, our tongues tangling as we passed some of my release back and forth between us.

Jesus Christ, why was this so hot? I’d never been into cumplay, I didn’t even enjoy watching it in porn, but I was already getting hard again after only a few seconds of sharing with Dex.

What the actual fuck?

He broke the kiss with a reluctant-sounding groan, and it was then that I noticed the camera on the bed beside us, completely forgotten.

“Sorry about that.” He picked it up and pointed it at us. Instead of sitting back, he lay on me, covering my body with his. Not wanting him to move, I wrapped my legs around his thighs and held him in place. “That was intense. I hope you didn’t miss too much of the good stuff, but I lost my head for a second there.”

“Me too,” I said, or rather, rasped. I wasn’t exactly jonesing to talk to our invisible audience, but being engaged would stop my mind from wandering.

“I haven’t come that hard in forever.” He let out a bewildered-sounding chuckle. “I thought the last time we fucked was intense, but it wasn’t anything like that.”

I pushed a lock of damp hair off his forehead and tucked it behind his ear. “Hard same.” I laughed at my unintended pun. “I think you fucked me stupid.”

“I’m definitely feeling pretty stupid right now. Can you grab this while I get up? I’m still shaking from that orgasm, and I need both hands.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He handed it to me and shakily pushed off me. When he was steady, he extended his hand to me. I took it and let him pull me up.

We scooted and shimmied to the side of the bed, and Dex put the tripod back on the table.

I was still too out of it to focus enough on the chat to read what people were saying but did my best to look like I was listening as Dex talked to the audience and tried to solicit a few more tips before we shut things down. When it felt like my brain was working again, I checked out the viewer and tip counters, nearly doing a double take when the numbers registered.

We still had over two thousand people in the room, which meant the count had been way higher during the actual show since a lot of people didn’t stick around once the orgasms were done.

That was a bit of a mindfuck, but what was really bending my brain was the tip counter. If my math was right, we’d made almost three thousand dollars.

“Thanks for tuning in, and thanks to everyone who tipped. I probably won’t be online tomorrow, but I’ll be back to my regular schedule next week.” He paused, presumably to read the answers. “I’m not sure when we’ll cam together again, but I’ll let you know with plenty of notice so you don’t miss it.” He gave the camera a wave.

I did the same, making sure to keep my expression neutral as he said goodbye to various viewers.

I’d just had the most incredible sex I could have imagined, but the part that was really messing with me was how much I wanted to do it again without the audience.

That was dangerous. Sex on cam was one thing, but hooking up with him off cam was the quickest way to blur the lines between business and a bad idea.

Dex was my stepbrother. We shared siblings, and we’d have to see each other at family things for the rest of our lives. That meant that anything beyond camming was off limits.

Just like he should have stayed off limits after that night four years ago.